Rule, page 12
“Alex? Are you there, Alex?” Jordan’s voice comes in loud over the phone.
Slowly, I remove my fingers to take it from her stiff hands and press End. Her head rolls back as she blinks at me. The phone rings again, but I’m done with him, turning it on sleep mode and tossing it on my kitchen island.
“Kneel.” I back up, allowing her to obediently slide to her knees as I unbutton my own jeans and jerk my angry cock out. My mind goes to all the ways I’m going to corrupt her. But first things first. I reach for the back of her head, holding her hair tight.
“Who owns your cunt?” I demand.
She blinks up at me and licks her lips like a cat needing her milk. I hope she’s ready because she’s gonna get a lot of it.
“You do,” she states.
“That’s right.” I bring her head forward, shoving just the tip in her mouth. Her lips wrap around it, and she sucks.
“Jesus… fuck, just like that,” I growl, then shove my thick member in as far as she can take it.
She instantly gags, and I’m barely halfway in.
“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat,” I command her, moving her head back and forth.
She gags but does what I say, her saliva dripping down her chin and onto my hard balls.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.” I jerk her lips off me and hold her head while I jack myself off. My hand slides up and down easily, hard and fast, as she watches.
“Open your mouth,” I grunt, feeling the ecstasy all the way to my toes as I let go, shooting my seed into her mouth and on her face, marking her as mine.
“Jesus Christ.” My hand tightens on my cock as I look down at her. My cum drips off her lips, neck, and cheeks, and for some fucked-up reason, my heart tightens.
Dangerous, this one is dangerous… I’ve never wanted anything like I want her.
“Let’s take a shower,” I say, locking that thought out of my head.
She’s forbidden.
It’s an adrenaline rush—that’s all this is.
ALEXANDREA
I smell coffee… and tapping. Is it raining? I’m so comfortable, so warm, and…
“You ever gonna wake up?” Brett’s voice makes my eyes bolt open. I thought I was dreaming.
“What time is it?” My voice trails off as my heart skips a beat. Somehow, Brett Powers is still in bed with me, shirtless and propped up with pillows behind his back, typing on his laptop in gray sweatpants and black-rimmed glasses.
Glasses.
Just kill me now because he’s so beautiful it almost hurts to breathe.
“Early.” He smiles and brings the mug of coffee to his lips, his dimple showing off before he takes a sip.
And I just stare like a creeper, not even sure I’m blinking since my eyes are watering.
I’m in over my head. Like I’m playing with fire, and I can only hope I get slightly burned and not completely singed when he deems this encounter is over.
Clearing my throat, I force my eyes to break away, to stop what I can only imagine looks like obvious adoration, and sit up, bringing the sheet with me. I look out the window at the waves gently rolling in.
“Your coffee is on your side.”
My eyes dart back to him, and I wonder how he got so lucky. He’s perfect. I can’t think of one thing I don’t like about him.
“What?”
He grins again and motions with his head. “Coffee.”
“Oh.” And here goes my face heating up as I straighten more. “Thank you.” God, Alex, can you at least try to act like you have a brain?
“You ready to learn to surf?”
“Sure.” I reach for my matching mug of coffee on the nightstand. Glancing out his window, I find the sun isn’t fully out yet.
“Wait. Now?” I try not to spill the coffee as I look at him.
“Alex, if I stay in bed any longer, I’m gonna fuck you, and after last night, your cunt needs a break.”
My cheeks grow warmer. He’s so dirty, just full-on filthy, that I instantly feel achy and wet. But he’s right. I’m so sore, like not just my poor vagina, which has its own pulse, but my legs and arms. Having sex with Dean Powers is a serious workout.
Nodding, I take a sip of coffee and try to cover up my emotions because I feel so raw, like none of this feels casual.
“Alex?” He reaches for the mug, which I’m gripping like it has a magical potion inside. “What’s going on?”
Worried I’ll spill coffee all over his white sheets, I let him have the mug.
“It’s nothing…” I look away because… those glasses… great, now I feel shy.
“Look at me.”
I hear him set down the mug, then he pulls me against his warm body, and I bury my face in his neck.
“I can’t,” I mumble, inhaling his scent, needing to memorize it. Lock it inside my brain so I can carry it with me forever. This is ridiculous. I’m literally hiding my head in his neck.
“What is it?” He laughs, and I take another deep breath. He smells so clean and fresh, like an ocean breeze next to a spice market.
“I… didn’t know you wore glasses,” I babble. Really, Alex? Glasses? That’s what you say?
“I need them when I work. Otherwise, I get eye fatigue.” He kisses my forehead.
Shifting, I stare at the erection straining against his sweats as he stands.
“Alex, focus.” His voice makes me force myself to leave his cock and look him in the eyes. “Bathing suit.” He tosses it next to me as my mind instantly goes to that day. I want to cover my face with the sheet because what was I thinking? I don’t steal or cheat, but I did. And what’s worse, I loved it, and somehow, Brett knew that.
“And here’s your wetsuit.”
I blink, coming back to the present as he pulls off his sweats. Jesus, he really does have a giant dick. No wonder my pussy is pulsing. He grins because he knows it and pulls on some black board shorts.
“Up, Alex. I’ll fuck you later.”
And those are the magic words. I’m ready to start singing I’m so happy.
“Give me five minutes,” I say, tossing the sheets off me as all thoughts of singing vanish when I try to walk straight. My legs are shaking so much I almost scream.
His lips twitch as I pass. “You need help.” Then he throws back his head to laugh as I give him the stink-eye.
“The ocean will be good for you,” he calls out as I shut the bathroom door and sink down onto his toilet seat.
“How am I going to surf?” I can barely pull on the bikini bottoms. I need to stretch. Maybe take a quick shower?
“Baby Girl.” His voice goes straight to my stomach, causing butterflies. Everything about Brett is hot, but his voice calling me Baby Girl? Well, I’m back to wanting to burst out in song again.
“Careful, Alex.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I blow out air. “Guard your heart.” I nod, then tie the top because this is a critical time right now. I cannot fall for this man. He’s my dean. And he’s not going to give up his career for you, and you’re not gonna drop out of college… so enjoy the sex, the excitement of everything that he is, but do not fall in love with him. Straightening my shoulders, I give my reflection one last look, like that’s gonna make a difference, but at least I feel more in control when I open the door.
“Wetsuit.” He stands while texting on his phone. When he glances up at me, I can tell he likes the bikini. His eyes go from a turquoise blue to a deep ocean blue when he gets excited.
“Thanks.” I grab the wetsuit and step into it, trying to look unaffected as I feel his eyes on my body.
“Jesus.” It’s way tighter than I thought. As I zip it up, my breasts almost pop out of the bikini.
“Now. There are rules to surfing.” Brett tosses his phone onto his dresser. “You need to stay quiet, watch, and listen.” His voice is sharp.
“Aye-aye.” I go to salute him but stop midway at the intensity in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” He frowns as he peruses me from top to bottom.
I look down at my legs, which are bare since this wetsuit is a spring suit. Everything seems right even though I’m stuffed into this thing, and it feels like a thick layer of extra skin.
He takes my hand, and my eyes feast on his broad back. He’s tan with a sprinkle of freckles on his shoulders. My tongue tingles at the thought of licking them.
“Alex? What did I just say?” His voice snaps me out of my fascination with his tan back and up to his disapproving face.
“Um, I need to focus.” Please let that be right.
“Wrong.” His voice sounds sharp and disapproving.
We walk through the outside door and down the steps to the beach. The sand is slightly cool on my feet, the sun just now burning through the morning haze. For a moment, I’m jealous. This whole glorious landscape is his backyard.
“Take your board.” He hands me the giant board, which is way heavier than it looks.
“This is not a joke, Alexandrea. We don’t fuck with Mother Nature.” He puts his board under his arm and walks toward the water.
“What does that mean?” I ask, dragging mine.
“That this is not a joke. We respect the waves. Besides sex, surfing is one of life’s most powerful experiences.” He looks out at the ocean. “How well can you swim?”
“Well.” I look out at the waves and shiver because they looked way smaller a minute ago.
“Drop your board.” He sets his down, and I happily let go of my giant one. “Now, Curtis already waxed yours, but next time, you’ll do it.” And there goes my heart again, leaping to my throat because he said next time.
With a gasp, I breathe out, “Okay.”
He looks down at me, his hair curling a little around his ears, but I try to ignore it and make myself focus.
“The waves are small today. All I want you to do is get a feel for your board. It needs to be one with you. It’s all about balance.” I nod.
“Question?” I say, raising my hand.
He cocks his head and grins. “Yes, Alexandrea?”
“Why is my board giant-sized?”
“Because you should know bigger always feels better.” His ocean-blue eyes twinkle.
“You said to be serious.” I laugh as he reaches for me.
“I did,” he responds. “I take surfing and all things that are dangerous for you very seriously.”
He leans down and brushes my lips with his as I stand on my tiptoes, giving him more access to me. Instead, he swats my ass. I squeal.
“That’s for distracting me. Now, lie on your board, and let’s get the basics down, so you can go in the water later,” he says.
“Wait. You bragged that you were the best instructor. I want to learn how to surf today. Now, teach me.” I look down at the board. Sand sticks to the wax, already covering the humongous thing.
“As you wish. Lie on it.”
“Like this?” I lower myself, resting my elbows on the top.
“Christ.”
My eyes meet his. I smile at the sight of his nostrils flaring and his eyes caressing my ass.
“Farther down.” I squirm until he hisses, “Stop.” Then take a breath as he crouches down, his hand on my lower back.
“Lean up.”
“How’s this?” When I arch up, our eyes lock.
“Yeah, just like that, baby.” Nodding, he stands and moves in front on me. “When I say pop, I want you to use your upper body strength and your core to bring your legs under you. Don’t use your toes.”
“’Kay. Good thing I do yoga.” I grin, loving every second of this.
“You’re also limber and thin.” He walks around me and straightens my body. “I want you to launch forward. Now, pop.” And it’s like my brain is in sync with his as I obey and miraculously get up on my feet.
“Oh my God, I did it,” I shout. Looking at him, I promptly fall off onto the sand.
Brett stands, arms crossed as he watches me. And this time, I do stop breathing. I stop doing anything but stare as my body floods with liquid warmth.
“Good girl.” It’s real, and my insides light up. This man might be dangerous, and I might be in over my head, but having him look at me like this? I never want it to end.
“Again,” he demands. “And this time, plant your feet like this.” He walks to me and grabs my hips. “Look straight ahead. This foot lands here, and this one here.” His hands trail down my legs as I suck in a breath. Does he feel this? Is it just me burning at his touch?
“You feel it?” My eyes zip to his, and I wonder if I just said my thoughts out loud.
“Do you?” Planting his hands back on his hips, he growls into my ear.
“Yes.” I lick my lips, knowing he’s probably talking about my feet placement and balance, but all I can feel is this thick, magnetic pull between us.
“Good. Now lie down.” He steps back as I lower myself. “That’s it, Alex. You’re a natural.”
I smile at his praise.
“Now, pop.” And like before, I swing forward, landing on my feet, but I stay on the board this time.
“This is easy, Dean Powers. What else have you got for me?” I squeal and laugh as he grabs me and lifts me like I’m a weight he’s working out with.
“You might not be thinking that in two hours.” He grins as I wrap my legs around his hips.
My hands lace into his curls. He holds me tight, and his full lips take mine, our tongues touching and tasting enough to make me groan before he pulls away.
“Again.”
Three hours later, I’ve decided that not only is surfing quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever attempted, but I want to kill Brett Powers.
“No more.” Exhausted, I drag myself out of the ocean. It’s like my board decided about an hour ago to turn on me and become my enemy.
The ocean, which at first was refreshing, seems determined to make sure I swallow enough so if I don’t puke soon it’ll be a miracle.
And Brett…
Fucking Brett is relentless. He didn’t even allow me to try catching a wave. We’ve been practicing my balance this whole time.
I unzip the wetsuit, peeling it off me, then drop down onto the sand, not even caring that I don’t have a towel.
“Alex, come on.” He holds his hand out to me. I take it, moaning as he pulls me up.
“Rinse off at my outdoor shower while I get our boards.”
I nod. Washing the salt water and sand off me has incentivized me to put one foot in front of the other. I close my eyes as the warm water rains down on me, gasping as strong hands wrap around me, pulling me back into his warm chest, the sun’s heat transferring from his back to mine.
“Let’s go take a real shower. I’ll rub some CBD oil on you, and we can order Chinese food.” He kisses my earlobe, and I tilt my head back onto his chest and sigh.
“I’d like that.” Smiling up at him, I’m too exhausted to pretend anything but the truth.
After he turns off the water, we silently climb the stairs together. As we enter, a phone rings. My mind instantly goes to Jordan and yesterday.
Filthy, nasty, and fearless.
Poor Jordan. I can only pray he bought my lie that I wasn’t feeling well, though maybe he’ll think I’ve lost my mind. I mean, that’s what I’d think if I had heard me yesterday.
Brett walks over to his kitchen island and glances at his phone before he moves to his refrigerator.
“Here, babe, drink some water and take a couple of Advil.”
He pours me a glass and hands me some pills. Our fingers touch, and I slowly look up into his ocean-blue eyes.
“Thank you.” I smile.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles back, his eyes caressing my face.
“Go take a shower. I need to return some calls.” He pulls back and walks over to his phone.
Trying to steady myself, I take a deep breath. This man makes me dizzy. It’s like I’m in a constant whirl of the unknown, and I never want it to end.
BRETT
I scroll through a slew of texts, forcing myself to focus enough to actually look at them. My cock and my head seem to want only Alexandrea. Her face, delicious body, sugared lips, and sweet-tasting pussy have taken priority over everything else.
I’m about to toss my phone aside and join her in the shower since most of these texts and missed calls are from Skylar. My jaw clenches as I read the last message, which came in at ten o’clock this morning.
SKYLAR: Can I come over and talk?
It’s followed by a stupid wink emoji.
She’s going to be a problem. Not that I care what she says about me. But I do care how she treats Alexandrea. It’s a headache I don’t need. Skylar knows I’m done, but if I’m not careful, she could become desperate enough to do something all of us will regret. Whatever, I’ll deal with her later. Frowning, I read my mom’s texts.
MOM: Don’t forget, honey.
MOM: It’s 3:00 p.m. Call me.
I press her number, looking out my window as I try not to grin like a fucking teenager at the sound of Alexandrea singing in the shower.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?” I look over at the clock hanging above my stove.
“Oh, Brett, honey, I was going to have you pick up some of that whiskey you and your dad and brother like, but Jett is bringing it.” She sounds busy, like she’s holding the phone with her shoulder because I can barely hear her.
“Mom, what are you talking about? And I can barely hear you.”
“Oh, wait. Okay, is that better?” Her voice comes in clear.
“Yes, much.” I grin. My mom is one of my favorite people. At sixty-eight, she might be in better shape than me.
“Now, what’s up?” I ask her, hearing the shower turn off.
“What do you mean? Oh, you can put those flowers on the dining room table,” she says to someone. “Are you on your way?”
“Mom, just stop moving and talking to other people and tell me what’s happening.” I roll my neck, hearing it crack.
“What do you mean? Tell me you’re on your way and did not forget dinner. Jett and Raven are almost here.” Her voice instantly sounds concerned. I search my brain and have zero recollection about any dinner.
Slowly, I remove my fingers to take it from her stiff hands and press End. Her head rolls back as she blinks at me. The phone rings again, but I’m done with him, turning it on sleep mode and tossing it on my kitchen island.
“Kneel.” I back up, allowing her to obediently slide to her knees as I unbutton my own jeans and jerk my angry cock out. My mind goes to all the ways I’m going to corrupt her. But first things first. I reach for the back of her head, holding her hair tight.
“Who owns your cunt?” I demand.
She blinks up at me and licks her lips like a cat needing her milk. I hope she’s ready because she’s gonna get a lot of it.
“You do,” she states.
“That’s right.” I bring her head forward, shoving just the tip in her mouth. Her lips wrap around it, and she sucks.
“Jesus… fuck, just like that,” I growl, then shove my thick member in as far as she can take it.
She instantly gags, and I’m barely halfway in.
“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat,” I command her, moving her head back and forth.
She gags but does what I say, her saliva dripping down her chin and onto my hard balls.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.” I jerk her lips off me and hold her head while I jack myself off. My hand slides up and down easily, hard and fast, as she watches.
“Open your mouth,” I grunt, feeling the ecstasy all the way to my toes as I let go, shooting my seed into her mouth and on her face, marking her as mine.
“Jesus Christ.” My hand tightens on my cock as I look down at her. My cum drips off her lips, neck, and cheeks, and for some fucked-up reason, my heart tightens.
Dangerous, this one is dangerous… I’ve never wanted anything like I want her.
“Let’s take a shower,” I say, locking that thought out of my head.
She’s forbidden.
It’s an adrenaline rush—that’s all this is.
ALEXANDREA
I smell coffee… and tapping. Is it raining? I’m so comfortable, so warm, and…
“You ever gonna wake up?” Brett’s voice makes my eyes bolt open. I thought I was dreaming.
“What time is it?” My voice trails off as my heart skips a beat. Somehow, Brett Powers is still in bed with me, shirtless and propped up with pillows behind his back, typing on his laptop in gray sweatpants and black-rimmed glasses.
Glasses.
Just kill me now because he’s so beautiful it almost hurts to breathe.
“Early.” He smiles and brings the mug of coffee to his lips, his dimple showing off before he takes a sip.
And I just stare like a creeper, not even sure I’m blinking since my eyes are watering.
I’m in over my head. Like I’m playing with fire, and I can only hope I get slightly burned and not completely singed when he deems this encounter is over.
Clearing my throat, I force my eyes to break away, to stop what I can only imagine looks like obvious adoration, and sit up, bringing the sheet with me. I look out the window at the waves gently rolling in.
“Your coffee is on your side.”
My eyes dart back to him, and I wonder how he got so lucky. He’s perfect. I can’t think of one thing I don’t like about him.
“What?”
He grins again and motions with his head. “Coffee.”
“Oh.” And here goes my face heating up as I straighten more. “Thank you.” God, Alex, can you at least try to act like you have a brain?
“You ready to learn to surf?”
“Sure.” I reach for my matching mug of coffee on the nightstand. Glancing out his window, I find the sun isn’t fully out yet.
“Wait. Now?” I try not to spill the coffee as I look at him.
“Alex, if I stay in bed any longer, I’m gonna fuck you, and after last night, your cunt needs a break.”
My cheeks grow warmer. He’s so dirty, just full-on filthy, that I instantly feel achy and wet. But he’s right. I’m so sore, like not just my poor vagina, which has its own pulse, but my legs and arms. Having sex with Dean Powers is a serious workout.
Nodding, I take a sip of coffee and try to cover up my emotions because I feel so raw, like none of this feels casual.
“Alex?” He reaches for the mug, which I’m gripping like it has a magical potion inside. “What’s going on?”
Worried I’ll spill coffee all over his white sheets, I let him have the mug.
“It’s nothing…” I look away because… those glasses… great, now I feel shy.
“Look at me.”
I hear him set down the mug, then he pulls me against his warm body, and I bury my face in his neck.
“I can’t,” I mumble, inhaling his scent, needing to memorize it. Lock it inside my brain so I can carry it with me forever. This is ridiculous. I’m literally hiding my head in his neck.
“What is it?” He laughs, and I take another deep breath. He smells so clean and fresh, like an ocean breeze next to a spice market.
“I… didn’t know you wore glasses,” I babble. Really, Alex? Glasses? That’s what you say?
“I need them when I work. Otherwise, I get eye fatigue.” He kisses my forehead.
Shifting, I stare at the erection straining against his sweats as he stands.
“Alex, focus.” His voice makes me force myself to leave his cock and look him in the eyes. “Bathing suit.” He tosses it next to me as my mind instantly goes to that day. I want to cover my face with the sheet because what was I thinking? I don’t steal or cheat, but I did. And what’s worse, I loved it, and somehow, Brett knew that.
“And here’s your wetsuit.”
I blink, coming back to the present as he pulls off his sweats. Jesus, he really does have a giant dick. No wonder my pussy is pulsing. He grins because he knows it and pulls on some black board shorts.
“Up, Alex. I’ll fuck you later.”
And those are the magic words. I’m ready to start singing I’m so happy.
“Give me five minutes,” I say, tossing the sheets off me as all thoughts of singing vanish when I try to walk straight. My legs are shaking so much I almost scream.
His lips twitch as I pass. “You need help.” Then he throws back his head to laugh as I give him the stink-eye.
“The ocean will be good for you,” he calls out as I shut the bathroom door and sink down onto his toilet seat.
“How am I going to surf?” I can barely pull on the bikini bottoms. I need to stretch. Maybe take a quick shower?
“Baby Girl.” His voice goes straight to my stomach, causing butterflies. Everything about Brett is hot, but his voice calling me Baby Girl? Well, I’m back to wanting to burst out in song again.
“Careful, Alex.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I blow out air. “Guard your heart.” I nod, then tie the top because this is a critical time right now. I cannot fall for this man. He’s my dean. And he’s not going to give up his career for you, and you’re not gonna drop out of college… so enjoy the sex, the excitement of everything that he is, but do not fall in love with him. Straightening my shoulders, I give my reflection one last look, like that’s gonna make a difference, but at least I feel more in control when I open the door.
“Wetsuit.” He stands while texting on his phone. When he glances up at me, I can tell he likes the bikini. His eyes go from a turquoise blue to a deep ocean blue when he gets excited.
“Thanks.” I grab the wetsuit and step into it, trying to look unaffected as I feel his eyes on my body.
“Jesus.” It’s way tighter than I thought. As I zip it up, my breasts almost pop out of the bikini.
“Now. There are rules to surfing.” Brett tosses his phone onto his dresser. “You need to stay quiet, watch, and listen.” His voice is sharp.
“Aye-aye.” I go to salute him but stop midway at the intensity in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” He frowns as he peruses me from top to bottom.
I look down at my legs, which are bare since this wetsuit is a spring suit. Everything seems right even though I’m stuffed into this thing, and it feels like a thick layer of extra skin.
He takes my hand, and my eyes feast on his broad back. He’s tan with a sprinkle of freckles on his shoulders. My tongue tingles at the thought of licking them.
“Alex? What did I just say?” His voice snaps me out of my fascination with his tan back and up to his disapproving face.
“Um, I need to focus.” Please let that be right.
“Wrong.” His voice sounds sharp and disapproving.
We walk through the outside door and down the steps to the beach. The sand is slightly cool on my feet, the sun just now burning through the morning haze. For a moment, I’m jealous. This whole glorious landscape is his backyard.
“Take your board.” He hands me the giant board, which is way heavier than it looks.
“This is not a joke, Alexandrea. We don’t fuck with Mother Nature.” He puts his board under his arm and walks toward the water.
“What does that mean?” I ask, dragging mine.
“That this is not a joke. We respect the waves. Besides sex, surfing is one of life’s most powerful experiences.” He looks out at the ocean. “How well can you swim?”
“Well.” I look out at the waves and shiver because they looked way smaller a minute ago.
“Drop your board.” He sets his down, and I happily let go of my giant one. “Now, Curtis already waxed yours, but next time, you’ll do it.” And there goes my heart again, leaping to my throat because he said next time.
With a gasp, I breathe out, “Okay.”
He looks down at me, his hair curling a little around his ears, but I try to ignore it and make myself focus.
“The waves are small today. All I want you to do is get a feel for your board. It needs to be one with you. It’s all about balance.” I nod.
“Question?” I say, raising my hand.
He cocks his head and grins. “Yes, Alexandrea?”
“Why is my board giant-sized?”
“Because you should know bigger always feels better.” His ocean-blue eyes twinkle.
“You said to be serious.” I laugh as he reaches for me.
“I did,” he responds. “I take surfing and all things that are dangerous for you very seriously.”
He leans down and brushes my lips with his as I stand on my tiptoes, giving him more access to me. Instead, he swats my ass. I squeal.
“That’s for distracting me. Now, lie on your board, and let’s get the basics down, so you can go in the water later,” he says.
“Wait. You bragged that you were the best instructor. I want to learn how to surf today. Now, teach me.” I look down at the board. Sand sticks to the wax, already covering the humongous thing.
“As you wish. Lie on it.”
“Like this?” I lower myself, resting my elbows on the top.
“Christ.”
My eyes meet his. I smile at the sight of his nostrils flaring and his eyes caressing my ass.
“Farther down.” I squirm until he hisses, “Stop.” Then take a breath as he crouches down, his hand on my lower back.
“Lean up.”
“How’s this?” When I arch up, our eyes lock.
“Yeah, just like that, baby.” Nodding, he stands and moves in front on me. “When I say pop, I want you to use your upper body strength and your core to bring your legs under you. Don’t use your toes.”
“’Kay. Good thing I do yoga.” I grin, loving every second of this.
“You’re also limber and thin.” He walks around me and straightens my body. “I want you to launch forward. Now, pop.” And it’s like my brain is in sync with his as I obey and miraculously get up on my feet.
“Oh my God, I did it,” I shout. Looking at him, I promptly fall off onto the sand.
Brett stands, arms crossed as he watches me. And this time, I do stop breathing. I stop doing anything but stare as my body floods with liquid warmth.
“Good girl.” It’s real, and my insides light up. This man might be dangerous, and I might be in over my head, but having him look at me like this? I never want it to end.
“Again,” he demands. “And this time, plant your feet like this.” He walks to me and grabs my hips. “Look straight ahead. This foot lands here, and this one here.” His hands trail down my legs as I suck in a breath. Does he feel this? Is it just me burning at his touch?
“You feel it?” My eyes zip to his, and I wonder if I just said my thoughts out loud.
“Do you?” Planting his hands back on his hips, he growls into my ear.
“Yes.” I lick my lips, knowing he’s probably talking about my feet placement and balance, but all I can feel is this thick, magnetic pull between us.
“Good. Now lie down.” He steps back as I lower myself. “That’s it, Alex. You’re a natural.”
I smile at his praise.
“Now, pop.” And like before, I swing forward, landing on my feet, but I stay on the board this time.
“This is easy, Dean Powers. What else have you got for me?” I squeal and laugh as he grabs me and lifts me like I’m a weight he’s working out with.
“You might not be thinking that in two hours.” He grins as I wrap my legs around his hips.
My hands lace into his curls. He holds me tight, and his full lips take mine, our tongues touching and tasting enough to make me groan before he pulls away.
“Again.”
Three hours later, I’ve decided that not only is surfing quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever attempted, but I want to kill Brett Powers.
“No more.” Exhausted, I drag myself out of the ocean. It’s like my board decided about an hour ago to turn on me and become my enemy.
The ocean, which at first was refreshing, seems determined to make sure I swallow enough so if I don’t puke soon it’ll be a miracle.
And Brett…
Fucking Brett is relentless. He didn’t even allow me to try catching a wave. We’ve been practicing my balance this whole time.
I unzip the wetsuit, peeling it off me, then drop down onto the sand, not even caring that I don’t have a towel.
“Alex, come on.” He holds his hand out to me. I take it, moaning as he pulls me up.
“Rinse off at my outdoor shower while I get our boards.”
I nod. Washing the salt water and sand off me has incentivized me to put one foot in front of the other. I close my eyes as the warm water rains down on me, gasping as strong hands wrap around me, pulling me back into his warm chest, the sun’s heat transferring from his back to mine.
“Let’s go take a real shower. I’ll rub some CBD oil on you, and we can order Chinese food.” He kisses my earlobe, and I tilt my head back onto his chest and sigh.
“I’d like that.” Smiling up at him, I’m too exhausted to pretend anything but the truth.
After he turns off the water, we silently climb the stairs together. As we enter, a phone rings. My mind instantly goes to Jordan and yesterday.
Filthy, nasty, and fearless.
Poor Jordan. I can only pray he bought my lie that I wasn’t feeling well, though maybe he’ll think I’ve lost my mind. I mean, that’s what I’d think if I had heard me yesterday.
Brett walks over to his kitchen island and glances at his phone before he moves to his refrigerator.
“Here, babe, drink some water and take a couple of Advil.”
He pours me a glass and hands me some pills. Our fingers touch, and I slowly look up into his ocean-blue eyes.
“Thank you.” I smile.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles back, his eyes caressing my face.
“Go take a shower. I need to return some calls.” He pulls back and walks over to his phone.
Trying to steady myself, I take a deep breath. This man makes me dizzy. It’s like I’m in a constant whirl of the unknown, and I never want it to end.
BRETT
I scroll through a slew of texts, forcing myself to focus enough to actually look at them. My cock and my head seem to want only Alexandrea. Her face, delicious body, sugared lips, and sweet-tasting pussy have taken priority over everything else.
I’m about to toss my phone aside and join her in the shower since most of these texts and missed calls are from Skylar. My jaw clenches as I read the last message, which came in at ten o’clock this morning.
SKYLAR: Can I come over and talk?
It’s followed by a stupid wink emoji.
She’s going to be a problem. Not that I care what she says about me. But I do care how she treats Alexandrea. It’s a headache I don’t need. Skylar knows I’m done, but if I’m not careful, she could become desperate enough to do something all of us will regret. Whatever, I’ll deal with her later. Frowning, I read my mom’s texts.
MOM: Don’t forget, honey.
MOM: It’s 3:00 p.m. Call me.
I press her number, looking out my window as I try not to grin like a fucking teenager at the sound of Alexandrea singing in the shower.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?” I look over at the clock hanging above my stove.
“Oh, Brett, honey, I was going to have you pick up some of that whiskey you and your dad and brother like, but Jett is bringing it.” She sounds busy, like she’s holding the phone with her shoulder because I can barely hear her.
“Mom, what are you talking about? And I can barely hear you.”
“Oh, wait. Okay, is that better?” Her voice comes in clear.
“Yes, much.” I grin. My mom is one of my favorite people. At sixty-eight, she might be in better shape than me.
“Now, what’s up?” I ask her, hearing the shower turn off.
“What do you mean? Oh, you can put those flowers on the dining room table,” she says to someone. “Are you on your way?”
“Mom, just stop moving and talking to other people and tell me what’s happening.” I roll my neck, hearing it crack.
“What do you mean? Tell me you’re on your way and did not forget dinner. Jett and Raven are almost here.” Her voice instantly sounds concerned. I search my brain and have zero recollection about any dinner.
