Page 36 of Reckless Hearts

A few minutes later, I’m dressed and heading up to Nate and Sage’s apartment. The smell of the tacos is wafting out the open door, the breeze from the ocean blowing through the house. And as much as I worry about being in the same space with Flynn, my stomach growls, reminding me that I do need to eat. Even if it’s going to be hard hiding my feelings for him, I’ll persevere for tacos.

“Finally,” Nate mutters, grumpily, but smiles when I walk over and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks for the invite. I’m starving. Tons of training today. A run this morning and some surfing and then surf school,” I say, feeling like I’m talking nervously out of my ass.

Flynn is watching me. I can feel the deep penetration of his soulful eyes, and I just hope that Nate and Sage can’t see the tension between us because it feels like it’s bouncing off the walls and echoing in my ears.

“How’s the training going?” Nate asks me, and I’m ridiculously grateful, so that I can shut up and stop this uncomfortable diarrhea of the mouth.

“I’m only a couple of days back in, but it’s good. Plan is to run every morning and build up to ten miles before Pipe,” I tell him, and when I turn back to where Flynn is sitting at the island, his gaze coasts down my body.

A shudder runs through me, the way he looks at me sets me on fire, lust spiking at the heat of his stare. I watch as his eyes fall to my chest, my nipples straining against the fabric of my fitted T-shirt, and I have no idea if I look completely obscene, not wearing a bra or my bikini top underneath.

I wish I would have said no. I should have gone home, knowing this would prove difficult, and it’s harder than I even thought. It’s the secret-keeping and the trying to act like I don’t care about Flynn that’s killing me.

“Where you been running?” Nate now asks. Sage and Flynn listen as Sage leans over, resting her elbows on the island.

“I love the run to Waimoku Falls and I think I’ll do that. It’s so peaceful and quiet early in the morning, and it’s a great place to cool off once I get there.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Flynn shift in his chair. It’s subtle, and I’m sure I’m the only one who notices, his hand moving to his shorts, adjusting himself, and I cover my mouth. Letting out a cough to cover the smile and giggle that tries to escape.

“Nice,” Nate replies, nodding. “Ready to eat?”

Nate steps back, the counter all set up with the toppings for the tacos, and he motions with his hand for Flynn and me to start.

“We’re going to eat outside. It’s supposed to be a beautiful night,” Sage says, handing me a plate, and then one to Flynn.

I get everything ready and head outside, pulling out a chair, I sit down. Letting out a hard exhale the second I’m alone, feeling like I’m being completely obvious in my attempts to not obsess over Flynn.

And before I know it, he’s outside with me, leaning down, his mouth next to my ear. I feel his warm breath dance along my sensitive skin, overstimulated and on edge. Goosebumps line my body, popping up everywhere, and he hasn’t even whispered a word yet.

“Alana, you’re fucking killing me,” he murmurs, his words sharp and seductive. “Your tits are on display and all I can think about is sucking your nipple into my mouth, making you moan.”

His words are quick, but they shoot straight to my core. And he walks away like he didn’t just wreck me. Sitting down, he smirks, perfect and gorgeous, and there’s not a chance this is going to work. We can’t be around each other; it’s too much temptation.

“Then stop looking,” I hit back, wetting my lips as I lean forward. My tits are pushed up, front and center, and we are playing with fire here.

Nate and Sage could walk out here any minute and find us, the sexual tension exploding, making it obvious that there’s something happening between us.

I have to leave before Flynn does tonight, or I’m never going to get home.

Fuck me.I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. Or this willing to say fuck it and just do whatever the hell I want, consequences be damned.

I don’t give a shit about Maui Pipe.

Don’t give a shit about Jade either.

I don’t even care that my hosts, Nate and Sage, are just inside and can probably see the sexual tension Alana and I are radiating from here.

It’s like the second she’s near me, I lose all control, every rational thought flying out the window, leaving me reckless and fucked.

Well and truly fucked.

I just can’t let this girl go, and I really don’t want to, either.

But I do care about Alana, and I especially care about her surfing Maui Pipe.

“I’m fucking trying,” I eventually get out, exhaling as I sit back in my chair, knowing it’s impossiblenotto look at her.

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