Page 16 of The Surfer

I see his legs and the long scars on each one. I know immediately they are the ones from his surfing accident. The accident that led to him losing his lifestyle, the accident that led him to not surf again, that led to his breakup, that led to him lazing around town getting high and fucking the nearest pussy.

The accident that led to me being in this house right here, right now.

“And you think just because you thought I’m at work gives you the right to walk around completely naked?” Sandy snidely replies to her brother. “Get some clothes on. We have a guest.”

Cove waves his hand towards me. “And who’s she?” he asks, still not breaking eye contact with me.

He’s talking about me like that? How rude.

Sandy also seems irritated by his arrogant question. “This is my best friend, Ripley Sailor. I’ve told you about her and how she’s staying with us for the next few months if you even remember.”

I don’t like being talked about as if I’m not in the room, so I offer my hand out to the surfer boy for a handshake.

“I’m Ripley,” I say. “Nice to meet you, Cove.”

He doesn’t bother retreating into his room to put on some clothes before he introduces himself, instead, he takes a few steps forward so that we are so close our faces can touch if I lean just slightly forward. We are so close I can see the drops of sweat on his neck. We’re so close I can take in his smell, a pure, natural manly scent. Somehow, I can sense he’s just had sex; he has that fresh warm lazy vibe around him. I can tell he’s just had sex and has really enjoyed it. That makes me shiver with trepidation. Here’s a man who gets what he wants. His body is so warm I can feel it from where I am. He’s a great big muscular hunk standing over me. He’s completely naked in front of some strange girl and he doesn’t care one bit.

This is some kind of power play.

Who the fuck is this guy?

I try to maintain eye contact and not divert my attention down to the massive cock hanging between his legs. It’s pretty tempting to do, but I remain composed. I really want another sneak peek at the cock, though. He’s pretty irresistible.

No, stop it.

I’m going to be cool and collected. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his immense member, I just have the sneaking suspicion he’d like it if I do.

The guy is being rude and I’m not going to give him any satisfaction of glancing at his cock, big though it is.

Standing so close that we are nearly touching, Cove takes a quick glance at my outstretched hand and then back to me.

His full, kissable lips curl in a sneer as he takes me in. He scans my body up and down with his bright blue eyes.

He doesn’t shake my hand.

“Hello, Ripley,” he whispers. I feel like It’s a threat somehow like he’s trying to intimidate me. And, yeah, it’s working. I’m pretty intimidated by this naked six-foot-one muscular hunk standing over me. “You’re American?”

I’m uncomfortable with his close proximity, but I decide to hide it. No way am I gonna let this arrogant dick with the massive dick sense any kind of weakness in me, I’m gonna fight fire with fire.

“I am American,” I reply forcefully. “You have a problem with that?”

“Depends on how much of a problem you are.”

“I’m not a problem,” I stutter, his strong gaze unnerving me. Cove chuckles quietly.

What an asshole.

“So, she’s your new spy on me, then?” he asks his sister, still glaring at me with his piercing eyes. God, I’m melting under his glare, both in anger and desire. “She’s interesting, this American girl.”

Wait, hold on.

American girl?

Is that all I am to him? Some Yank? Some stupid American?

The way he says it, the way he savors the words. He’s trying to play with my head, he wants to bully me, he wants to make me feel small.

Good luck with that, Cove Finn.