She’s got this long, blond hair that’s so influenced by the sun that it has at least five different shades, like she’s spent hours at the salon. It’s got darker bits of her natural color, which is somewhat like a light brown, then it’s got a range from honey-blond to white-blond scattered throughout. It’s gorgeous. Her eyes are steely-gray, and against her suntanned skin it just takes your breath away. I envy her; she got hit with the good stick.
“I love Dante.” I sigh. “She’s amazing.”
Kelly looks at me, giving me a half-grin before turning his eyes to Keanu who, I shit you not, is scowling at the television. Uh-oh. Competition.
“She’s fuckin’ up herself,” he grunts.
“Calm down, big guy,” I say, trying to ease the mood. “She’s just a girl.”
“She ain’t just a girl,” Kelly says. “She’s a fucking champion surfer. She’s going to take Keanu out of his number one spot this year.”
“She is fuckin’ not,” Keanu growls, turning to glare at Kelly.
Kelly laughs and leans back, winking at me. Okay, what am I missing? The doorbell rings and I jump up quickly, rushing over. I collect the pizzas from the young, gangly boy and give him a little tip. He deserves it, poor kid.
I take the boxes into the kitchen and find some napkins. Kelly comes in and leans his hip against the counter.
“You need help?”
“To serve pizza?” I laugh. “No.”
He chuckles and lifts a box, groaning as he breathes it in.
“So, what’s with Keanu and Dante?” I ask, pulling out some glasses.
“You didn’t know?”
I shake my head, giving him a confused look. “No . . .”
“They’re like the ultimate competition for each other. Keanu despises Dante, and vice versa. She’s threatening to take him out of his place and he doesn’t like that. He doesn’t think a girl should be surfing, and his pride certainly doesn’t like that she could win. It wasn’t always like that though, from what I hear; the two went out once.”
“They did?” I gasp.
He nods. “Yup, but it didn’t end well. At least, that’s what I heard. You don’t even want to be in the same room as them now; they go at each other throats constantly. It’s fuckin’ annoying.”
“Why is he so threatened by her?”
Kelly shrugs. “Keanu is good at what he does. He’s the best male surfer in the country, but when it comes down to the overall championship he doesn’t want to be outdone by a girl, let alone a girl he fucked for six months.”
I scrunch up my nose. “Right.”
“Come on, enough about that. Let’s get some food in. I’m starving.”
I roll my eyes and help him carry everything out. I’m about to sit down when my phone chirps on the countertop. I rush over quickly, reading the message.
Nate – Come upstairs.
Huh? I turn to the guys and mumble, “Excuse me, I’ll be back in a second.”
They nod, but are too focused on the game to worry. I step into my room and gasp to see Nate, standing by my window. My heart stops beating as I take him in—God, I’ve missed him. I let my eyes drag down his body, taking in his boots, his faded denim jeans that hang on his hips, that tight black shirt that stretches across his chest and then those piercing eyes that take my breath away all over again. I rush forward, leaping on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
“How did you get in here?” I gasp, peppering little kisses over his cheeks.
“Climbed through the window. Fuck I missed you, Dancer.”
He walks us backwards, then he uses his boot to kick my bedroom door shut before pressing my back against it.
“What are you doing?” I whimper as his mouth finds my neck.
“Fucking my girl.”
“But they’re all downstairs, and . . .”
“Then baby,” he growls, tearing open my top, “you better not scream.”
Oh, God.
His lips crush down over mine and for a second I drown in him, unable to think of anything else, or even care that the guys are downstairs. All I can breathe, feel, see is Nate. He groans and deepens our kiss until our mouths are moving together in a frantic motion that has my blood pumping. My pussy clenches with need as he rocks me against his cock, causing the perfect amount of friction.
“We’re doin’ this hard and fast,” he murmurs into my ear. “I need inside you.”
I cry out in pleasure as he raises my skirt and slips his fingers beneath my panties. His fingers work over my clit, sliding down to gather my wetness before moving back up to taunt me once again.
“Nate,” I mewl. “Fuck, please.”
“So fuckin’ greedy for me, aren’t you, Dancer?”
“Yes.” I gasp. “Oh fucking yes.”
He reaches between us and takes hold of his jeans, bringing them down with one hard jerk. Then he takes hold of his cock and guides it inside me, filling me slowly. Oh . . . yes.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet around my dick,” he groans, sliding out before slamming back in.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
His hand comes up and clamps over my mouth as his hips continue to fuck me senseless, driving his cock in and out of my heat until I’m screaming behind his hand and hanging on the edge of my orgasm. I’m just about there when there’s a knock on my door. I stop moving, Nate stops moving and we both stay very, very still. He moves his hand from my mouth and I take a few deep, steadying breaths.