Page 7 of Reckless Hearts

“Yeah,” I breathe out, the word getting caught in my throat as she starts to touch herself, her pussy already clenching around my dick in a way that feels exquisite. “Fuck,” I groan, never stopping my thrusts as Alana now rubs furiously at her clit, almost like the two of us are racing each other to the finish line.

But then her eyes close and I feel her start to clench around me, her back arching as she pushes her arse back against my hips and lets out a low moan.

“God, I’m gonna come,” I growl, my grip tightening as I pound into her, feel her coming undone on my cock. It’s enough to send me flying, my balls tightening as I suddenly explode inside her, coming harder than I think I’ve ever come in my life. “Holy shit,” I groan, collapsing onto her, my front hot and sweaty pressed against her back.

Alana chuckles, her hand falling back to the mattress as she holds herself up beneath me. “Yeah.”

With a grin, I press my lips to her shoulder, tasting the salt of the ocean on her skin. “Rough enough for you?”

“Oh, yeah.”

My smile widens, my teeth grazing against her skin. “Ridiculously good enough for you?”

She laughs now, collapsing onto the bed before rolling over so she’s facing me. “I don’t know. I might need another go to really be sure.”

I pull off the condom, dropping it on the floor as I smile down at her. “If you insist,” I say, lowering my body to hers as I get ready for round two.

“You want me to drop you somewhere?” Alana eventually asks.

I roll my head on the pillow, my eyes finding hers. She’s smiling, her lips swollen from all the hungry kisses I’ve given her. “Back at that beach would be good,” I say.

Neither of us moves, though. Instead, we just lie here watching each other. I’m half tempted to ask for her number so we can do this again sometime, but I know that’s not what this is.

It’s just sex. Nothing more.

“Sure,” she says, sitting up, her long brown hair all messy as it falls around her shoulders. “You wanna get going?”

I nod, even though a part of me would love to stay right here with her. “Yep,” I say instead, rolling off the bed.

We dress in silence, the two of us sneaking glances at each other as we pull on our swimmers. When we’re done, I follow Alana out of the boat and back onto the deck toward her car.

As we get closer, I notice her board on the roof, the funky design on the top that I didn’t notice when we were surfing. “Your board,” I say, gesturing toward it.

“Yeah?” she asks, stopping by the side of the car.

I crouch down, trying to get a better look at the design, which is hard given it’s face down on the racks. I tilt my head, my eyes moving over the picture of a girl surfing, a smile on her face as she holds up the bird. Beneath the image are the words I’ve been dying to see on one of my own boards.

Olsen Custom Boards.

“Fuck, you have a custom Olsen board?” I ask, straightening.

“Uh huh,” she says, holding a hand up to the sun as she looks up at me.

I turn back to her, notice the way her smile has disappeared now, replaced with a sadness in her eyes. “How? Where?” I ask. “I’ve been trying to get my hands on one of these for ages.”

Alana smiles again, the sadness disappearing just as quickly as it appeared. “Yeah, they’re hard to come by,” she says,unlocking the car. I watch as she climbs in, not answering my question.

I walk around to the passenger side, still confused because to me, it’s on the wrong side of the car. “So, how’d you get one?” I ask as I slide into the passenger seat.

She shoots me a quick glance as she starts the car. “It was a gift,” she says.

“A gift?”

“Yep,” she replies with a nod.

“Fuck, must have been from someone important,” I say, once again ignoring that weird feeling in my chest at the thought of her with someone else.

Just sex.

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