Page 3 of Reckless Hearts

To check the wind.

To check for danger.

Nowadays, though, it’s more to check on Jade. Although she’s not here for another week or so, so I don’t need to do that either.

There are a couple of kids trying to stand up and ride some waves, and I laugh as they both immediately fall off their boards. My gaze now moves to the other person nearby riding the same wave.

“Fuck,” I murmur, as I watch this chick drop in on the face of the wave before cutting back as it peaks and then rolls, her board cutting through the barrel like a pro.

She surfs the wave for as long as she can before jumping off not far from where I stand, ankle-deep in the surf. Now that she’s closer, I can get a good look at her, see if she’s someone I know. But I don’t recognize her, which is weird given she’sclearly really good and with my job, I tend to know all the good female surfers.

She’s also really fucking hot.

“Impressive,” I say as she picks up her board.

She smiles, tucking her board under her arm. “Thanks. You surfing or staring?”

I laugh. “Both. You a pro?” I ask, looking at her board. There are no sponsors on it, just the name of the surf shop across the road where I’m staying.

“Nope,” she says, shaking her head.

“You should be,” I say. “That was…well, you have great form.”

She bursts out laughing. “Is that a line? I can’t tell.”

“I mean, it can be,” I say, grinning.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, still smiling as she gives me a slow and very obvious once-over. Maybe she recognizes me; I can’t tell. But if she does, she doesn’t say anything. I’m glad, because telling my story over and over again gets exhausting.

“So you’re one of those guys then,” she eventually says, still smiling.

“And what exactly is one of those guys?” I ask.

“A flirt,” she says as she turns to walk back into the surf.

“Is it working?” I call out to her.

She looks back at me, a huge smile on her face as she says, “I don’t know yet. Why don’t you come out here and show me your form, paddle-puss?”

I burst out laughing at the name she gives me, knowing that’s exactly what I look like, standing here staring at her.

I run to catch up to her, loving the coolness of the water against my skin. “Now who’s the flirt?” I say as we both push our boards out and jump onto them, side by side. “I’m Flynn, by the way,” I say, glancing over at her as we paddle through the waves.

She smiles, not looking at me, as she says, “Nice to meet you, Flynn. I’m Alana.”

He paddles out behind me,catching up, and when I look over at him, his tanned skin shining in the sun, water droplets glistening off his muscular arms, he smiles.

Straddling my board, he stops and does the same beside me. I can tell he’s an experienced surfer, and that doesn’t surprise me. This isn’t an area that tourists frequent unless they’re brought here by a local.

“So, what are you into, Flynn?” I ask, my tone flirtatious and low. I wet my lips as I wait for him to answer, tasting the salt of the ocean on them. Taking in his lean body, his ab muscles taut and rippled, and as I watch a bead of water roll down his chest, I dream of licking it off his amazing body.

“Surfing. Surf girls,” he comments back, a low rumble to his words as he looks me up and down. “How about you?”

I purse my lips, loving the banter with this guy already, not to mention his sexy as fuck accent, finding myself turned on and thinking about what he might be like in bed. It’s been a while since I’ve found myself in this kind of situation and the thought excites me.

“Surfing. Bad boys.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, our legs rubbing against each other as the waves slowly lift our boards.

“Well, guess you’re lucky then,” he plays back, and I lean forward resting my palms flat on my board, my boobs pushed up. His eyes drop to my chest, and I let out a laugh.

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