“So I will be working on my tan while you guys catch some waves?” Ashton teased, after shaking hands with Grady. “I can watch. Nothing wrong with standing on the sidelines in silent support, right?”
I glanced at Grady, then at Ashton, laughing. “No, Miss Jansen. As a matter of fact, your ass is getting up on the board today. Grady will be your surf instructor today and he’s the best in town. He owns the Barefoot Surf Shack about a mile or two down the beach.”
“I’ve never met someone I couldn’t teach to surf,” he bragged with the Keith Urban lilt. I could have sworn I saw Ashton’s knees start to quiver as she swooned at his Kangaroo paws. “You are guaranteed to catch a wave today.”
No. Ashton couldn’t be attracted to him. He wasn’t her type. Of course, I was basing my ridiculous assumptions on what she’d been attracted to ten years ago.
Me.
Back off you overinflated sandgroper.
Mine.
I got lost staring at Ashton and drinking in her fragile beauty from every angle. Her curly blond hair shimmered in the warm afternoon air. A glint of sparkle and excitement in her eyes made them look almost emerald. The woman was just as heavenly as the sweet waves hitting the beach today. I was so ecstatic that she’d given me a third chance that I wasn’t going to fuck it up again. I was falling in love with this gorgeous chick. Falling. Maybe I was already there.
“Is that so, Grady?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at the other man. In spite of being my friend, I felt like coldcocking him in the jaw for even looking at her. Let alone devouring her perfect tits with his hungry eyes as he was currently doing, even through the white of her t-shirt. A pop of hot pink poked through the thin fabric. I didn’t know whether I wanted her to take that thing off or leave it on so she’d stay covered up.
Was she flirting with him? He’d always had a way with the women I’d brought around but now I felt a pit of jealousy open up deep inside. I didn’t want any kind of connection between them. No matter how innocent either’s intentions.
Grady nodded and gestured to me. “When we first met, I had this bloke up and surfing within fifteen minutes of hitting the water. If he can do it with his uncoordinated giraffe legs, you sure can.” He bent over his over duffle bag and pulled out a wetsuit. “The water might be a little chilly today. I brought a few wet suits if you think you’d need one?”
Yes. Please. For the love of God cover up before Grady salivates staring at your rack.
Ashton dipped her toes in the water and winked. “I think it feels just fine.”
He tossed her a bright pink rash guard. “You definitely need to wear this over your top. You’ll thank me later.”
We both watched Ashton pull her white t-shirt over her head. Be still my beating heart. She was wearing a bright pink and white polka dot bikini top with matching bottoms. She was a little bit more pale than most of the girls on the beach, but man did she fill out that suit. I had to shut my own mouth to keep from drooling.
I looked over to see that Grady still stared at him like his eyes were frozen into place at tit level. I poked him in the ribs and whispered, “That is my Ashton and I will beat your ass …”
“Easy mate,” he laughed. “Just admiring the view. Can’t a fault a friend for that, eh?”
We both chuckled when Ashton sniffed the rash guard as she pulled it over her head.
“How many girls have worn this before me?” she asked.
“Relax,” Grady answered, still chuckling, “It’s my girlfriend’s and she washed it.”
“You have a girlfriend?” she said as she put it on. That seemed good enough for Ashton, who turned her attention to tightening up the knots of her suit. “Surprising.”
“I can be a one woman man. Just because I like to be social doesn’t mean I don’t love her dearly. Ashton’s fit, mate,” Grady said to me. “Appears she’s taken cheerleading to a whole new level since high school.”
“I’m not sure about her current workout routine,” I answered, putting on my own rash guard. I pulled a tube of sunscreen out of our beach bag and poured a glob into my hands.
“Yeah, Quinn always had the biggest crush on me because of my ability to do the airborne splits,” Ashton interjected, reaching out for some sun lotion. Did she realize what she’d just said?
“Actually, it was the other way around. I was just too stupid to realize what I had.”
“Quinn ran out on me. Crushed my heart before leaving town.” Ashton said playfully, but the words still cut me deeply. It was a reminder of how much I had hurt both of us.
“I’ll be making it up to her for a long time,” I said.
“This is a start,” Ashton said. She lathered the lotion on her face and legs.
I fell back down the rabbit hole staring at her for a few seconds. She was the only girl I’d known that looked gorgeous in neoprene fabric. Her nipples were hard against the top. I wanted nothing more than to unzip that top, rip off her bikini, and take her out into the Gulf for a romantic swim. I could feel myself getting hard and tried to think about something else before I embarrassed myself and Grady never let me hear the end of it.
A beach chubby.
“Everyone ready to go?” Grady asked.
“Yep!” Ashton said as she started to pick up her board.
“Put that back down,” I instructed. “Our first lesson is on the beach.”
“Okaaay,” Ashton answered. “I thought Grady was the teacher today?”
“You’ll learn how to get on the board before we even put it in the water. We’ll perfect your stance and then give it a go in the water,” Grady instructed.
“Mind if I hit a couple waves while you do that?” I asked Ashton. I needed the cold water to hit my overinflated dick.
“Sure, go for it,” she answered.
I left her in Grady’s capable hands and picked up my own board. The water was crystal clear, but pretty chilly. It took a minute to get used to the cool temperature but the water did the work and shrinkage occurred. Tiny white fish darted around my feet as I pushed the board out into deeper water. Once I paddled about a seventy yards off shore, I waited for the right wave to come along. I straddled the board and watched Ashton practice with Grady.
Even from far away, she looked like a million bucks. I heard a splash behind me and turned to find a playful pod of dolphin about twenty feet from where I floated. When they curiously approached me, I put my hands in the water. A dolphin swam right up to me and its smooth skin brushed against my hand.
Moments like this made living at the beach all worthwhile: these exciting little encounters against a backdrop of pure bliss and relaxation. I couldn’t even imagine going back to Georgia. I may have childishly run away from my problems when I was younger, but I sure was glad I ended up here.
Finally, a nice wave rolled up behind me and I paddled hard to catch it before it could pass. Once I felt that unique weightless feeling, I shot up to my feet and posed to ride the wave all the way to shore. Surfing was a great release for me. It was hard to explain. I loved the feel of the rushing water below my board, the salt air brushing against my skin and hair, and the sheer exhilaration at being at the mercy of the ocean.
“Looking good,” Ashton yelled as I stepped off my board and back onto the smooth sand.
“Are you ready to try the real thing?” I asked.
“I think so,” Ashton answered.
“She’s a quick learner, that one,” Grady added. “But we’ll see if she has what it takes out in Mother Ocean.”
I reached for her board, but Ashton pushed my hand away.
“I can carry my own board, thank you,” she chided.
“I know there’s a lot of things you can do,” I answered with a smile. I liked providing for her and I wished she’d let me. She could be a corporate bad-ass in the boardroom but I wanted her feminine and soft outside of it. “But there’s nothing wrong with helping my girl.”
“So I’m your girl now, huh?” Ashton asked, with a
wicked grin. “I’m not sure I’ve signed on the dotted line yet, Perry Mason.”
I hoisted a board under each arm as we trudged down to the water line. “Yeah, you are. Lawyers aren’t needed to broker this particular deal.”
Grady interrupted our banter, “Okay, we’re going to paddle out a ways and then work on some more technique before I cut you loose on the real waves.”
“Come on, lawyer boy,” Ashton taunted me. “See if you can catch up.”
She sprang on her board and started to paddle behind Grady. Her strong arms were dipping and stroking through the water like a pro. It was then that I remembered that Ashton was a strong swimmer. She’d spent every summer on the swim team at our local pool. If I remembered correctly, she was one of the best swimmers they had, winning medals like a champion.
I jumped on my board and quickly caught up to her. Not without getting a little out of breath, though. “I see that you kept up on the swimming skills,” I shouted to her.
“I’m at the Y every morning. Fifty laps before the sun fully rises.”
That explained the tight body and lungs like iron.
“And I bet you look great doing it,” I said as I smacked her ass and propelled her toward Grady, who was waiting patiently for us.
We spent the next hour working with Ashton on her positioning and balance on the board before she was ready to attempt a real wave. It took her a few times, riding the small waves on her belly before Grady had Ashton up on her knees. Then it wasn’t long before she was up and really surfing under her own power. Grady and I rode right alongside of Ashton, hooting and hollering as we three rode wave after wave to the shoreline. I cheered my girl on all afternoon as she mastered surfing.
“I’m ready to call it a day,” I said, dropping my board on the sand as Ashton came up behind me. “I’m beat.”
“I had so much fun!” Ashton screamed with glee as she ran toward me.
“You’re a natural, sweetheart,” Grady said with a wink and a quick squeeze to her shoulders. I caught that rat bastard taking that opportunity to glance down the front of her bikini. Damn Vegemite eater was lucky I was feeling magnanimous today. Business deal. Check. Stunning girl that I’ve loved since high school. Check.
“I agree,” I said. “You looked great out there. Best surfing virgin I’ve ever seen.”
While Grady loaded up our boards, I wrapped my towel around Ashton and pulled her close to me. I brushed my lips against hers, tasting a combination of salt, and the peppermint from her ChapStick. My hands tangled in her wet hair as we kissed. We continued making out before we were interrupted by a deep cough. I wanted nothing more than to take her back to my house and show her again just how much I cared about her.
Slowly, we pulled apart, seeing the smirking face of Grady as we panted out of breath.
“Thanks, man,” I shook Grady’s hand. “You did a good job with my girl today.”
“She was a great learner,” he teased. “I bet she excels at everything she tries.”
I watched with a hint of jealousy as Grady pecked Ashton on the cheek. “Take care of yourself. I hope to see you next time you’re visiting.”
“Where are we going now?” Ashton asked.
“Back to my place for a quick swim?” I thought about the last time we were at my pool.
So I can devour your body like a lecher until my cock gets so hard I can’t take another second without sinking into your wet pussy.
She winked at me. “I’m game if you are.”
Chapter 4
Ashton
We never made it into the crystal blue waters of the kidney shaped swimming pool at Nanna’s cottage.
As soon as we hit the threshold, hand in hand, I discovered an unquenchable thirst. And not just for a drink of water after my salty gulps of ocean water. It took us less than a minute to peel off our bathing suits.
“Christ, you looked so fucking good on the water today,” his voice was rough. “It almost wounded my eyes because I didn’t want to close them, even when I hit the ocean water. It should be declared illegal to fill out a bikini like you do.”
Quinn stood in his bedroom, naked in all his glory. My eyebrow rose and I took in his physique: tall, tan, firm muscles, and a long, hard cock ready to please only me.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, enjoying the view.
“It’s been in this state for hours,” he laughed. “I kept having to deliberately dunk myself in order to avoid Grady’s rude comments. I couldn’t wait to get you back here. Come here before I go caveman on your tight ass.”
I leaned against the headboard waiting for him to join me. “Down there?” I asked, teasing him. “By the footboard?”
Not waiting for an answer, I crawled to the edge of bed, delighting in his open mouthed stare as he watched my progress. I placed my hands on his chest and leaned down to lick and tease his nipple. Quinn groaned as I bit down gently, tugging the whole nipple in my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, I brought my face close and hovered around his lips. I licked the edge of his mouth, my tongue flickering everywhere but inside his mouth.
“Mmm … salty.”
With a hint of frustration he asked, “Are you toying with me, woman?”
Moving to the side of his cheek, I licked and sucked my way around his face. Nibbling his ear lobe, then his neck, down his collarbone. “Are you calling me a tease?” I whispered, blowing gently in his ear. “Never.”
“Yes, I think I am.” He pushed me back on the bed, putting his head between my legs. I gasped in pleasure when his breath hit my wet center. Very, very wet. All damn day. It had been hard to tell where the water from the ocean ended and my raging desire began.
His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth. He dipped a finger inside the quivering wetness. “I’m going to devour you. Right now. I’ve decided that like a fine wine, one sip of you isn’t enough. I’m going to have to buy a subscription to wine of the month.”
“The month?”
“Okay, wine of the day,” he conceded and then his tongue replaced his breath for that tiny sip he’d just referred to.
Not nearly enough. “More,” I moaned on a sigh.
“How much more?”
Those words made me freeze for a moment, closing my eyes. What had I gotten myself into? I felt his hands on my knees as he opened me wider. For his hungry gaze and his equally ravenous mouth. Running his tongue down my center, he lapped up my womanly essence. Round and round, licking and licking until I couldn’t take anymore.
I exploded.
“I want you inside of me,” I begged after the last quake of my blissed out body had stilled.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He raised himself over my center pushed the tip inside. I arched my back, wanting him to slam into me. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted rough.
“Look me in the eyes while I fuck you,” he said, his voice with a possessive growl. “Your eyes, Ashton. The gold flecks sparkle when you’re nearing your peak. It’s addictive.”
I did as he asked, wincing as he took me inch by inch. Stretching the lips of my sex, making room for his wide girth. He plunged the last couple of inches inside of me, making me groan. He was so deep inside of me.
“Ashton,” he whispered, as his gaze locked on mine. He slammed into me over and over as we became one. There was no Ashton or Quinn. We were one person. One mind. One body.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, latching onto him as he plunged into me.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Show me how you like it. Come again for me, baby.”
I squeezed his cock as it reached places inside of me I didn’t even know he could. My shy hand fluttered between us and I stroked my clit just like I did when I was alone. I squeezed my eyes shut because I wasn’t ready to share this intimacy with him yet. It was enough that I’d agreed to touch myself. I cried out his name as another intense orgasm ripped throughout my body.
“Christ, Ashton. I can’t hold on any longe
r.”
“Then don’t,” I said, threading my arms to the back of his neck and pulling him in even deeper. With one final thrust, Quinn pulsed inside of me.
He collapsed next to me, our breath combining in fast pants. A perfect rhythm. Between the surfing and the hot sex, I was literally sated. Tired. Exhausted. Satisfied. I’d never felt so good and I didn’t want to go home. Not anymore.
His house smelled like salt air, sex, and the faint remnants of morning coffee. A heady combination if you ask me. I could bottle it and make a million dollars.
“I could stay like this forever and ever,” I said, stroking my fingers down Quinn’s chest.
“You don’t have to leave anytime soon. How about you don’t ever leave?”
“I do have to go back next week,” I said on a sigh. “I have work. Then Griffin’s wedding next weekend.” I thought guiltily about Albertson’s offer of a job. I wanted to tell Quinn, but I just couldn’t find the words yet. I wasn’t even sure where this relationship was going. I imagined myself spilling the beans, giddy with excitement and his face falling in disappointment as he realized this had all become far more than a quick fling with the Atlanta girl.
“We can talk about it over dinner,” Quinn said. “I’m starving.”
Suddenly ravenous, I agreed. “Me too.”
“I’ll take a quick shower and go pick up some grub. When I return will you still be here?” he asked.
I laughed, totally understanding his unease. I’d behaved like a jealous, immature pain in the ass. Something I vowed to myself not to do again. “I promise not to run again.”
“Let me take a quick shower, and I’ll go pick up something from the seafood deli around the corner.”
***
I lounged lazily by the pool while Quinn ran to the deli. My mind and body were both exhausted, but my spirit fired on all cylinders. I daydreamed extensively about my promising future here. The things I could achieve with twice the pay. The weekends I could spend wasting the sunlight on the beach. I’d be so tan George Hamilton would ask me for my secret.
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