Page 43 of The Surfer

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RIPLEY

I knockon Cove’s door.

Almost immediately, he opens it. Wearing just his board shorts, showing off his impressive set of abs and ripped pecs, Cove leans against his doorframe and winks at me cockily. I don’t know how he can be so cool all the time, it’s so effortless.

Wow, he’s gorgeous.

“Oh, I’m ready, Ripley,” he says, flashing his perfect grin at me, and my body wants to collapse under the sheer intensity of his smile. He knows how to make me go weak at the knees with just one look.

“Just like every morning, huh?” I ask, punching his solid abs playfully. Cove doesn’t even flinch.

“Just like every morning,” he replies. He strolls past me towards the front door, picking up his car keys on the way out. I watch his toned ass pass me. The man’s built like Superman.

He’s a hunk.

“I’m driving today.”

“You always drive,” I say, pouting.

“Exactly. It’s my car.”

I skip up beside him as he opens my car door for me.

“Such a gentleman,” I say sarcastically. Cove rolls his eyes and sits in the driver’s seat.

“You’re in a playful mood today, Ripley Sailor. What’s got into you?”

“I’m just excited about the beach today, that’s all,” I reply. “Maybe I’ll stand up for the first time.”

“Maybe you finally will today. I mean, it’s only been two weeks.”

“Hey!” I giggle, slapping his knee next to mine. He’s teasing me and I kinda like it. “We all know you’re some wannabe beach god, but surfing doesn’t come as naturally to me as it does to you. Give an American girl a break.”

Despite my cheekiness, I feel myself blushing at Cove’s comment about my playfulness. I really am in a playful mood. Last night I dreamt of Cove, I dreamt of being in his bed and him wrapping his arms around me. In the dream, he was lying next to me completely naked. And then I woke up and my pussy was wet. I can’t get him out of my mind, and so seeing him in person just sets off some weird energy inside me I can’t stop.

And now, in the car, he’s sensed it and it’s making me blush.

Of course, I’ve been dreaming about Cove, of course, I have. How can’t I not be when we’ve been spending almost all our time over the last two weeks together. We’ve fallen into the same routine every single day. Every morning at seven I’ll go and knock at his door ready in Sandy’s old wetsuit, Cove will wake and get dressed into his revealing board shorts, then he’ll drive us to his secret beach where we spend all morning alone together. Him trying to teach me to surf and me trying not to fall off for the hundredth time. I haven’t been able to stand yet, but I’m working hardat it.

Yeah, give an American girl a break, especially when she has to look at this Adonis every day.

“So,” I ask Cove as he drives us out of Sandy’s driveway and onto the main road. “What’s the topic of discussion for today?”

“Hmm,” Cove relaxes his hands on the steering wheel and looks out the window. Trees and houses fly past us as we shoot down the road. He only likes driving at super-fast speeds. He doesn’t give a damn about the cops. “How about we talk about our favorite things?”

The two of us have gotten to know more and more about each other in our little car trips. Over time, and a hell of a lot of questions, I’m slowly able to break through Cove’s cold playboy exterior and am really getting to understand him. He’s starting to be willing to show me glimpses of who he really is underneath his bad-boy facade. It’s a struggle at first, the man knows how to joke and tease and avoid any serious discussion, but I’ve got to slowly wear him down car trip after car trip. I think it has something to do with my impeccable charm, but it’s probably more due to the fact I can be a real annoying little brat when I want to be. Whatever it is, it’s worked, and now Cove and I have a close familiarity I never expected us to have on that first day we met when he stood in front of me fully naked and didn’t shake my hand. We have a back-and-forth now that I’ve never really had with anyone else. We’re getting to know each other really, really well.

And I’m beginning to like him. Like, really, really like him.

I can’t ignore my feelings any longer. I’m starting to dream about him more often. It isn't just my physical reactions to his athletic and muscular body that are setting me off anymore, but the more I get to fully understand his personality and his real nature, the more I know I’m falling for him.

And I can’t help it.

We are the most unlikely of pairings but somehow – somehow - we just work together.

“Okay,” I say, turning to face Cove as he drives us towards his secret beach. “What favorite things do you want to talk about?”