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A s we moved into a California winter, my already intense training ramped up. We rarely surfed my private beach anymore. Riddick gradually eased me into surfing Leviathans in the early season so I could familiarize myself with how the water behaved before the waves reached their full potential.

By early December, the waves were still only reaching ten to fifteen feet. However, the second Riddick had me first dip my toes in, I could immediately feel the difference.

The rip tide alone was terrifying. Even just ankle deep, when the water pulled out, it was clear that this beach was out for blood.

The water was colder now, and I’d needed to purchase a wetsuit to keep my lips from turning blue each time we hit the waves, but I didn’t care.

I .

Fucking.

Loved it.

The first time I surfed a baby Leviathan, I almost fucking came from excitement. The high I felt as I cut through the belly of the beast was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I was immediately addicted.

Outside of the horrible way my mother died, there was a reason I didn’t drink or smoke. I avoided substances like the plague because I was a dopamine chaser.

The second my ADHD-starved reward and pleasure centers received a drop of dopamine, I tended to get hooked.

This was no exception.

Adrenaline was my drug of choice, and I couldn’t give it up if I wanted to, even though I knew it could one day kill me.

The water here was darker – more sinister than the crystalline blue waters of Stars Cove, and the rush of excitement combined with the exhilaration I felt as I rode through the dark, hollow barrel of each bloodthirsty monster wave was so fucking good… I couldn’t get enough.

Riddick became a drill sergeant when we surfed these beasts.

“Eyes on the horizon!”

“Focus, Finn! You have doubles coming in!”

“What did I fucking tell you!? When in doubt, don’t paddle out!”

I tried not to allow myself to get too annoyed with him. I could see the terror in his eyes the entire time we were in the water. His intensity increased when he was worried about my safety, and I knew it was coming from a good place.

But it was hard for me to take things as seriously as he wanted me to when I was having the time of my fucking life.

Surfing Stars Cove after Leviathans just didn’t hit the same after a while, and before I knew it, I couldn’t think of anything else.

Nothing held my interest but those cold, vicious waters .

I couldn’t hear people when they talked to me anymore. My hyperfocus had been activated. When I wasn’t actively surfing Leviathans, I was thinking about surfing Leviathans.

Imagining it.

Dreaming about it.

“Finn! Baby! Where’d you go?”

Snap, snap, snap.

I blinked to find Riddick snapping his fingers at me again to get my attention.

“Huh? Oh. Sorry. I was daydreaming again.”

He didn’t look amused.

We were finishing up for the day and were both dripping in seawater as we hiked across the pebble beach toward the natural stone steps that led up the cliffside back to the shack.

We each had our shortboards slung under our arms as we walked, and I was already itching to get back in the water, even though we’d just surfed for, like, six hours.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that. I can’t help it. You know it’s my cute lil’ neurodivergent brain. The hyperfocus is real. ”

“Yeah, well… why couldn’t you hyperfocus on knitting or something less deadly… ” he grumbled, and I pouted, shoving out my lower lip as far as it would go.

“But I want to play in the water Riidddickkk… knitting is for sweet little grannies and people more mentally stable than me.”

His gaze locked on my lip, and he let out one of his dominant, hot-guy growls that always made my dick all tingly.

“Put that lip away before I bite it.”

I winked at him, taking special care to give him an extra-cute dimple pop.

“What if I want you to bite it?”

“You’re insatiable.”

“Pretty rich coming from you, big guy. You fucked me twice yesterday.”

“Are you complaining? ”

“Only that you didn’t try for round three. I put that special cream on my hole for you and everything.”

“That’s my job, shark bait!” He snarled, gripping my shoulder and spinning me to face him. I grinned up at him. I’d perfected the art of getting Riddick all riled up, and usually, if I could push his buttons just right, I ended up bent over with his dick in my ass.

It was the fucking best.

“What are you going to do about it?” I taunted, giving him my best evil smirk.

His eyes were dark and burning with something dangerous.

Oh yeah. I was in trouble. Hehehehe.

“Maybe I’ll punish you, you little imp. You’ve been spoiled lately. Maybe we go back to how it was when we first met, hmm? Just as easily as I can give you orgasms, I can take them away.”

My eyes widened, and I gasped.

“You wouldn’t!”

“I would, baby.” He stepped closer to me, sliding his hand around the back of my neck and brushing his lips against mine. “I love watching you come, but I also loved watching you get all hot and bothered. Maybe I’ll keep you hard and needy for days before I let you come again?”

He traced his hand down my chest and skated his fingers over my groin, and I immediately hardened.

I whimpered, already wanting him to suck the cum right out of my dick.

“Riddick, please. Don’t tease me like that.”

“You didn’t like that, baby? Was it tough for you when you weren’t allowed to come?”

His eyes were dancing with a feral sort of mischief, and I shivered as he rubbed my now very hard cock over my wetsuit.

“I had wet dreams like, weekly. I’m not built for edging, Riddick. My poor balls get so sore, I can’t handle it.”

He chuckled and cupped the balls in question, his lips curling into an evil smile as he left gentle kisses over my mouth and cheeks.

“Those weren’t wet dreams, baby. Those were rewards, too. I’ve been in control of your pleasure since the day we met.”

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me…” he murmured, sliding his other hand down the front of my wetsuit, unzipping it as he went. He slid his hand in between the tight material and wrapped his hand around my thick, hard shaft. I gasped.

His hand was freezing from being in the water, and my dick was already so hot and full. The contrast in temperature was sublime.

“You… you were actually touching me? Those weren’t dreams?”

“Mhmm…” he murmured, stroking me firmly as my mind reeled.

“So you always wanted me?” I choked, and he paused, pulling back to frown at me. Pulling his hand out of my suit, he placed it back around the back of my neck, resting his forehead against mine.

“Yes, Finn. I’ve always wanted you, and I always will. No matter what happens.”

My lip trembled, and he chuckled, dropping a wet kiss on my mouth before spinning me back around to face the steps.

“Get going, shark bait,” he said, slapping my ass playfully. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll fuck you after dinner.”