Page 34 of Reckless Hearts

After we head into shore, the kids all thank us, their excited chatter loud as they make their way back toward the bus, leaving Alana and me alone on the beach.

I grab the demo board, tucking it under my arm, along with mine, before I follow her up to the path that leads back to the car, the dust from the leaving bus, filling the air.

Neither of us speak, and while I have no idea what Alana is thinking, the only thought running through my head is how much I want to kiss her again. How badly I want her, period.

We stack the boards in the back of the SUV, Alana moving to the front of the car to get in. I follow blindly, not realizing until I’m standing beside her and the passenger door, that I’m on the wrong side of the car.

She finally looks at me, a smile on her face as she says, “The driver’s side is?—”

My mouth crashes against hers, cutting off the rest of her words as I now back her up against the side of the truck, my hands on her hips as my body crowds in against her.

Thankfully with the school bus long gone, we don’t have an audience, and even though I know this is a really fucking stupid idea, I don’t stop, deepening the kiss as my hands slide slowly up her body, one gripping the back of her neck as the other slides into her hair, holding her to me.

Alana doesn’t pull away, and she doesn’t stop me either. Instead, I feel her hands moving to my hips, her fingers grippingmy shorts as she pulls me even closer, so our bodies are flush against each other.

“Flynn,” she whispers, the word muffled by our kisses. “What are we doing?”

I bite her bottom lip, gently tugging it between my teeth before kissing her again, unable to stop. It’s like the last twenty-four hours of not being able to touch her or kiss her has only magnified my want for her, and I can’t get enough.

“Flynn,” she says again, my name a moan.

“I don’t know,” I breathe out, my grip on her neck tightening. “I don’t fucking know, Alana. But I can’t stop…can’t stop.”

His mouth iswarm against mine as his tongue traces a path along my bottom lip, making me moan as I lean into him further. Our bodies are flush, and as right as this feels, we both know it’s wrong. It could ruin everything, not just for me, but Flynn and Jade too, and fuck, I don’t even know who else.

“Flynn,” I whisper, our lips brushing. His name seems to be the only thing I can make come out of my mouth, but I need to say more. I need to stop this before it goes too far. It may have already.

We’re the only ones who know about our hook ups, but I have no idea if that’s really true. Someone could have seen us together. Someone could see us together now.

It’s not so much about us being seen together and more about what we’re doing right now, our bodies pressed too close, our mouths exploring.

It’s all very messy.

Incredibly hot, but messy.

“We can’t,” I say, trying to put some distance between us, but failing. His forehead falls to mine, our eyes closed, our breathing labored.

“I know,” Flynn replies sullenly, stepping away from me, and returning to the driver’s side of the car. The second he moves away, my body cries out with the loss of him.

I pause, closing my eyes before getting in the car. Letting out a sigh that is full of resignation and disappointment, but it shouldn’t be. I need to remind myself that I’m not walking away from him for no reason. It’s my career at risk, his career, our lives and all the great things that could come from staying away from each other.

But it doesn’t help.

I climb into the car, not saying anything because if I do, it’s not going to be what either of us needs to hear. Every thought in my head is dirty, so fucking dirty.

I swallow hard, letting my head fall back against the headrest as I put the window down. With the hopes that the fresh air will rid my brain of thoughts of Flynn, I let the wind drag over my face. The view from the window isn’t anything new, but I try my best to enjoy it.

The crystal blue water crashes against the rocks, splashing and glittering in the sunlight. Palm trees blow in the breeze as colorful flowers dot the mountainside, all green and lush.

As gorgeous as it is, it’s not working.

And I send up a silent thank you when we pull up outside of The Pipe Dream. I have to get away from Flynn Roberts and his gorgeous face, those luminous blue eyes that match the ocean and can draw me in with one simple look.

Parking the car around back, we both step out, silence passing over us, and when we begin to unload the boards from the back, I hear Sage’s sweet voice.

“Hey! You two want to stay for dinner?” she asks, standing just outside the back door to The Pipe Dream. “Malo brought us some mahi-mahi he caught, and Nate’s making fish tacos.”

“Oh, I’m sure…” I start to say, and Sage walks over, pretty much glaring at me, and I try not to laugh. She’s so unassuming and sweet, but here she is ready to punch me if I say no.

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