Page 5 of Reckless Hearts

I ride the wave into the shore and when I look back, I see Flynn doing the same, a huge smile on his face.

The area we’re at right now has the perfect waves for practicing for Pipe, and the one I caught was big, big enough to put some of the most accomplished amateurs on their ass. Youwouldn’t catch just anyone out here, and that’s why it’s me who is on the roster for Maui Pipe, and I remind myself of that as Flynn comes to a stop in front of me.

“Fucking impressive,” he says, letting out a low whistle. “Where’d you learn to surf?”

“You’re looking at it. Born and bred here.” I stop for a second, watching as he runs a hand through his wet hair, shaking off the drops that fall to his face. “But I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Is that so?” Flynn hits back, lifting his board out of the water, he tucks it under his arm. “What do you want to talk about, Alana?”

And oh my fucking god, the way my name just rolls off his tongue, all deep and sexy, his accent sending a jolt of electricity straight between my thighs. It’s been a while since a guy was able to make me feel this way with just a few simple words. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time. He’s about to have himself a really good morning.

“I want to talk about what you can do with that tongue of yours,” I tell him, and his gaze grows heated, and his eyes nearly burn through my soul.

“Oh, we’re just going right for it, huh?” A lazy grin spreads across his face, and I love the effect my words have on him.

“We are. You interested?”

“Very. I think my favorite color is now pink,” he says, stepping closer to me, and I do the same, closing the small distance between us now. “Your bikini. Your lips.” He reaches out, running the pad of his thumb over my swollen bottom lip. “Your pussy.”

“Let’s fucking go.” These are the words that fall from my mouth without a second of hesitation. My breathing grows labored at just hearing him utter the word ‘pussy’. I’m so fucking in.

“Where?”

“Don’t worry,” I respond, heaving my board under my arm, I make my way over to my car. Loading it onto the top, I signal for Flynn to do the same, but he pauses for a second.

He looks around, and I roll my eyes. He’s a total tourist right now, worried someone will steal his board. Won’t happen around here. We all know each other, and we don’t fuck with each other’s stuff, especially when it comes to boards.

“You’re good. No one’s going to take it. Unless you’re afraid to get in the car with me.” I tease him, batting my eyelashes, “I don’t bite, but I’d be in if you want to bite me.”

“Sweetheart, you are a fucking dream,” Flynn groans, putting his board next to mine. I strap them down, and we both climb in the car.

It’s only a short drive to where Tanner docks his boat, and I pull in, cutting the engine. I look over at Flynn. He hasn’t said anything since we got in the car, and I begin to wonder if he’s having second thoughts. I damn well know I’m not.

But then I see him shift in his seat, adjusting his boardshorts to accommodate his hard-on, and I wink at him.

“I think we can take care of that.” My eyes fall to where his clearly impressive erection strains against his shorts.

Without another word, I exit the car, and Flynn follows. Checking around me, the marina seems to be empty, and I move quickly to where the Luna Mae is always docked.

It’s old as hell, but Tanner takes great care of her, keeping the stateroom clean for when he takes her out for long sails.

My bare feet slap along the worn-out wooden decking, coming to a stop right outside the Luna Mae, and without even thinking about it, I hop onto the deck.

When I turn around, I see Flynn hesitate for a second and then do the same.

“Is this your boat?” he asks me, and I hit him with a devious smirk.

“Would it be hotter if I said I don’t know whose boat this is?”

Flynn’s laugh has my stomach somersaulting, and my thighs squeeze together, trying to dull the ache that’s been present since we started flirting.

“It’s a friend of mine’s boat,” I eventually say, not wanting to ruin the moment. “We’re good. He’s on Oahu.”

I lead Flynn down the small stairs and into the stateroom. The bed is neatly made, and it’s about to get messed up in the best possible way.

I fall back onto the bed, curling a finger in Flynn’s direction, and he grins wolfishly, stepping between my open thighs. I widen my legs, giving him more space, and his gaze falls to the wetness soaking through my bikini bottoms. It’s erotic and dirty, and holy shit, I can’t wait to see what happens when this man is settled between my thighs…with his mouth, his fingers, his cock.

“Tell me what you like, Alana,” he rasps, leaning forward. He drags a finger between my breasts, my nipples hardening into painful peaks, straining against the fabric of my bikini.

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