Page 13 of Reckless Hearts

“You, beautiful, are sexy as hell,” I whisper, cupping one of her breasts.

Alana smiles, shifting her hips beneath me as she pushes me off and onto my back on the bed beside her. Before I can even say anything, she moves so she’s straddling my hips, my dick hard as it slides against her wetness.

“Fuck, I need you to get up here,” I say, tapping a finger against my lips.

Alana raises a brow, a sexy smirk on her face. “Do you now? And what if I just wanna ride you?”

Now it’s me smirking, my hands gripping her hips as I yank her up so she’s hovering over my face. “You’re the one who said I was ridiculously good at it, so I just figured.” Alana laughs,but it quickly disappears as I lower her to my mouth, my tongue trailing slowly through her wet heat.

“Fuck me,” she moans above me.

“We’ll get to that,” I tease, winking up at her. Alana shuffles impatiently and I can’t help but grin. “And yeah, wearedoing it slow this time.”

“So, verdict?” I ask, lying on my side, my fingers trailing up and down the length of Alana’s spine.

She turns her head to face me, resting it on her hands. “Yeah, okay, you are good at this,” she says with a smile.

“I think it was ridiculously good, if I’m not mistaken,” I tease. “But I actually meant about Maui Pipe. You gonna compete?”

Alana blows out a breath, rolling onto her side, her head propped in her hand. My fingers move to her hip, continuing their slow trail up and down her body. “I don’t know,” she eventually says. “It’s just…hard with Mitch gone.”

“Had he been coaching you for long?” I ask, my fingers brushing along the underside of her breast.

“He taught me to surf, like really surf, not just a kid out on the water trying her best,” she says. “I don’t know when it changed from teaching to coaching, but yeah, it’s always been him.”

I nod, my gaze dropping to my fingers as they trace a slow circle around her nipple. “What happened to him?” I ask, a weird feeling settling in my gut.

Alana doesn’t say anything for so long, that I eventually lift my gaze to hers, see the sadness in her eyes. Just as I’m about to tell her she doesn’t have to answer me, she says, “Surfing accident.”

“He died surfing?” I ask.

Alana nods. “Yeah, he asked me and Nate to go with him, but we blew it off and I, well…” She trails off, and I can only imagine the guilt she’s feeling at her decision.

“I’m sure you’ve heard this all before,” I start, moving my hand up to cup her jaw now. “But it isn’t your fault.”

They’re words that were said to me so often after my accident and I know how they sound; how hollow they can leave you feeling.

“I know,” she says. “But Mitch was…well, he was like a father figure to me and Nate, Nate especially, and losing him hit us both really hard.”

A memory flashes in my brain, of yesterday when I arrived, meeting Nate and Sage and the mention of her dad’s car, which I’ve still yet to look at for them. “Was Mitch Sage’s dad?” I ask, remembering how Nate said he was no longer around.

Alana smiles. “Yeah, he was. It was his shop, where you’re staying, and after he…well, after he died, Sage came over for the memorial and she and Nate, you know,” she adds, waving a hand around.

“So, you and Nate never…?”

She bursts out laughing, falling onto her back. “God no! That idiot is like a brother to me. Ugh, god, gross.”

Smiling, I move closer, so I’m lying against her side. “You know if you want someone to surf with, I’m around.”

Even as I say the words, I know I’m walking a very dangerous line here. A line that I’ve probably already well and truly crossed over if I’m being honest. I’m not offering to coach her, but it’s not fucking far off from that. And anyway, I know how bad it will look.

She looks up at me, tucking a hand behind her head as she says, “Are you offering because you’re hoping for more of this?”She flicks her eyes downward, and they widen a little when she sees I’m already half hard.

“Well,” I whisper, running a finger along her collarbone and down between her breasts, over her stomach and between her legs. I smile when I discover how wet she is, my finger teasing her before slowly sliding inside her. “Not gonna lie, I’m hoping for a lot more of this,” I murmur, dropping a soft kiss on her lips. “With or without the surfing.”

Alana smiles, her fingers curling around my dick as she slowly starts to stroke me. It only takes two movements of her hand before I’m fully hard again, but she doesn’t stop, her grip firm as she continues to jerk me off.

“You can’t stay the night. My roommate, she?—”

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