Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Riley
Saying I didn’t sleep well last night doesn’t quite cover it.
I still see my reflection in the mirror and wonder what he sees in me.
I’m just a plain Jane compared to the gorgeous women he knows—Emma, Zoe, and Grayson.
If I had to guess, I’d say Emma really likes him.
She hangs on his every word, and the way she looks at him—it’s like she could eat him up.
The thought of them together just breaks my heart.
Jumping as my alarm goes off, I reach over and send it flying.
I’m not sure whether I need a coffee or a shower to wake me up.
As I stand under the warm flow of water, I realize I made the right choice.
It feels so good that I don’t want to leave, but then I think of a steaming cup of coffee, so I’m dressed and ready in fifteen minutes.
Heading down to the kitchen, I can’t help but smile when I see Rosie by the stove. “Do you ever go home, or are you here twenty-four seven?” I ask as she spins around.
“Well, you’re up early for a Saturday,” she says as she pours me a cup of coffee.
“This coffee is just what I needed, thanks. Do you ever get a day off?” She places a warm blueberry muffin in front of me. "What would I do with a day off?” she asks.
“So you can do all the fun things I have planned for Riley and me today.” Hunter saunters over, kissing me softly on the lips while holding my gaze. I suddenly feel like he can see right through me.
He chuckles, “Rosie, I’d love to have a cup of coffee before we start our day.”
“You never told me where we’re going. Am I dressed okay?” When his eyes scan me, he breaks into a devilish grin. From the look on his face, I’d say he likes my short shorts and crop top that I picked out.
“You’re dressed perfectly, but you’d better have a bikini under that outfit.” Shaking my head, he cups my face and whispers in my ear, “You are going to spend the day being hot, wet, and excited, so go put it on, now.” Feeling my whole body quiver as he releases me, I run upstairs.
This man tells me we need to wait, but the sexual tension radiating from him is intoxicating. I hope he keeps his promise, because I crave him with an ache I’ve never felt before. Hunter is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, holding to-go coffee cups in each hand.
As I slide into the Jeep, he hands me the coffees so I can put them in the holders.
“So where are you taking me?” I ask him with a playful smile. “You’ll see soon enough. Just sit back and enjoy your coffee.” He takes my hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss.
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Hunter
When she gets close enough to read the signs, she squeals with excitement. She now knows we’re going jet skiing. Once I park the Jeep, she jumps out and throws herself into my arms.
“How did you know this is on my bucket list?” she questions me.
“Isn’t a bucket list for people who are dying?” Suddenly, I get this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
She quickly shakes her head when she sees fear in my eyes. “No, it’s a list of things you want to do before you die, not necessarily because you’re dying.” I’m glad she cleared that up.
Making my way to the rental office, I see Craig sitting behind his desk. “Hey, I saw your name down here for reservations. Haven’t seen you in a long time.” He stands, shaking my hand.
Pulling Riley close to me, I introduce her. “Riley, this is Craig— we go to USC together. Craig, this is my girlfriend, Riley.” Well, that just rolled off my tongue easily.
Craig’s eyebrows lift in surprise. That’s understandable because I’ve never had a girlfriend since I’ve lived in South Carolina. “All you have to do is show me your driver’s licenses to make things legal, and I’ll see you in an hour.”
Riley’s shoulders slump as I take out my license. “I forgot to tell you to take yours. We’ll go back and get it.”
“I don’t have a license,” she whispers so softly that only I can hear.
“She can ride with me, no big deal.” I bend down to look at her. “That way, you can put your arms around me and hold me tight.” As I grin, she lightly punches my arm.
She strips off her clothes to reveal a sexy black bikini beneath. My palms are sweating as I help her put on her vest. It takes every bit of self-control I have to step back and resist running my hands over her body.
I give her a quick lesson before we get on the skis.
When her arms snake around me, they press so close to my groin that I have to focus on steering.
I wanted to stay near the coast so I could show her the sights, but I feel her breasts rubbing against my back with every wave I ride.
Honestly, I’ll be glad when this hour is over; she’s incredibly tempting.
As I turn around so we can head back, I feel her hands skimming over my hips and stroking back up my thighs.
My dick comes to life. If I had to guess, I’d say payback’s a bitch for all the times she was turned on and I put the brakes on.
Little does she know that I can flip this situation in a heartbeat.
I stop the ski jet so fast that she bumps into my back.
Spinning sideways, I wrap my right arm around her waist and have her straddling me in less than thirty seconds.
Her eyes open wide, and her mouth is shaped in a perfect “O.” It’s an open invitation, so I pull her mouth to mine, thrusting my tongue inside.
My hands automatically slide down to her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her hard nipples.
When I hear her moan, my hand glides slowly down her tight stomach until I find her center.
The next thing I know, we’re flying through the air as we plunge into the ocean. We don’t go under too far because of our vests. Looking around, I see Riley about five feet away from me. After swimming over to her, I take her in my arms; when she looks up at me, we both start laughing.
After swimming back to the jet skis and climbing on, she whispers in my ear, “I hope we can pick up where we left off.”
I’m suspecting someone might have seen us getting down and dirty, so they decided to cool us off. I don’t know how I feel about that right now, but I do know Riley expects me to finish what I started, that’s for sure.