Page 42 of Fractured

“What have you done today?” he asked through a mouthful of chips.

I sobered. “Conversation for another time?”

“That bad, huh?” He reached over and placed his hand on mine. “I’m a good listener, you know?”

“I know.” At least I thought so, but again, like last time, why ruin the moment? “Let’s focus on us in the now. You promised me a good time, and I want to collect on it.”

“Yes, and I think a little hand holding was on the table.” He flipped my hand over and threaded his fingers through mine. The green of his eyes gleamed brighter under the sun as he winked at me.

Allowing my fingers to curl loosely over his, I stuffed my face with the other hand and enjoyed the moment. Why couldn’t I suspend time to stay in these perfect moments? Why did my brain always feel the need to drag life back into my thoughts?

Oh well, that was a question to ponder another time. Or not. I’d be perfectly happy with not looking any deeper into it.

We ate in silence, sneaking sweet and flirty looks each other’s way. It was like I was on my first date as a middle schooler. It didn’t matter that we’d had sex already, today felt light and innocent.

Brushing his hands on a napkin and handing me one, he grinned. “You ready to do this?”

Fuck. I was not ready. There was a reason I was so good at playing the cello instead of running or dancing or anything that required a decent amount of coordination. “My balance sucks. What if I just watch you?” I raised my eyebrows hopefully.

“Hell no. Today is about you. And what better way to have fun than to do a little thrill seeking? Granted, boogie boarding isn’t really dangerous, but it’s a good start.” He was laughing at my cowardly ass.

“All right,” I said begrudgingly. The idea sounded fun, but I was a little apprehensive about falling on my butt.

“Come on.” Wow. He cleaned up in no time and had the boogie board under his arm as he waited for me.

“I don’t have a bathing suit.” I dusted myself off.

“This is a private beach. Go naked.” He leered playfully.

“Um, no. Skinny dipping is one thing, but skidding across the water with everything jiggling? I think not.”

He laughed and tugged me to him by my hand. His lips touched mine mid laugh, and it was like he breathed some of his exuberance into me. I wanted to hold onto it as long as I could, so I snatched the boogie board and ran closer to the water, stopping just before the wet sand.

If I didn’t want to find the missing pieces of myself, maybe I could just collect little bits of the guys to make a new me. It was wishful thinking and something that infused my soul with warmth.

Tossing my shirt and shorts on the ground, I stood in my underwear as I watched the rhythmic motion of the waves. I’d seen kids on boogie boards before, I could do this.

Glancing over my shoulder, I caught Kenzo standing several feet behind me with one arm crossed over his chest, and his other gripping his chin as he stared at my ass. “Nice view?” I taunted.

“The best.” He looked up to my face at the same time I glanced toward his crotch. His dick was standing at attention, and the glorious sight had me warming all over.

“Uh-uh. None of that, remember? This is getting to know you and have fun time.”

“Sex is fun.” My voice was husky and thick with desire.

“Also the best, but this is fun too. And I’m determined.” He didn’t say what for, but he didn’t have to. Kenzo was chasing me. And I was enjoying every orgasm-less second of it.

Hoping to impress him, I walked down to where the water was just an inch or two deep before the waves rolled in and set the boogie board down. I held onto it for a minute as a wave passed by, not wanting the board to go with it. Once it settled down a bit, I backed up a few steps, and then ran, jumping on the board. I went all of two feet before the board flew out from under me and I landed hard in the sand.

“Oof,” I grunted. At least the sand was soft.

“A for effort, D for execution.” He pulled me up, his eyes twinkling. Suddenly, the fall wasn’t so bad.

“And how can we bring up that D?” I asked suggestively as I trailed my fingertips over his chest and down his abs.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Role play. We’ll do that later. Don’t think I’ll forget. Now let me show you how to do this.” And he did. At least five times.

All I retained from his instructions was how good his glistening muscles looked as they tightened from holding his balance. He went pretty far, and I mewled in disappointment when I no longer had an up close look at his sexy as hell body.

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