by Ash, Nikki
I scan the room to find none other than Mr. Insatiable himself doing pushups in front of the bed. He is dripping in sweat with his muscles bulging out from the workout.
“Morning.” He puffs out through his pushup and then he jumps up onto his feet like it’s nothing.
“Morning,” I say stretching my arms and legs. I can’t believe how sore my body is, meanwhile it’s like he wasn’t even affected.
“Are you feeling ok?” He asks through a chuckle. Damn him. He must have seen me wince when I stretched.
“I am just fine. Thank you very much.” I glare at him and it just causes him to laugh harder.
He bridges the gap between us and kisses me softly on my lips. This kiss is simple and sweet and it makes my heart thaw just a little bit more. I lean in wanting the kiss to continue but he pulls away too quickly. I give him a small pout making it clear what I want, which causes him to smile brightly.
“Woman, didn’t you get enough last night and this morning? I don’t want to break you. So, what are we doing today?” His question makes my heart soar and that scares the ever-loving shit out of me. I haven’t even known Bentley for twenty-four hours and he is already tearing down every wall I have worked so hard to build up. The wall that keeps my heart safe. The wall that keeps guys from getting in and hurting me. The wall that needs to remain erect to keep me safe.
“Whoa there, buddy. Who said anything about us continuing this today?” I give him a smirk and wrap the sheet around me to use the bathroom. He might have seen all of me last night but it’s a bit different once everyone is sober, and the sun has come up.
He follows me to the bathroom but I close the door before he can make it in. I don’t care how close we got last night; we are never going to be close enough for me to be comfortable enough to pee in front of this man, or any man for that matter.
Through the door I hear him say, “I heard you and your friend say you are here for the next week. My boys and I are only here until tomorrow but I was thinking we could chill until then. My boy, Coop, is staying with your friend anyway.” Hmmm… speaking of my friend, I need to text her and make sure all is well. I definitely don’t want to rain on her hopefully no longer virginal parade so I decide it won’t hurt to chill with Bentley until he leaves. It’s not my usual M.O. but I can take one for the team—or in this case for Liz’s vagina. I just need to make sure to keep him at a distance.
I flush the toilet, wash my hands, and open the door to see Bentley standing right in my face. I already know I am going to hang out with him but I decide to mess with him a little. I love getting him all riled up.
“Umm… well, I am going to first go and see what your friend Kaden is up to and if he isn’t available I might consider chilling with you.” I give him a smirk and a wink as I walk past him to get dressed. It is then I remember I only have my dress from the club. I find his shirt still on the floor so I throw it on with my underwear and head out the bedroom door.
Before I know it, I am in the air over his shoulder. “Woman, don’t test me,” he says as he playfully smacks my ass. I yelp and tell him to put me down but he ignores me as he carries me like a sack of potatoes out to the main room.
Kaden is in the kitchen making some coffee and when he sees me he starts laughing. Luckily Bentley’s shirt is so big on me my ass isn’t showing. He puts me down when we reach the coffee pot and Kaden offers me a cup of coffee. I take it with a smile and pour some cream and sugar into it. I imagined the morning after would be awkward but with Bentley it’s not awkward at all. It’s like we just click.
“So, what are we doing today?” Kaden asks nobody in particular.
“Have you talked to Cooper?” Bentley asks as he takes a bottle of water from the fridge and downs it all in one long gulp.
“Yeah,” he says smiling at me. “He said he’s staying with Liz until we have to go. I’ve never seen him like this before. You would almost think the guy wants something other than…”
Bentley quickly cuts him off before he can finish his sentence. “Yeah, well, let him enjoy it because in twenty-four hours he will be on lockdown.”
Lockdown?
“What kind of lockdown are we talking here? Is my best friend his last screw before he gets married? Is he about to go to prison?”
Yeah, yeah, I know we should have thought about this before leaving with guys we don’t know but c’mon… we are young and dumb.
They both laugh at me and Bentley says, “No! Is that how you view marriage? Being on lockdown? He’s going to be working for his dad when we are done here. His dad is a dick. He might as well be going to prison.”
I nod my head ok but don’t ask any more questions. As long as Liz is safe then it’s not my business and the fact is in six days Liz and I will be on our way across the country to the kickass apartment my parents are paying for in exchange for me going to college like a good little girl. I have no idea what I plan to major in other than partying but if my parents are going to foot the bill and it means four more years of no responsibilities, I’ll take it.
“So, fellas, who here is going to go downstairs to the gift shop and get me some shorts and a shirt so we can go get some grub?”
Kaden puts his hands up in protest and laughs. “I’m not the one getting laid so I sure as hell am not playing errand boy.”
Bentley smacks him on his chest and says, “I will go down and get you an outfit while you jump in the shower. I was thinking of going surfing today. If you want I can grab you a suit and you can chill on a blanket under an umbrella and watch.”
Chill on a blanket and watch? Oh, boy does he have another thing coming to him. He’s got this girl here, all wrong. I’ll let him think what he wants though, and when I tear him apart in the water later it will be all that more satisfying.
“Sure,” I say in a sweet voice knowing he is going to be shocked to learn there’s more to me than a blonde chick in a tight silver dress. “I will jump in the shower and then we can go grab something to eat and then head to the beach, but would it be ok if I joined you in the water?”
He looks over at Kaden and furrows his eyebrows unsure of how to respond. Clearly, he’s used to girls like Liz who would rather watch with a book in her hand then get in the water and have fun.
Kaden gives him a shrug and says, “We can get you a board so you can paddle around on. If it gets to be too much you can always go back to the shore.” It is taking everything in me not to laugh at these guys. It will just be that much funnier when they realize I’m not that girl.
After we finish eating breakfast we walk down to the beach and head to the hut that rents and sells surf gear. I send a quick text to Liz to make sure she is ok and when she says she is, I let her know I am going to chill with Kaden and Bentley until tomorrow. She texts back a happy face. Yeah, I bet she is happy.
Bentley picked me out a blue and white bikini, which is totally cute but totally not doable if I am going to be surfing, so I grab a wetsuit to throw over my bikini and rent a board. Bentley offers to pay for my stuff but I am not having it. I don’t like to owe anybody anything. That goes right along with my feelings on love. The guys are looking kind of confused and it just makes me laugh even harder to myself.
We grab our boards and walk down to the area where people are allowed to surf. Because of the crazy weather lately off the coast the waves are rolling in, not as high as I would like but anybody who surfs knows even the small waves can be amazing. Kaden and Bentley stick their boards in the sand and I can tell they are gaging the surf, trying to decide what the sets look like in front of us.
While they are doing that, I begin to stretch to loosen up my muscles. Surfing can be hard on the body. Paddling out really works the upper body so I make it a point to focus on my arms, shoulders, and back. I look a little over to the left and see some of the guys I have surfed with several times. I don’t want them to see me yet because they will give away my secret.
“C’mon boys! There’s no time like the presen
t. Let’s get out there and surf!”
They both look at me and laugh, but I don’t wait for their response. I grab my board and head to the water.
“Kayla, wait up. Why don’t you watch us first and then we can walk you through the basics?” Bentley asks looking a little worried. I can tell he isn’t at all trying to be condescending because the fact is he has no idea of my surfing capabilities. However, there is no way I am going to sit on the sidelines and watch them surf.
“I am just going to paddle out with you guys so I can observe from up close.”
I drop my board into the water, lie down on the deck, and begin paddling out. I look over at Kaden and Bentley and they are right behind me. When we get to the back, I sit on the deck spreading my legs out around the board and check out the sets.
Being out here feels freeing. If you have never surfed, it’s hard to understand. Surfing is an experience. Once you surf, it’s about the next wave you’re going to catch because you always want more, always crave more. It becomes an addiction, and at the end of the day, you might be tired and sore as hell but it still feels amazing.
I see the guys from earlier paddling out and know if I don’t catch a wave soon they are going to out me. Without saying a word to Kaden and Bentley, I wait for the next set of waves and when they come, I charge for the wave and begin paddling my ass off, pop up, and take the drop. It’s hard to describe what my mind goes through while I am riding the wave. Before I am riding, my mind is all over the place. Once I paddle out, my mind only thinks of a few things, but once I am riding the wave my mind is clear, and the only thing I can think of is contentment. Before I experienced love, I would have described it as such, but once I experienced the toxicity of love, I would never again associate surfing with love. Surfing isn’t like pathetic ever-changing emotions. It is concrete and it is life.
I get to the shoreline and wait for the guys to meet me back here. Bentley goes first and he’s decent. He pops up and rides the wave to the shore without wiping out. Kaden is clearly not as good. He tries to take a larger wave and completely wipes out. Bentley gets to the shore while I am still laughing at Kaden.
“Well, aren’t you just full of secrets?” He says it like a statement though through his laughter.
“You didn’t ask.”
He saunters up to me, grips my wetsuit in his hands, and he pulls me closer to him until our bodies are flush against one another. His mouth attacks mine with such force it’s just not painful. I am learning that Bentley is an extremely passionate individual. He doesn’t seem to do anything half-ass. Every time he kisses me he gives me his all. His tongue slips right in between my lips without asking for permission. He just takes what he wants. My hands go up to his neck and I hold on to the back of it while he continues to assault me in the best way possible.
I don’t see Kaden and the guys approach but when I hear one of the guys yell out, “What’s up Wahine!” I push Bentley away. His brows furrow in confusion like he isn’t even aware that we were just making out in front of an entire audience. I never do shit like this. This guy is totally getting under my skin.
When Kaden and Bentley realize the guys are referring to me, they both raise their eyebrows. I don’t give them an explanation though. I just nod my head to the guy. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much…Chilling and surfing. What are you doing with these Bennies?”
Before I can answer, Bentley asks, “How do you guys know each other?”
“Wahine is a local and a bitchin’ surfer in case you haven’t noticed. We all see her at different events and competitions. She’s a cool ass chick.”
Bentley and Kaden look at me in shock and I bite my lip trying not to laugh.
“Alright, well it looks like the sets are picking up so we are gonna get back out there.”
The guys all say their goodbyes and then take off leaving Bentley, Kaden, and me alone.
Kaden asks first. “What the hell is a Wahine? And why did he just call us Bennies?”
I smile big. “A Wahine is a female surfer. I have been surfing most of my life. I live across from the beach. Liz and I have been friends since we were five years old, and she has spent her life watching me surf while reading a book from the shoreline. A Benny is someone who’s not from around here. When you live on the beach you know who’s local and who’s not. I’m not from Miami but I surf all over.”
“Will you marry me?” Kaden asks with a straight face and for a second I feel like I am going to hyperventilate until Bentley punches him in the arm causing Kaden to bark out his laughter. Oh, thank God, he was kidding!
“If she is going to marry anyone, it will be me.” And now I really am about to hyperventilate because for a second I can imagine myself spending my life with this man. I haven’t known him long but the little I do know of him has me addicted. This isn’t good. Addiction is need and need leads to commitment and commitment leads to marriage, and you don’t base a marriage off any of those things because they are all emotional, and emotions change leaving you heartbroken. I know all of this already but for some reason when I am with Bentley, all my sensible thinking goes flying out the window.
Bentley wraps his body around mine. His front to my back and closes me in with his arms. I feel so protected and… I am not going to use the L word because it’s not possible but I feel something and it scares me. I move out of his arms to get myself together.
“Alright, boys. The tides won’t stay like this forever. Let’s do some more surfing.”
And that’s what we spend the day doing. We surf and talk and surf some more. We paddle out together, talking about nothing of consequence but it’s nice. We agree to keep it light. Well, I request to keep it light but Bentley and Kaden go along with it. Bentley tells me about his friends and how he loves to work out and fight. I tell him about being a cheerleader in high school and about all the trouble I have gotten Liz and me into over the years. Kaden doesn’t really say much. He just laughs and joins in occasionally.
Our competitive sides show as we playfully banter back and forth throughout the day over who can surf better. However, when I hit the last wave just right and ride that bitch like I own it, they both agree I am the better out of the three of us. In another life, Bentley and I could effortlessly be amazing friends. It’s just so easy with him, and if I am truthful with myself, if given the chance we could probably be more than friends. Last night was about sex but today has been about so much more than that. I have never just hung out with a guy since Jake- and if we are being honest, his immature ass doesn’t compare to Bentley- and it’s rather refreshing.
Dusk is approaching and Kaden decides to take off to meet up with a couple of friends including their friend Caleb. Bentley tells him we aren’t going to join, and then comes up with the idea for us to sleep under the stars on the beach. Bentley mentioned where they live has no beach nearby and where they are about to move to doesn’t either. His love of surfing came from his trips with his parents over the years.
We go to a local store and pick up a large sleeping bag, some blankets, snacks, and a bottle of vodka. We make our way down and find a secluded spot to build a small bon-fire.
We spread out a blanket and use another one to wrap ourselves up with me in between Bentley’s legs. It’s spring in Florida but the ocean breeze adds a bit of a chill so we are snuggling close. We don’t say anything, just watch the small fire crackle and the waves crash. It’s a comfortable silence, though. I have never felt so at ease with anybody except Liz before. Being in Bentley’s arms feels so natural like his arms were made to hold me.
Bentley moves my hair off my neck and begins to trail open mouth kisses from my earlobe working his way down to my collarbone. His soft kisses give me the goose bumps and cause me to visibly shiver. He moves his hands underneath the blanket to my tank top and pulls my top down releasing my breasts. His mouth goes from kissing to sucking and nipping. Using his thumbs and middle fingers he pinches my nipples making them peak, and using
his forefingers he rubs them over the top of my nipples causing them to get hard. The sensations hit my core instantly and I can’t help but moan as he continues his sexual assault on me.
I take my hand and move it to the back of his head pushing his mouth into my neck to show him I need more. He begins to suck harder and then bites the side of my neck moving back up to my earlobe to bite it as well. He removes one hand from my breast and taps my legs for me to spread them open to give him access. I like him behind me but I want to see him. I turn around on my knees – keeping the blanket around us in case anybody wanders by – and go up high enough so his face is right in front of my breasts. I grab him by the back of his head and pull his face to me. He knows exactly what I want because his lips wrap right around my nipple and he sucks hard tugging on it until it pops out and then he moves to the other one to give it the same attention.
His hand goes into my shorts and under my bikini bottoms straight towards my clit. He rubs it for a few seconds and then moves his hand lower to gather up the juices that are already flowing down there.
“Jesus woman, you are dripping wet.” I push his head back to my breasts and he chuckles and then goes back to sucking and licking each one. I need to be in control tonight. I feel like I am losing all control and that doesn’t sit well with me at all.
His fingers, full of my wetness, move back to my clit and he starts rubbing it up and down and in circles causing me to squirm a little. It is insane how this man knows exactly how to get me off. He should give classes on how to give a woman an orgasm. I know quite a few guys who would benefit from this.
“C’mon baby, let go for me.” I want to but I want him in me when I do, so I take his swim shorts in my hands and push them down and then I push him down onto his back taking myself with him. I am hovering over his hard erection, and decide to just go for it.