Page 14 of Love Notes and Late Nights
It was as if he were seeing Harris for the first time. The wet suit the guy wore outlined every inch of muscle on his body. His chest was carved like a statue, his shoulders were broad and round, and his guns were huge. Wolf didn’t remember Harris’ arms being that big even during the tour when Harris had been pounding on his drum kit for 90 minutes on stage.
Harris’ sandy blond hair dusted his shoulders and blew in the breeze. The salty air made it extra wavey, and the sun highlighted the different shades of blond. As if feeling Wolf’s eyes on him, Harris turned and gave Wolf a big smile and a hang loose sign before turning around and sailing toward the shore. In that moment, Wolf sucked in a breath at the resemblance. He never noticed it before. Harris looked so much like Patrick Swayze in Point Break that it took his breath away. Wolf sat, frozen in place and not moving a muscle, while he watched Harris bend his knees and move his body as he navigated the wave.Damn, that guy looks fucking hot!
“What’s wrong? See a shark?” Marshall asked.
“What?” The mention of a nearby shark jolted Wolf out of his trance. He didn’t have an inherent fear of sharks, but there had been recent sightings in the area. Although rare, as surfers,shark attacks were a real possibility. He quickly looked around. “You saw a shark? Where?”
Marshall laughed at the panic in Wolf’s voice and pointed over his shoulder. “Right there.”
Wolf twisted around on his board, and his heart almost stopped at the sight of a fin breaking through the water, until he saw several additional fins and then three dolphins crest above the surface. He let out a small laugh. “You’re a dick.”
Ethan and Wolf came paddling over at a fast pace. “Get ready!” Ethan shouted. “Look at the monster coming in!”
Wolf turned and saw a huge wave barreling toward them. It was five feet high and already starting to break. Holy shit! He paddled like crazy and stood up as the wave lifted the board. He felt the power of the water as the wave propelled him forward at lightning speed as if he were flying.
“Duuuude!”Harris was next to Wolf, almost close enough to touch, a megawatt smile on his face.
Wolf smiled back and returned the hang loose sign that Harris gave him earlier. Adrenaline coursed through his blood as they zigzagged through the wave and somehow still remained side by side. The wave faded, and they both kicked out at the same time, then resurfaced.
“That was sick!” Harris exclaimed. His wet hair hung in tendrils and landed at his shoulders, dripping water down his cheeks, which were sun kissed and golden. It brought out the blue of his eyes, which picked up the reflection of the ocean.
Damn.“You look good.” Wolf didn’t mean to say that out loud, but Harris didn’t pick up on the real meaning.
“So did you. We rode that bitch all the way in!”
Marshall swam over and joined them, followed by Ethan. “That wave came out of nowhere,” Ethan said. “The current’s picking up.”
“I told you the waves were gonna be killer,” Harris replied. “Let’s get back out there.”
They paddled out and spent the next two hours conquering huge waves and getting pummeled in between, then headed back to where Tyler was lounging.
Wolf staked his board in the sand. “That was awesome. The water was rough, but it was exhilarating. Thanks for inviting us.”
“Yeah,” Marshall agreed. “I had a great time.”
“I’m just glad you guys made it,” Harris said, a huge grin on his face. “I surf every day when we’re not on tour, but it’s ten times better with my buddies.”
“Beer?” Tyler held up two bottles of Corona. Ethan already had one in his hand.
“Where’d you get that?” Harris asked.
“In your fridge. I packed a cooler. I hope you don’t mind. I went back to the house to make a pitcher of margaritas and saw the refrigerator was stocked, so I brought refreshments for everyone. If you’d rather have a margarita, there’s plenty.” Tyler looked sharply at Wolf and narrowed his eyes. “None for you.”
Burn.Wolf deserved it, though, because of an inappropriate suggestion he made about a threesome when Ethan and Tyler first started dating. In his defense, he was wasted from said margaritas, and he apologized profusely the next day.
Any residual hostility over the incident quickly faded, and Tyler’s scowl transformed into a smile, and his voice resumed its usually bubbly pitch. “You looked hot out there on that surfboard,” he cooed up at Ethan.
“You mean I don’t always look hot?” Ethan teased.
“You lookedextrahot, rock star. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Look at some of the photos I took on my phone. I can’t believe how good they came out.” Tyler stood up and leaned into Ethan as he scrolled through them, adding narrative to each one. “Look at your quads in this one. Someone’s been workingout. The balance displayed in this one makes it look like you’re levitating. Oopsie! I caught this one as you went under.Oooh, look. Mr. Muscles is flexing his big guns.” Tyler turned the phone around and showed Marshall a picture of him on the board with his arms up and bent at the elbows, which made him look as if he were posing like a body builder.
“Did you get any of me?” Harris asked.
“Of course.” Tyler scrolled through more photos and then turned the phone around. “Here’s a great one of you and Wolfie.”
Wolf leaned in to take a look, but Harris grabbed the phone to inspect it more closely. “Wow. That’s awesome.”
“There’s a few more if you swipe through them. Forward,” Tyler clarified. “Don’t start swiping back or you may see some things you can’t unsee.” He waggled his brows at Harris, who looked ashen at the possibility of naked photos on display.
