Page 53 of Unfinished Summer

“Yes. I want you to put your cock inside me and fuck me until I can’t think anymore.” I stare at his ocean eyes, wanting to feel something other than what’s squeezing my heart.

My arms brace on his shoulders as he works the buckle of his belt and his jeans. And to my relief, he does what I ask.

He shuffles closer to me, using the wall to his advantage, and shoves inside me. It’s forceful and desperate, and it turns me on more than I want to admit. My jaw clenches tight as he seats himself before his hands return to my thighs, and he rams his hips forward.

Over and over.

Each jolt builds my release and takes me out of my mind with lust. His fingers dig into my flesh, and the edge of pain only brings me closer to release.

“Keep fucking me,” I pant.

He does, his own need clear in his grunts as he works to fuck me harder.

My stomach drops, my nerves vibrate, and my body claws for more.

My eyes squeeze tight so I can’t look into his as he tips me over and slams through my climax. Silent screams ring in my head as my heart pounds in my chest.

He stills, pinning me harshly as he comes.

Shit.

I avoid his eyes as he takes a minute, and the need to escape builds. I push at his shoulders, and he lets me slide down. My breathing is ragged, and the oblivion I was hoping for is forgotten, as all the other emotions race back like nothing’s changed.

He rests his head against mine, but I turn away.

“I hate you.” I’m not even sure I believe those words anymore, but I’m still so angry they slip from my lips.

“Well, too bad, I could never hate you.” He sweeps the hair from my face and makes sure I’m looking right at him as if he’s trying to make a vow.

I knock his hand away, my body already clinging to the comfort he’s so quick to provide, but my mind won’t give in. “I gave you my virginity. You wrote a couple of postcards, and that’s it. It wasn’t any more than that.” It’s like I’m forcing something into a box that won’t fit.

“It was more than that for me. And I think you believe that, too. You’d never hate me as much as you say you do if that wasn’t the case.”

“No. I knew we’d have to say goodbye, and it hurt. It hurt like hell. But the hate for you came from what happenedafter.” The admission tears down the last of my armour, and I panic. My eyes widen, and I see the confusion in his.

“What? What do you mean? What happened after, Zee?” It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say anything more. Instead, I push past and leave in a rush. “What happened after?” he calls again.

CHAPTER19

JAYCE

Then

Finnan hadn’t been lying to me. The waves at Mavericks were out of this world and totally terrifying. I was a kid from the UK, and the guys here, well, they’d been surfing for years, had travelled the world to ride these waves, and I was out of my depth.

But that feeling only lasted a few days.

“Come on, Baby Surfer. We’ve got you. One step at a time. You’ve got the skills, but you need to train to tackle some of the big stuff.”

“Train. Okay. Like what, the gym?”

Finnan looks at a couple of the others who’ve travelled with us. “We train in the sea. If you get smashed by one of those waves, you need to be able to hold your breath, and your body needs to take the pounding without panicking. So, we’re going to train underwater.”

I give him a worried glance. “Underwater?”

“Yep. Build some strength in those arms of yours and your lungs. Get you accustomed to being under.” I nod like it’s nothing, but my heartbeat tells me otherwise. “Trust me. We’re here for a few weeks. We’ll get you ready. You’re not going to ride the monsters just yet. Just the ones to get you noticed.”

“Noticed?”

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