Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Again,” he demands. “And this time, plant your feet like this.” He walks to me and grabs my hips. “Look straight ahead. This foot lands here, and this one here.” His hands trail down my legs as I suck in a breath. Does he feel this? Is it just me burning at his touch?
“You feel it?” My eyes zip to his, and I wonder if I just said my thoughts out loud.
“Do you?” Planting his hands back on his hips, he growls into my ear.
“Yes.” I lick my lips, knowing he’s probably talking about my feet placement and balance, but all I can feel is this thick, magnetic pull between us.
“Good. Now lie down.” He steps back as I lower myself. “That’s it, Alex. You’re a natural.”
I smile at his praise.
“Now, pop.” And like before, I swing forward, landing on my feet, but I stay on the board this time.
“This is easy, Dean Powers. What else have you got for me?” I squeal and laugh as he grabs me and lifts me like I’m a weight he’s working out with.
“You might not be thinking that in two hours.” He grins as I wrap my legs around his hips.
My hands lace into his curls. He holds me tight, and his full lips take mine, our tongues touching and tasting enough to make me groan before he pulls away.
“Again.”
Three hours later, I’ve decided that not only is surfing quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever attempted, but I want to kill Brett Powers.
“No more.” Exhausted, I drag myself out of the ocean. It’s like my board decided about an hour ago to turn on me and become my enemy.
The ocean, which at first was refreshing, seems determined to make sure I swallow enough so if I don’t puke soon it’ll be a miracle.
And Brett…
Fucking Brett is relentless. He didn’t even allow me to try catching a wave. We’ve been practicing my balance this whole time.
I unzip the wetsuit, peeling it off me, then drop down onto the sand, not even caring that I don’t have a towel.
“Alex, come on.” He holds his hand out to me. I take it, moaning as he pulls me up.
“Rinse off at my outdoor shower while I get our boards.”
I nod. Washing the salt water and sand off me has incentivized me to put one foot in front of the other. I close my eyes as the warm water rains down on me, gasping as strong hands wrap around me, pulling me back into his warm chest, the sun’s heat transferring from his back to mine.
“Let’s go take a real shower. I’ll rub some CBD oil on you, and we can order Chinese food.” He kisses my earlobe, and I tilt my head back onto his chest and sigh.
“I’d like that.” Smiling up at him, I’m too exhausted to pretend anything but the truth.
After he turns off the water, we silently climb the stairs together. As we enter, a phone rings. My mind instantly goes to Jordan and yesterday.
Filthy, nasty, and fearless.
Poor Jordan. I can only pray he bought my lie that I wasn’t feeling well, though maybe he’ll think I’ve lost my mind. I mean, that’s what I’d think if I had heard me yesterday.
Brett walks over to his kitchen island and glances at his phone before he moves to his refrigerator.
“Here, babe, drink some water and take a couple of Advil.”
He pours me a glass and hands me some pills. Our fingers touch, and I slowly look up into his ocean-blue eyes.
“Thank you.” I smile.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles back, his eyes caressing my face.
“Go take a shower. I need to return some calls.” He pulls back and walks over to his phone.
Trying to steady myself, I take a deep breath. This man makes me dizzy. It’s like I’m in a constant whirl of the unknown, and I never want it to end.
BRETT
I scroll through a slew of texts, forcing myself to focus enough to actually look at them. My cock and my head seem to want only Alexandrea. Her face, delicious body, sugared lips, and sweet-tasting pussy have taken priority over everything else.
I’m about to toss my phone aside and join her in the shower since most of these texts and missed calls are from Skylar. My jaw clenches as I read the last message, which came in at ten o’clock this morning.
SKYLAR: Can I come over and talk?
It’s followed by a stupid wink emoji.
She’s going to be a problem. Not that I care what she says about me. But I do care how she treats Alexandrea. It’s a headache I don’t need. Skylar knows I’m done, but if I’m not careful, she could become desperate enough to do something all of us will regret. Whatever, I’ll deal with her later. Frowning, I read my mom’s texts.