Page 95 of Reckless Hearts

It’s enough to pull me right over the edge with her, my hips punching forward in rough, ragged movements as I groan, “Alana.”

We don’t move for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes. Eventually, though, I reluctantly pull out, lowering her to the ground before pulling us both under the water.

Alana rests both of her hands on my chest, tipping her head back as she wets her hair. I reach for the shampoo, pouring some into my hand as she says, “I think that might have been better than surfing that final wave.”

I burst out laughing as I lift my hands to her hair and start washing it. “Really?”

She smirks up at me, her bottom lip between her teeth. “Okay, maybe equally as good then.”

Chuckling, I gently ease her back under the water, rinsing the suds from her long brown hair. “I think we can safely say that you and I are excellent at both surfing and fucking.”

Alana laughs, her hands on my hips as she lifts her head. “To that, I would agree,” she says, tipping her head toward her conditioner bottle. She’s basically been living here with me ever since we gave in to this thing between us, and I fucking love every second of it.

Smiling, I grab it, squeezing some out before I lift my hands to her hair, that all too familiar coconut scent now filling the shower stall.

“Are you really going to stay?” she asks, her hands still on my hips.

My hands still as I drop my eyes to hers. “In Hawaii? Yes,” I say. “You want me to, right?”

She laughs, pushing up on her toes to kiss me quickly. “Yes! I want you to stay, I want you to surf again, and I want us to tour the world, surfing all the comps together.”

My hands slide down her back as I pull her into my arms. “That’s everything I want too, beautiful.”

“So, you’ll do it?” she asks. “Surf Pipe Masters?”

“I kinda have to now, right?” I tease. “My girlfriend’s deal and all.”

Alana smirks, knowing it was a ballsy move and very cheeky of her to suggest that to Trent. “Yeah, you kinda do,” she says. “But I’m gonna be right there with you, Flynn,” she adds, serious.

“I know,” I say quietly, knowing that as tough as it’s going to be getting back on a board and competing, I’m not backing out. Not after everything I have seen her do.

Alana tips her head back, rinsing the conditioner from her hair before she turns us so I am now standing under the water. “Should we go outside and celebrate then? Tell everyone the good news?” she asks, grabbing the soap before she starts to run it over my body.

With a grin, I grip her wrist, lowering her hand to my dick, which is already half-hard. “I think we have a little more celebrating to do in here first,” I whisper before crashing my mouth against hers.

We finally makeit back outside, the party already going without us, and when we walk out of the cottage, the sound is nearly deafening.

Everyone was there to watch me place and to get a bid to my next comp, but their excitement hasn’t waned at all. They’re all here, cheering and clapping, my smile wide, realizing I have the most wonderful group of friends. Their support means everything.

It’s still hard to believe that Maui Pipe has come and gone, and that I managed to place third. I was hoping for sixth, as I knew it would allow me to move on, but third is a dream come true.

There’s a huge hand-painted sign hanging on the back of The Pipe Dream, congratulating me, and I let out a laugh.

Turning to Flynn, I jokingly ask, “What would the sign have said if I didn’t place?”

I take it in, my name on there, a gorgeous hand-drawn pink hibiscus that could only have been done by Nate. The word ‘congratulations’ is huge, and I can’t stop reading it. The word playing out over and over in my head.

“It still would have said that,” Flynn replies, motioning at the sign with a flick of his hand. “Just making it to Pipe is a fucking achievement, Alana.” He gives my ass a swat, smiling at me. “Now greet your adoring fans.”

I head over to where everyone is gathered, and Nate hands me a beer as soon as I walk up. Popping it open, I take a drink, my smile never fading.

Making my way around, I hug everyone, thanking them before Nate pulls me in for a bear hug. He’s not a hugger, so I know this is a big deal.

“He’d be so proud of you, Alana,” Nate whispers, holding me tightly. “You kicked ass out there, not that I didn’t think you would.” His words linger between us, his arms wrapped around me, mine around him.

Nate’s the closest thing I have to a brother, and I love him with everything in me. I love that Sage came into his life at the perfect time, filling the hole that was left when Mitch passed away. He’s still the same grumpy douche he was all those years ago when I forced him to be my friend, but now, under all his broodiness, is a man who learned how to love.

“Thanks, Nate,” I reply, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. “And my board, it was the coolest one out there.”

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