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I don’t think we get more than three hours of sleep, and I’m totally okay with that. We spent most of the night exploring each other’s bodies, memorizing every curve, every muscle, every want and need. I’ve never experienced what I feel for Flynn, and it’s all-consuming and obsessive and needy, but I love every second of it.

All thoughts of why this was a bad idea are long gone, taking with them my concerns and fears about Pipe and Jade. Flynn is mine. All mine.

My phone begins to vibrate on the nightstand, and I let out a half-groan, half-laugh because I know it’s one of the girls. More than likely all of them, a group text asking for details and being nosy but supportive.

My back is to Flynn’s chest, the warmth of his body wrapped around me, while his erection, which is the size of the Shanghai Tower, is currently pressed against my ass.

He’s so thick and perfect and huge, and I think back to when we first had sex, seeing his cock spring free from his shorts, wondering if I could accommodate him. But he was deliciously perfect, and the friction between us as he filled me, and made me forget my own damn name.

I move against him, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me even closer. He lets out a soft moan of appreciation, his throat gravelly and hoarse from sleep, and I don’t give him time to adjust.

My phone vibrates again, shuddering across the nightstand, but I let it go. Flynn and I have time to make up for, time we were apart, and when we leave this house, things will change.

We can’t be seen together until after Pipe, maybe not even then, so today, this morning, in the dim light of the rising sun, I’ll take it all. I’ll take everything I can get to hold me over until the sun sets and we’re back together.

I turn in his arms, my lips trailing over his warm, tanned skin, letting my tongue leave a path everywhere my lips touch.

He tastes like heaven, and I move down his body until I’m between his legs, his thick cock begging for my mouth. How can I say no?

“Fuck, Alana,” Flynn says, his voice strained like he’s trying to control himself. I don’t ever want him to. I want him to lose control with me, dirty and rough.

I look up at him through my lashes as he fills my mouth, his head falling back against the pillow. He lets out a low, guttural moan and it vibrates through me.

But a moment later, he’s watching me, his eyes dark and drugged, half-lidded and desperate as he takes in what I’m doing to him.

I love that I have this effect on him, that he’s hard and thick for me, begging for my mouth to make him come. And I do just that, letting the sucking take over, his moans filling the room.

“Tomorrow, I’ll wake you up with my mouth,” Flynn tells me, his fingers looping through my hair. “All hot and wet, my tongue lapping at your clit like it’s a fucking lolly.”

I grind against him, seeking friction, but I know we need to pull ourselves together. We can’t stay in bed all day, even if that’s what we want to do—disappear from the world, forget anyone else exists, and just be together.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, my mouth next to his ear, my tongue slipping out to trace the shell of it. “You’re making me wet, and then you’re going to leave me all hot and bothered for another woman.” He knows I’m teasing him, a smile tugging at his lips.

“She’s not even in the same category as you, Alana. Fuck, not even in the same universe,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips roughly before sliding up my body.

He wraps his hand around my neck, watching as I wet my lips, desperate to feel him inside me, but we need to get out of this bed.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” he all but demands as his grip on my throat tightens deliciously. “Sleep in my bed. Let me eat your pussy for brekkie.”

“Yes,” I moan out in response. “But stop talking like that or I’m dropping out of Pipe and quitting my job and spending the rest of my life as your sex slave.”

Flynn lets out a deep, throaty chuckle, his head falling back. “That doesn’t sound all that terrible. I’d be happy to take care of you. But tell me, what is it that you want me to stop saying?”

He’s playful and cute, his blue eyes sparkling with lust and sweetness. I don’t know how he can go from being the guy who talks dirty to me, setting my body on fire, to someone who is so sweet he’s like sugar on my tongue.

“Things like ‘lolly’ and ‘brekkie’ and ‘Alana’,” I tell him, giggling when he pinches my side, tickling me a little.

“Your name?” he questions, his brows pulled together in curiosity.

“Yes, my name. It’s the hottest fucking thing out of your mouth.”

“Damn right it is,” he responds, and we’re right back to where we started, trying to leave this bed, but failing miserably as his hands snake up my body.

My phone goes off again, and it feels like it’s louder this time, moving across the nightstand a few more inches each time it sounds.

“Do you need to get that?” Flynn asks, and I shake my head. “You sure? It’s been going off all morning. An emergency?”

“What? The Pipe Dream ran out of wetsuits? It’s fine,” I say, but I realize I haven’t told him that the girls know about us.

He laughs at my joke, pushing up on his elbows. He looks over me at the nightstand, my phone lighting up like the Fourth of July.

“I told the girls about us last night,” I admit, and I watch his face for a reaction. “It’s just them checking in. Or should I say, looking for the gossip. Don’t worry, I swore them to secrecy.”

“I’m not worried, Alana. I really don’t care who finds out,” he asserts, but I’m not entirely sure that’s true.

We both know it could ruin our careers. But could it? We aren’t doing anything that relates to surfing, and we certainly are not talking about Jade and her training schedule. I couldn’t give a fuck about Jade.

“The guys don’t know, though. I swear they have bigger mouths than the girls,” I joke, leaving it up to him to tell the guys if he wants.

“That’s probably true.”

Just as he says it, his phone starts to ring. Letting out a hard sigh, he rolls his eyes and reaches for it.

Jade’s name pops up on the screen, a picture of her surfing, and my heart clenches a little. I don’t know why, but a tinge of jealousy looms, and I hate it.

“I gotta take this,” he mutters. “I’ve been avoiding her for too long, and I really don’t want to deal with her wrath if I keep doing it.”

“Go ahead. She is your employer. I wouldn’t ignore Nate if he called me.” But I know that isn’t true. I would ignore Nate. I do it all the time and he gets all fired up, but is quick to forgive me when I get payroll done before he can get to it or I order popular items he doesn’t even know exist.

Something tells me Jade isn’t so forgiving.

“I’ll leave,” I mouth, and he shakes his head, the phone now to his ear. I can already hear Jade jawing on about something.

It’s muffled, and I watch as Flynn closes his eyes, letting Jade lay into him. Her words are shrill, and I have no idea how he keeps doing this. There have to be other surfers out there who are interested in hiring him. Ones that aren’t so fucking needy.

I climb from the bed, grabbing my underwear off the floor. I pull them on, along with a T-shirt of Flynn’s that is flung over a chair in the corner of the room.

He shakes his head at me, his eyes narrowed, and I have to laugh. Me getting dressed has pissed him off, and there’s something funny about that.

But I leave him in the room, Jade dragging on, as I head out to the kitchen.

I love this little cottage. I lived here for a couple of months when my mom left. It’s crazy that Mitch let Nate and me live together, given I had just turned eighteen and Nate was only twenty. Two kids who could have done some real damage. But I guess he knew, and so did we, how good we had it. Neither of us would have dared to fuck it up.

Everything is still in the same place. Finding the coffee in the cabinet, I start a pot. I need it since I’m running on three hours of sleep, and I have to get out on the water today.

Flynn wanders out to the kitchen now, wearing his boxers, his chest bare, the phone still up to his ear. He pulls it away, tossing it onto the counter, now on speaker. Jade’s voice fills the room.

“I want you to find spots away from the tourists. Local spots, like the kind no one goes to. I’m so tired of being noticed here,” she laments, letting out this weird whine-sigh. “So yeah, but make sure the swell is good, and not just white-capped, got it? And see if you can get me a new board. Something custom. Haven’t you made any connections while you were out here? Isn’t that what you were supposed to be doing?”

He rests his elbows on the island, the phone in front of him as he covers his face with his hands. I can tell he’s over this, and I would be too. She’s relentless. I don’t think he’s said a single word since he answered her call.

“Oh, and can you get me an oat milk latte? Make sure it’s oat milk and not soy like last time. And bring my board. It’s at the hotel.”

“First of all, I’m not your assistant, Jade. I’m your coach. And second, where are you?”

This is the first time he has spoken since answering, and his words are clipped and harsh.

She laughs, and there’s something about it that grates on my nerves. It’s condescending and rude, like she’s above him, and while I guess technically she is as his boss, it doesn’t mean she has to treat him this way.

“Yuck,” I mutter, wrinkling up my nose.

“Oh my god, Flynn, stop it,” she quips. “Just get my board and my latte and find me a place to surf away from everything. And no jellyfish. You know I hate jellyfish. It’s not that hard.”

With that, she hangs up. No goodbye, no thank you. Just demands, and the worst part is, she’s going to get what she wants. It’s why she keeps behaving this way.

“Fuck, her parents really did her a disservice,” I say, and Flynn just shakes his head. “She’s spoiled rotten, and nothing good can come from that.”

“I think she’s gotten worse in the last year. It’s like turning eighteen made it okay for her to be a total cunt. Her dad used to keep her in line, but now it’s just a free-for-all.”

Again, he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. He looks over at me, his eyes desperate for some reprieve, but I can’t help him with this.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go,” he tells me with a weak smile. “I thought we’d have time for breakfast, but…” He doesn’t finish. There’s no reason to, and it’s okay.

“I’ll be here for dinner tonight. How’s eight work?” I ask, not bothering to devote more time to Jade and her neediness.

“That sounds amazing,” he tells me, stepping over to where I’m standing. He pulls me into his arms. “I’m so glad Mitch wrote you that letter.”

“Me too.”

I lean in, kissing him softly before his phone starts to ring again. Letting out a hard groan, he kisses me again quickly. Pushing away, he heads into the bedroom to get ready.

“I’m gonna go, Flynn,” I tell him as I follow him into the bedroom. “Good news, you can tell Jade you got rid of all the jellyfish just for her. You won’t find many on this side of the island.”

“Got any other tips for me? I need to find a spot with no one, but it needs to have good swell and no jellyfish, and lattes and custom boards. I’m sure I’m missing something.”

He says all this, and we both stop, looking at each other. We burst out laughing.