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“That was awesome,” he enthused, holding his hand out for a fist bump.
“That felt really good.”
“You looked great. You want to practice a few more? Just remember to keep low on the board when you stand. Then you want to make sure your put more weight on your front foot to get more speed.”
Nick illustrated his points by touch, rotating my waist to get lower on the board and shifting my legs into better position. I don’t know why his touch made me feel so antsy, like I simultaneously wanted him to stop while wanting him to keep doing it.
I honestly had no idea where my head was at these days. When it came to Nick I was all over the place. I wondered if I was a little awestruck by him, like he was the cool older guy I wanted to hang with. But it wasn’t like he was that much older than me, nor was I a starstruck thirteen year old kid. Even if I sometimes felt like it around him.
Maybe it was the abs. Part of me just wanted to see what it would feel like to touch them, to run my fingers over those ridges and grooves. I’d never had muscles like that. I reckon Nick would have let me if I asked too, that was just the kind of guy he was.
I was pretty sure that might be verging on this side of creepy though, even for someone as cool and easy going as Nick.
CHAPTER 7
nick
The girlfriends were coming to town today and I was in a grumpy ass mood. To make matters worse, Dane had come down with a migraine yesterday so I’d had to spend the entire day in the company of his best friend.
His incredibly gorgeous, adorable best friend who was making my stomach squeeze and my blood pool at just the thought of him.
He’d let me touch him the last couple of mornings out on our surf. Yeah, I could have demonstrated the manoeuvres without touching him but hey, I never claimed I was a saint and his body was just too much of a temptation. And he smelt so good and his skin was so soft and warm and inviting. I could also admit he was better at surfing than he thought he was and probably didn’t need as much instruction as I seemed to be intent on giving him. Again, not a saint.
And try as I might I knew I would take any opportunity to touch that boy. He was driving me a little insane if I was totally honest. A full twenty-four hours with him had not helped out my little situation one bit.
I’d already spent nearly two hours in my home gym, trying not to think about Ajay as I ran some of that pent up energy outon the treadmill and benched more than I should safely do on my own. I’d lost my shirt at the half way mark and was just a sweaty beast when I stepped out of the boat shed later that day.
Of course, the first sight my eyes landed on was the gorgeous Ajay himself, laying on a sun lounger on the back deck. He had on a pair of blue and white striped boardies and a pair of dark sunglasses, nothing in between.
But those sunglasses did not conceal the way his eyes roved from the top of my head, right to the very tips of my toes, lingering a while on my abs. I couldn’t see those big brown eyes but I felt mighty smug when his mouth dropped open a little. Did this guy honestly have no idea?
“Huh,” was all he said.
“Huh, what?” I returned, ditching my plan for a shower in lieu of the cold bottle of beer that was chilling beside Ajay. He watched me the whole time as I stepped up onto the deck and sank onto the sun lounger beside him, cracking open the bottle and guzzling a mouthful. He still hadn’t replied so I turned an expectant eye on him, watching him watching me.
“I guess those muscles don’t actually grow on trees,” Ajay finally offered.
I barked out a laugh. I hadn’t expected such honesty from him but if Ajay thought he could say shit like that to me and not get an equally flirty answer, then baby boy had another thing coming.
“You like the muscles, baby?” I grinned, running a hand down my chest and throwing in a wink just for fun. Ajay’s eyes followed my hand while his cheeks rewarded me with that faint flush, the one that was becoming harder not to lick off his face.
“Just jealous is all,” he said a little too quickly, eyes back on his bottle.
“I wouldn’t be if I was you,” I offered casually, waiting as he flicked his eyes back to me.
“Why when you look like that,” he laughed, waving his hand in my general direction.
“It takes all types, Ajay,” I said, leaning back, casual as could be. “And you’re perfect as you are.”
Ajay let out a short “ha” and I let him think about my words for a moment. Take that how you will, baby boy.
I was just about to tease him out a little more when the sound of the sliding door interrupted my perfectly reinstated good mood and a girl stepped out onto the deck. My insides froze at the sight of her but thawed just a tad when I felt Ajay’s entire body tense beside me.
I slid a glance the girl’s way, trying to rain a whole heap of hostility at her that she hadn’t exactly done anything to earn. Except for maybe exist.
But my heart cracked just a little at the sight of the girl, one of those stunning model types with her long, honey blonde hair, blue eyes and lips so pouty they were most probably fake. The jury was out on what else might have been fake but the girl sure knew what she had going for her with her tits overflowing in a tiny lime green bikini underneath a white wrap top which left most of her flat stomach on display. For eyes that might have been so inclined to look at any rate. The tiny denim shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She was a knockout and I sadly admitted she looked perfect for someone as gorgeous as Ajay.
That was until she opened her mouth.
