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Alexa Play: Only Everything by Quinn Lewis

T he next few months went by in a blur.

I’d bought the supplies Riddick asked me to pick up, and he’d spent that same afternoon teaching me how to properly prep myself for sex with him.

It took some getting used to, and the first time I um… cleaned myself was… an experience. However, like anything, once I’d done it a few times and knew what to expect, it just became my new norm.

Having proper lube was a game-changer as well. Because of what that first night meant to me, I would still consider it one of the best nights of my life, but damn.

Jergens aint got shit on Astroglide when it comes to butt stuff. Let me tell ya.

Bless the lube gods because once we ripped off the bandaid and took that first leap, Riddick became insatiable.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t complaining. But I hadn’t expected him to be as obsessed with me as he was.

Apparently, he’d been seriously repressing his feelings for me, and now that everything was out in the open, I couldn’t believe I ever doubted how much he’d wanted me.

He couldn’t keep his hands off me. When I was working out, he was constantly touching me, and I usually ended up bent over the bench press by the time I finished my set.

Don’t even get me started on Wednesday yoga. The first time he put me in a downward dog after we hooked up, I was in the pose for less than a breath when my shorts were suddenly ripped down to my ankles, and Riddick was balls deep in my ass.

Fuck . It was hot. The way he acted like he might literally die if he wasn’t touching me was intense but also addicting. I couldn’t get enough of him, and he clearly couldn’t get enough of me, either.

It wasn’t just the sex, and believe me, there was a lot of sex.

He did everyday things for me that no one, not even my mother, had ever done. He took care of me to the point where I sometimes needed to ask him to relax a little.

For example, I came home from Sharkies once, totally stuffed from a plate of nachos that management had comped to congratulate us on a particularly grueling Friday night. Riddick had been appalled .

‘Nachos, Finn? Really? Do you know how many trans fats are in that disgusting squeeze cheese? Those are all empty calories and clogged arteries just waiting to happen! I need you healthy, baby… Next time, just come home. I’ll make you something better.”

He was obsessed with my health and safety, which I was learning extended to things like my nutrition and hygiene practices.

He’d sort of unofficially moved in and always made me perfectly balanced meals. He made sure I took care of myself, and after we had sex, he always insisted on being the one to clean me up and take care of me .

‘Roll over, show me that beautiful ass… Are you sore? Do I need to apply some cream for you?’

‘No, Riddick, I’m fine. Besides, if I need cream, I can apply it myself.’

SMACK!

‘This ass is mine, shark bait, and I take care of things that are precious to me.’

It was both hot and sweet as fuck.

At first, I’d been a little nervous that our insane chemistry and attraction to each other were going to negatively affect my training, but it did the opposite.

I confided in him that I’d been diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but we’d never had any money for treatment, so I worked really hard to manage it by working with my symptoms instead of against them.

A few weeks later, I found him reading an article on my phone—I’d been right; the boomer didn’t even own a phone. The article had been titled: My Partner Has ADHD. How Can I Help Them Thrive?

When I’d asked him about it, he’d smirked at me and told me he’d just learned that reward-based worked wonders for people who have trouble manufacturing an appropriate amount of dopamine, and he couldn’t wait to put me on a reward-based training regime.

Spoiler alert: The rewards were orgasms.

Tee hee!

I was a hell of a lot more motivated to push myself past my limits when I knew that if I impressed Riddick, he would suck and fuck me until I saw stars.

It was the fucking best.

The only thing that I hated about our relationship was that he still wouldn’t let me talk to anyone about him.

I’d asked Riddick why people had seemed so freaked out when he came to the beach to find me that night, but his mood had immediately soured.

‘This town and I have a history. If you survive Leviathans, I’ll tell you the whole story. But until then, can you keep the fact that I’m here just between us?’

It bothered me, but the look on his face had been so full of pain that I agreed and hadn’t brought it up again. The weird looks and whispers stopped after a couple days anyway, and most people seemed to forget about that night as time went on.

The only person who remained a thorn in my side was Kyle Tully. He’d tried to press charges, but Quinn backed my story when I told the cops I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. When they asked about my hand, I told them I cut it on some reef while surfing.

It also helped that Tully wasn’t generally well-liked. A few other witnesses took my side as well, so the charges were eventually dropped.

This only seemed to piss Kyle off more. Since then, every time I surfed Stars Cove with Turtle, Tully had a bad habit of turning up and trying to one-up me on every fucking wave.

It was more than annoying; it was starting to get dangerous.

Whenever I had a particularly sick run, he would aggressively attempt to surf a better one—at the expense of literally everyone else surfing.

He’d butt to the front of the line-up and even drop in on someone else’s wave in an attempt to show me up.

He was responsible for several wipeouts at this point. One kid sliced their head open on the reef and needed to get stitches. It was seriously getting out of hand.

What was making it worse was with Riddick’s coaching and my new diet, I was getting like… really fucking good.

Better than I really ever thought I would be.

I was quickly becoming a bit of a town celebrity, and one girl even asked me for my autograph once, which cracked Turtle the hell up.

By the end of the summer, every time I hit up Stars Cove to surf, I seemed to attract a little gaggle of both girls and guys who were self-proclaimed Finnatics.

They would gather on the beach and watch me ride for hours.

It was actually bananas.

We were surfing with Blake one balmy September afternoon when I absolutely cooked a pipe. My little fan club lost their minds so bad I could hear them all the way out at the line-up.

I accepted high fives and congratulations from some fellow Sharkies surfers as I paddled to the back of the line, feeling pretty good about myself.

“Bro, what the fuck are you eating man?” Turtle was grinning at me, his smile nearly tickling his ears. “That was fucking awesome, dude, like, you should try out for competitions. Plus, you’re looking jacked lately. Share your secrets with the Turtle Man, brother. I wanna be you when I grow up!”

I beamed at him, blushing as I shook the water out of my hair.

“Nah, man. That was nothing. Practice makes perfect.”

Blake was looking at me like she’d just seen a ghost, and my smile faltered a bit.

“What?” I asked, and she chewed her bottom lip, frowning.

“Nothing, just… your style reminds me of Riddick’s a lot. That’s all.” She looked sad, and I wanted more than anything to ask her if she knew him well, but then that would be talking about Riddick, which was against the rules.

“Uhh…”

Not knowing how to respond to that at all, I sat there on my board awkwardly for a moment and was eternally grateful that Turtle just bulldozed over Blake’s comment, yammering on about how I should be looking into getting sponsored or some dumb shit like that.

I could feel Blake’s eyes on me for every run after that, though, and I couldn’t shake the strange feeling I got every time we made eye contact.

I didn’t understand the fear swirling in her eyes, and frankly, it unnerved me.

That night, when I got back to the shack, I asked Riddick if he knew Blake and told him about our strange interaction.

He’d pursed his lips and cupped the side of my face, kissing me softly.

“Survive Leviathans, and I’ll tell you everything, Finn. I promise.”