Chapter 14: Rock You Like a Hurricane

The beach stretched out before them, endless and golden, the waves whispering secrets to the shore. Emily—no, she had to even think of herself as Bunny—stood barefoot in the sand, the warm grains curling between her toes as the sun kissed her bronzed skin. She could feel the soft hum of Bikini Week’s energy in the air, pulsing through her like a second heartbeat.

Blaine stood a few feet away, his chiseled figure silhouetted against the setting sun. His cocky grin and sapphire-blue eyes seemed to see through her, cutting straight to the part of her that didn’t know whether she wanted to fight this place or give herself over to it entirely.

She wasn’t sure which part of her spoke first. “Blaine,” she began, her voice low and velvety, “if we’re going to save this beach, we can’t just do another dumb single event.”

He turned to her, his arms crossed over his broad chest, every muscle flexing in the golden light. “Yeah? What’s your big idea, Bunny?”

The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. Bunny tilted her head, letting her glossy hair cascade over one shoulder, and sauntered toward him. Her hips swayed with each step, the rhythm as natural as the tide.

“We’ve gotta go big,” she said, her voice syrupy-sweet but laced with an edge of determination. “Like, ultimate-big. Blow-their-minds big.”

Blaine’s grin widened, and he leaned casually against a lifeguard stand. “I’m listening.”

There was a pay phone near her and she picked it up without thinking, the sleek plastic cool against her palm. Bunny’s red-tipped nails tapped at the push buttons as she dialed a random number, her glossy lips curving into a mischievous smile.

“Who are you calling?” Blaine asked, watching her with interest.

“I don’t think it matters?” Bunny replied, winking as she brought the phone to her ear. It rang twice before someone picked up.

“Hello?” a confused voice answered on the other end.

“Hi, gorgeous!” Bunny purred, her voice dripping with saccharine charm. “It’s Bunny! The soon to be queen of this here beach and I need your team to start putting together The Bikini Car Wash Roller Disco Coconut Oil Slip ‘N Slide Sexy Mud Wrestling Aerobics / Breakdancing Boombox Battle BBQ Muscle Surfing Tug-of-War Jet Ski Racing Wet-Tshirt Contest of Liberation “ Bunny chirped, winking at Blaine again. “Just spread the word, sugar. This beach is about to have the wildest event it’s ever seen.” She hung up with a smile.

“Babe...” Blaine said with a twinkle in his eye.

Her gold bangles jingled as she raised her hands, gesturing animatedly. “Think about it! All those silly little contests we’ve been doing? Car wash, wet T-shirt, dance-off ... cute, but a waste of time doing them one by one. So...” She stepped closer, trailing a finger down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. “We do them all at once!”

Blaine arched a brow, intrigued but skeptical. “All at once?”

“Yes!” Bunny’s eyes gleamed with an unrestrained, almost feverish excitement. She stepped forward, gesturing dramatically as the vision poured out of her. “Picture it—a sprawling, neon-lit, multi-tiered floating carnival! On the water, we’ve got the Coconut Oil Slip ‘N Slide Mud Wrestling Gauntlet, spiraling down into the biggest mud pit this beach has ever seen.”

Her voice rose with enthusiasm, her arms sweeping wide. “Above that? The Jet Ski Wet T-Shirt Relay, jets of foam and water blasting contestants as they race around, dripping wet and wild. And right in the middle of it all, we’ll have the ultimate centerpiece—a spinning aerobics-breakdancing stage, surrounded by BBQ pits sending up clouds of smoke and flame!”

She twirled on her heel, pointing upward. “Above that? A Bikini Car Wash Roller Disco Dash, with skaters spinning through foam jets while holding boomboxes blasting the hottest beats of the decade. The whole thing glows in the dark, so you can’t miss it.”

Her grin turned wicked as she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. “And at the very top? The grand finale: a Muscle BBQ Tug-of-War Surf-Off on a greased grill, where the winners slide straight into the Wet T-Shirt Glow Dance Finale. Fog, lasers, and soaked bikinis lighting up the night. It’s going to be a spectacle they’ll never forget!”

Her chest rose and fell, her energy infectious as she spun back toward Blaine, her fishnets shimmering in the light. “What do you think? Is it big enough? Sexy enough? Crazy enough to win everything? You’re not afraid of a little crazy, are you?”

He smirked, his gaze drifting to her lips. “Never.”

For a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them. Bunny could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his presence wrapped around her like the sun itself. She knew she had him hooked, but she needed to go further. She needed to be Bunny, more than ever before, to win him over completely—and to carry out her plan.

She hung up without waiting for a response, tossing the phone back into the sand. Blaine was grinning now, his sapphire eyes gleaming with approval.

“You’re out of your mind, Bunny,” he said, stepping closer.

She tilted her chin up, her smile playful. “And you love it.”

Before she could react, his hands were on her—large, strong, and unapologetically possessive. He pulled her against him, his fingers sliding over her hips and up to her waist, exploring the curve of her body like he owned it. Her breath hitched as his grip tightened, sending a jolt of heat through her.

Blaine’s hand slid down her back, his fingers grazing the curve of her ass. His touch sent a shiver through her, and Bunny let out a soft, involuntary moan. “Big ideas,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, “You sure you’re Bunny?”

Her mind stuttered. Her heart raced. His words echoed in her mind, both thrilling and terrifying. Be more Bunny than Bunny. Could she do that? Could she let go of Emily completely, even for a moment? The thought sent a pang through her, but it was quickly swallowed by the rush of his touch. She tilted her head up, her lips brushing his ear. “If you’ve got doubts, Blaine, I’ll prove it to you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his hands tightening on her hips.

She bent forward slightly, her movements slow and deliberate, giving him a tantalizing view of her ass. Then she stood, turning back to face him, her body fully on display. Her confidence was electric, her pose daring.

Blaine stepped closer, his hands finding her hips again. He pulled her against him, his cock pressing hot and hard between her ass cheeks. “You’re something else,” he murmured, his lips brushing her neck.

Blaine’s hands tightened on Bunny’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh with a dominance that made her gasp. Her body, clad in nothing but the scandalous outfit he’d picked for her, pressed firmly against his. His cock, impossibly hard, was wedged snugly between the plush, warm globes of her ass, straining against the thin fabric of his board shorts. The sensation sent an electric thrill racing through him, and his lips brushed the curve of her neck.

“You’re driving me insane, Bunny,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, a low growl in his chest. His breath was hot against her skin, his hands sliding down to her waist before gripping her hips again. Slowly, deliberately, he began to grind against her, the length of his shaft sliding up and down between her cheeks.

Bunny let out a breathy moan, arching her back to press herself even closer to him. Her glossy lips curved into a playful smile, and she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded and glinting with mischief. “Like that, big guy?” she purred, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness.

“More than you know,” Blaine muttered, his jaw tightening as he pushed against her, his cock sliding along the smooth, golden curves of her ass. The friction was maddeningly good, her skin soft and slick from the lingering coconut oil.

She laughed, the sound light and teasing, but her breath hitched when she felt his cock throb against her through his shorts. Her own arousal was mounting, and her body responded instinctively, her hips rolling back to meet his movements. The feeling of his raw heat pressing against her sent a pulse of need straight to her core.

But she couldn’t let him enter her ... Not yet.

“Uh-uh,” she murmured, her tone coy as she reached back, her manicured fingers brushing over the ridges of his abs before slipping lower. Her hand found the base of his cock, gripping him firmly through his shorts. Blaine groaned, the sound rough and guttural, and Bunny giggled softly. “Not until the big event ... the narrative demands it be then.”

“Bunny,” Blaine growled, his voice thick with frustration as he ground against her harder, the slide of her ass around his cock nearly making him lose control. “You’re killing me here.”

Her hand slid up his length, her nails scraping lightly over the fabric, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Then she tugged his shorts down just enough to free him, his massive, throbbing cock springing free and pressing hotly between her cheeks.

Bunny’s eyes widened at the sheer size of him, her cheeks flushing. “God, Blaine,” she murmured, feigning mock disapproval as her other hand slid back to cup one of her ass cheeks, spreading herself slightly to cradle him even tighter. “Do you always bring this much to the beach?”

“Always,” he said, his voice a rumble as he began to thrust, his cock sliding between her cheeks in slow, deliberate movements. The sensation was exquisite, her warm, soft flesh enveloping him completely.

Bunny bit her lip, her free hand reaching back to grip him firmly, guiding him as he moved. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, her palm slick with his pre-cum as she stroked him, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Each slide of his cock sent waves of pleasure through her, her own arousal building with each pass.

Blaine’s hands roamed her body, one sliding up to cup her breast, squeezing the supple flesh through her barely-there top. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as he rocked against her, his cock gliding against her ass with increasing intensity.

“Goddamn, Bunny,” he muttered, his voice strained. His hips jerked forward, his cock throbbing in her grasp. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”

She tilted her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she moaned, her fingers tightening around him. “Not yet, Blaine,” she whispered, her voice trembling with effort. “You have to wait. Big rewards come later, remember?”

He growled in frustration, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust harder, the slick sound of his cock sliding against her ass filling the air. Bunny’s breath quickened, her own body responding to the friction and the heat of his desire.

“Come on, Bunny,” Blaine pleaded, his voice low and desperate. “Let me have you. Just a taste.”

She smirked, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked glint in her eye. “No can do, big guy,” she teased, her hand sliding down to cup his balls, squeezing gently. “You’ll just have to settle for this.”

Her words pushed him over the edge. Blaine’s movements became erratic, his cock pulsing against her ass as his breath hitched. With a low, guttural groan, he came, his release hot and thick, spilling onto her golden skin. Bunny gasped, the warmth of him igniting her own arousal even further.

Blaine’s grip on her tightened as he rode out his climax, his chest heaving. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin as he muttered, “You’re gonna be the death of me, Bunny.”

She laughed softly, her fingers sliding over the mess on her skin. “You’re welcome,” she said, her voice dripping with playful satisfaction.

Before he could recover fully, Bunny spun around, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the beach. “Come on,” she said, her grin infectious. “We’ve got a beach to save!”

As they rounded the bend of the beach, Bunny’s breath caught in her throat. There, glimmering on the ocean like a mirage of neon dreams, was the floating carnival. It wasn’t just a structure—it was an entire universe of excess, decadence, and sheer hedonistic delight, bobbing gently on the water.

The carnival was a multi-tiered masterpiece of 1980s absurdity, a fluorescent fever dream brought to life. Strings of glowing lights in every color imaginable crisscrossed the air above it, pulsating in sync with the thumping beat of retro synth-pop that seemed to emanate from the very boards of the floating platform. The air was thick with the scent of sizzling barbecue, coconut oil, and the faint tang of saltwater, mingling into an intoxicating cocktail of aromas.

Bunny’s eyes widened, her lips parting as she took in the scene before her. The base of the carnival, just above the waterline, was a sprawling, neon-lit Slip ‘N Slide that spiraled down into the sea like a technicolor water snake. The track glistened with coconut oil under the spotlights, making it look like a slippery ribbon of liquid gold. Contestants at the top hurled themselves onto the slide with wild abandon, their laughter echoing as they raced down in a blur of wet, shiny bodies. The slide fed directly into a massive mud pit, where bikini-clad figures were locked in muddy embraces, their bodies glistening under strategically placed lights that made the mud shimmer like molten chocolate.

Above the mud pit, a colossal roller disco glittered like a spinning jewel. The arena was a kaleidoscope of reflective surfaces, disco balls casting fragmented rainbows over the skaters who whirled and spun through jets of soapy foam. The skaters were scantily clad, their bikinis soaked and clinging to every curve as they balanced oversized boomboxes blasting thumping beats. The foam overflowed, cascading down the edges of the disco and spilling onto the Slip ‘N Slide below, making it even slicker.

As Bunny’s gaze traveled upward, she spotted the spinning aerobics-breakdancing stage at the heart of the carnival. It was a massive rotating platform surrounded by flaming barbecue pits, the heat of the fire creating a shimmering haze that danced in the air. Contestants performed high-energy routines, their bodies glistening with sweat as they transitioned seamlessly from aerobics moves to gravity-defying breakdancing. Each spin of the platform sent sparks flying from the BBQ pits, the firelight catching on the sequins and neon of the dancers’ outfits. Smoke machines belched out plumes of aromatic BBQ smoke, the scent mingling with the tang of sweat and sea air.

The next level was a labyrinthine jet ski course that twisted around the edges of the carnival, its track illuminated by strings of glowing pink and blue lights. Riders zipped through the course, dodging high-powered water cannons that drenched them in jets of icy water. Each splash sent their wet T-shirts clinging tighter to their torsos, leaving little to the imagination. Bunny could see figures wiping out spectacularly, their jet skis careening into the water, only to emerge laughing and soaked as they were swept onto the next event.

And then, towering above it all, was the pièce de résistance: the Muscle BBQ Tug-of-War Surf-Off. A massive, greased-up grill sat suspended over the entire structure, smoke rising in billowing waves as contestants battled with a tug-of-war rope. The losing team would be dragged onto the grill itself, forced to surf their way across the sizzling surface while balancing plates of BBQ ribs and executing ridiculous tricks. The surfboards themselves were neon-painted masterpieces, glowing under the blacklights that framed the stage. Bunny giggled as she watched one contestant lose their balance, sliding across the greased surface in an explosion of BBQ sauce and laughter.

The very top of the carnival was shrouded in fog, the Body Shot Lap Dance Stripper Pole Glow Dance Finale taking place on a glowing, fog-filled dance floor. Contestants, dripping wet from the events below, twirled and gyrated in a spectacle of laser lights and pounding beats. The fog machines spilled their thick, luminous clouds downward, adding an otherworldly glow to the entire carnival. The lasers cut through the haze, illuminating every wet bikini, every bead of sweat, every neon-painted body in startling detail.

It was chaos. It was lust. It was everything that Bikini Week was supposed to be.

Bunny’s heart pounded in her chest as she took it all in. Her body buzzed with a thrill that wasn’t just anticipation—it was longing. She felt herself moving closer to Blaine, her fingers twitching at her sides, aching to grab his hand and drag him into the fray.

“This is ... insane,” she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. “It’s—God, Blaine, it’s perfect.”

He smirked, his eyes raking over her with a possessiveness that made her shiver. “You ready to show this beach who’s boss, Bunny?”

She turned to him, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Are you kidding? I was made for this.”

The words felt right in her mouth, more natural than any she’d spoken as Emily. This wasn’t just a carnival—it was a baptism. Each level, each event, was a step closer to something she couldn’t quite name, but her body and Bunny knew exactly what it was.

As Blaine grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the Slip ‘N Slide’s starting platform, Bunny couldn’t stop herself from laughing, a bright, exhilarated sound.

“Let’s do this,” she said, her voice loud and confident, the doubts that had plagued her as Emily dissolving into the glow of neon and the roar of the crowd. Bunny was ready.

Bunny stood at the edge of the surfboard, her toes curling over its slick, neon-painted surface as the gentle waves lapped at the shore. Behind her, Blaine grinned, his muscles rippling as he pushed the board deeper into the water, guiding it like a master of the seas. The carnival glimmered in the distance, a wild, electrifying beacon that called to them both, its pulsating neon lights reflecting in the gentle ripples of the ocean.

She turned back to him, her long hair whipping in the breeze, the golden rays of the setting sun catching the glint of her barely-there outfit. The skimpy number Blaine had picked out for her earlier—a thong bikini bottom in blazing gold and a strappy top that left nothing to the imagination—shimmered as if alive, hugging her curves so tightly that it was more suggestion than clothing.

“Ready, babe?” Blaine asked, his deep, cocky voice dripping with amusement. His sapphire eyes glinted with mischief as they roamed over her body, lingering on her pert ass. “This is your shot to show them who owns this beach.”

Bunny swallowed, excitement and nerves bubbling in equal measure. The distant music from the carnival seemed to sync with her pounding heart, the rhythm thrumming in her veins. She placed a hand on her hip, jutting it out provocatively as she shot Blaine a smirk. “You think they’re ready for me?”

“Oh, they will be,” Blaine said, his tone darkening just enough to send a shiver down her spine. “But first—there’s a little initiation.”

Her brow arched, and she tilted her head in curiosity, the sunlight catching the gloss on her lips. “Initiation?”

Blaine’s grin widened, and he stepped onto the board with her, his towering frame close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin. His hands landed firmly on her hips, making her breath hitch.

“The judges,” he said, his fingers sliding lower to grip the thin straps of her bikini bottom, “need to know you’re willing to do whatever it takes to win.”

Bunny’s cheeks flushed hot, but a thrill raced through her, drowning out the tiny voice of Emily somewhere in the back of her mind. “And how do they know that?”

Blaine leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he growled, “By taking it like a champ, Bunny. That’s how.”

Before she could react, his hands yanked upward, the thin fabric of her bikini bottom slicing between her cheeks in one swift, powerful motion. Bunny let out a breathy gasp, her hands flying to Blaine’s shoulders to steady herself as the wedgie lifted her slightly off the board.

“Blaine!” she squealed, her voice half protest, half arousal, as the golden fabric dug deep, baring even more of her luscious curves. The sensation was sharp, embarrassing, and electrifying all at once. She squirmed in his grip, but Blaine only grinned, pulling the straps higher until they pressed into the curve of her spine.

The bikini bottom was stretched to its absolute limit, the fabric taut and shimmering, highlighting every inch of her perfect ass. Bunny’s legs trembled, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she felt herself being utterly exposed.

“You like that?” Blaine taunted, his voice thick with amusement and desire. He pulled the straps even tighter, the fabric digging into her folds, making her gasp again. “This is what it takes to be a winner, Bunny. You gonna quit now?”

Bunny bit her lip, her body trembling with a mixture of humiliation and undeniable arousal. She shook her head, her voice breathless but firm. “No. I’ll ... I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Good girl,” Blaine murmured, his hands sliding lower to cup her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He gave her a playful slap, the sound cracking like a whip over the water. Bunny yelped, her back arching instinctively as the sting sent a jolt of heat through her.

He spanked her again, harder this time, and Bunny moaned softly, her nails digging into his shoulders. Each smack sent her reeling, the line between pleasure and pain blurring in a way that made her thighs clench with need.

“Now they’ll know you’re serious,” Blaine said, his voice a low growl as he gave her one final, lingering squeeze before releasing her. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork as Bunny stood there, panting and flushed, her bikini bottom riding high, the fabric stretched so tight it seemed painted on.

She shot him a sultry glare over her shoulder, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“You’re not?” he challenged, his grin widening as he stepped off the board, letting it drift into the shallow waves. “Get going, Bunny. They’re waiting.”

With a flick of her hair and a saucy wink, Bunny turned and stepped onto the board. Her hips swayed as she adjusted her stance, the sun glinting off her bronzed skin and the shimmering gold of her bikini. The sensation of the wedgie was maddening, the fabric clinging to her in ways that made her hyper-aware of every inch of her body. But instead of shrinking away, she embraced it. That’s what Bunny would do and she needed to be more Bunny than Bunny, after all.

The waves rolled in beneath her, and Bunny crouched low, balancing expertly on the surfboard as Blaine gave her a final push. The board glided smoothly over the water, the salty spray cool against her skin as she rode the gentle swells toward the carnival. The closer she got, the louder the music became, the thumping bass syncing perfectly with her racing heartbeat.

The carnival loomed larger with each passing second, its neon lights reflecting off the surface of the water in a dazzling display. Bunny grinned, her excitement building as she spotted the Slip ‘N Slide spiraling down into the mud pit. Contestants were already gathering at the top, their laughter and cheers echoing over the waves.

Bunny adjusted her stance, her fingers brushing over the straps of her bikini bottom as she prepared to make her entrance. Her confidence surged, and as she neared the edge of the carnival platform, she couldn’t help but shout, “Bunny’s here, bitches! Let’s do this!”

The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, and Bunny leaped from the surfboard onto the platform, landing gracefully despite the wobble of her legs. She sauntered toward the start of the Slip ‘N Slide, her hips swaying, her golden thong still riding high and glinting in the lights. The judges gave her approving nods, and Bunny felt a rush of satisfaction.

She was ready. She was here. And she was going to win.

Bunny crouched at the top of the Slip ‘N Slide, her fingers grazing the edge of the glitter-slicked surface. Coconut oil shimmered in the neon lights, mingling with endless specks of glitter that sparkled like a galaxy under the strobe beams. It smelled like sunscreen and excess, and she loved it.

“Alright, Bunny!” one of the announcers yelled into his microphone, his voice booming over the thumping bass of the carnival music. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Bunny giggled, tossing her hair over her shoulder and giving the crowd an exaggerated wave. Her ass wiggled just enough to draw a round of cheers, the golden thong riding so high it was practically a second spine. She lowered herself onto the slide, feeling the slick coconut oil against her skin as her knees dug into the surface.

“Here goes nothing!” she chirped, her voice bubbly and pitched higher than Emily would’ve ever dared. But Emily was miles away, lost in the fog of this neon wonderland.

She pushed off, but instead of zooming forward, she slid a pathetic six inches before coming to a halt, her thighs squeaking against the oily surface. “Oh my gawd,” Bunny whined, wiggling her hips in a vain attempt to get moving. “I’m stuck!”

From the sidelines, Blaine’s laughter rang out, rich and deep. “Looks like you need a hand, babe.”

Bunny turned her head to see him striding toward her, shirtless, his golden skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. Her breath hitched as her eyes trailed over his rippling abs, the sharp cut of his V-line disappearing into his board shorts. He was a walking wet dream, and Bunny didn’t even try to hide the way her gaze lingered.

“Don’t just stand there lookin’ hot!” she pouted, playfully tossing a handful of glitter toward him. “Help meeee!”

Blaine crouched beside her, his hand brushing her thigh as he gave her an exaggerated once-over. “Babe, you’re a work of art. But this slide’s about to make you a masterpiece.”

He reached down, gripping her hips firmly, his fingers digging into the slick, glittery skin. Bunny gasped, her voice coming out breathy and high-pitched. “Blaine! What are you—”

“Just helping you out, Bunny,” he said with a smirk, giving her a shove that sent her squealing forward. The force of his push made her thong tighten even more, the golden fabric disappearing entirely between her cheeks. The sting of the wedgie and the exhilaration of the slide combined into an overwhelming rush that left her giggling uncontrollably.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Bunny sped down the slide, the oil and glitter clinging to her body like a second skin. When she hit the first turn, the slide sent her into a spin, and by the time she reached the bottom, she was a shimmering, sparkling vision. Her ass caught the lights perfectly, and when she stood up, Blaine—now standing at the edge of the pit—shielded his eyes dramatically.

“Damn, babe!” he called out, his grin wide. “You’re blinding me!”

Bunny struck a pose, planting a hand on her hip and throwing him a wink. “Like what you see, big guy?”

“Oh, you know I do,” Blaine said, walking toward her. “But you’re missing something.”

Before she could ask what, Blaine produced a bottle of coconut oil, holding it up like a prize. “You can’t wrestle like that,” he teased. “But I’m feeling a little dry so oil me up first.”

The crowd roared its approval, and Bunny couldn’t resist the pull of their energy. She strutted toward Blaine, snatching the bottle from his hand with a playful roll of her eyes. “Anything for my beach king,” she purred, her fingers already unscrewing the cap.

She poured a generous amount of oil into her hands, letting the excess drip dramatically down her arms as she stepped closer. Blaine spread his arms wide, his chest bare and inviting. Bunny placed her palms flat against his pecs, the slick oil making her hands glide effortlessly over his muscles. She worked her way down, her hands exploring every ridge of his abs, her fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.

“You’re gonna be the best-oiled guy out there,” Bunny said, her voice teasing but filled with genuine awe at his physique. Her hands dipped lower, skimming the waistband of his shorts before pulling away with a mischievous giggle.

“Your turn,” Blaine said, his voice low and rough. Before Bunny could react, he grabbed the bottle and upended it over her chest, the cool oil drenching her skin. She gasped, laughing as the slick liquid rolled down her body, making her golden bikini shimmer even brighter.

“You’re such a bad boy!” Bunny squealed, spinning around to give him a playful smack on the chest. But her giggles turned into a breathy moan as Blaine leaned in, his hands sliding over her waist and squeezing her hips.

“Bad boys win,” Blaine murmured, his lips brushing her ear before giving her a light smack on the ass. “Now go win this thing, Bunny.”

With a final shove, Blaine sent her sliding forward once more, the coconut oil and glitter making her glide effortlessly. She hit the bottom with a splash, landing squarely in the mud pit. The crowd’s cheers grew louder as Bunny sat up, her hair plastered to her face, her body covered in a mix of oil, glitter, and mud.