Page 59 of Finish Line

“Surfing,” I tell her.

One of her brows lifts. “You’re surfing?”

Laughing comes from the water. On Jet Skis, the guys race around each other before they cut the engines, their momentum and the force of the wave behind them pushing them onto shore.

Nick and Cam dart past us and back up toward the house.

Mav runs up the beach, slowing as he gets closer to me. “Do you want to ride with me?”

“She should ride with one of us first. You’re not the safest driver.” Dom approaches at a more sedate speed.

“I’ll be safe with her on with me.” Mav sticks his tongue out at Dom.

I rest my hand on his bicep. “I’d love to ride with you.”

Nick and Cam return from the house with a bunch of life jackets.

When Mav grabs one and holds it out to me, I turn around, slipping my arms through the holes before turning around again, and he zips it up.

Mav hesitates for a second. “You’re going to have to hold on to me. Are you okay with that?”

I nod. “I should be. It’s like riding our bikes.”

He reaches out to take my hand, and it surprises me when I don’t flinch.

We head over to a jet ski, and he pulls it out into the water before climbing on. I swing my leg over and straddle behind Mav. He turns it on and glances at me before he takes off.

I scream, but not in terror.

I’m wrong. It’s nothing like riding my bike because of the bouncing. Mav jumps the waves and turns this way and that way.

In the distance, Paige screams as Sam takes off. I can’t help but start laughing.

Mav stops in the open water.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing.” Mav turns to me. “Would you like to drive?”

“Hell yeah!” Before he can say anything, I curl around Mav to sit in front of him. “Hi.”

Mav backs up a little, chuckling. “Hi.”

His eyes move to my lips, and I squirm in anticipation.

“I want to try something. Don’t move.” I lean forward and kiss him. It’s a hard press of our lips together, not erotic, but damn, I’ve missed him. I pull back a bit. then nibble on his lip.

“It’s hard to kiss someone when they don’t reciprocate,” I murmur.

“Huh, what?” His hard cock presses against me. “But you told me not to move. So, I didn’t.”

“I appreciate that. Now, kiss me.”

He puts his hand behind my neck and pulls me toward him. My ass slides across the wet seat until our bodies are flush and our mouths meet, tongues probing, tasting each other after a long hiatus.

I break the kiss, panting.

Worry clouds Mav’s face, and he lets go. “Sorry if I got a little forceful.”

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