26. April 14, 2023 #2
TB came up from under the water, rolled on top of the board, and began to paddle in.
“Don’t say it,” he growled. Pointing a finger at Midas, he threatened, “And if you post that video I know D just took for you, I will set the first older, unhappily married female I see on you, telling her you’re a US Navy SEAL, have a twelve-inch cock, and you can go for over forty-eight hours nonstop with a record of twenty-two orgasms in one night. ”
Midas blushed and laughed. “That’s supposed to deter me?”
Steel had ridden in on the wave behind TB, a perfect surf and dismount, running into the shore like a California lifeguard TV star. “What’s a deterrent?”
Midas repeated TB’s threat, still laughing.
With a look of total seriousness on his face, the former Navy SEAL shook his head.
“ Hermano , you have no clue. The first third of that, you’ll have a stage-five clinger.
But the second and third? You’ll probably get roofied, kidnapped, and wake up tied to a bench.
We’ll never see you again. Women love SEALs. It’s actually a curse.”
After three more waves apiece—Cherry managing to almost get to shore, Midas wiping out twice and then jumping off once, and TB just in general being a total disaster—they headed up to stow their boards, change, and go to a late lunch at the café.
At the truck, the men didn’t think twice and began to strip down out of their wetsuits. Cherry slapped a hand over her face.
“TMI, guys! I realize I know your files, which include all kinds of measurements, but this is one I don’t need to know.”
A body came between her and the men, sheltering her view from through the car with a pull of her head to tuck her face into his chest. “I don’t want you looking at anyone but me,” he whispered.
Three apologies popped up like a round of “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” and doors opened to create barriers.
Midas added, “We forget you’re not one of the guys sometimes.” He winced when Steel slapped him upside the back of the head. “Oops. That didn’t sound right.” He started to speak, then stopped. “Yeah, that was going to sound wrong too. I’ll shut up now.”
Cherry heard their replies, but her senses were too focused on the salty ocean scent of the man who held her in his arms. Didn’t matter if he was in the water, just came from it, or had been out for a while, he always smelled exactly the same.
Who would have thought that the beach would be a turn-on just based on smell?
Her voice was muffled unintelligibly when she tried to respond. His grip relaxed, and she repeated, “I don’t want to look at anyone else.”
“Good. Because going around with a blindfold on would be difficult.”
She grinned. “Trust me. I know everybody’s measurements. Only one of them comes close in that area. ”
There was a sort of choking noise in his throat. “I didn’t need to know that. But you gonna tell me who?”
“Jehovah, no!” She giggled. “It will be much more entertaining for you all to bet on it, and then imagine you measuring.”
“You’re so bad, little fireball.” He smacked her ass lightly. “You guys decent?” he called over his shoulder.
“Relative term,” Cherry murmured.
“No shit.”
“Yeah, we’re good. Wouldn’t want to cause her palpitations,” TB teased.
“Yeah, anxiety over how poor Flame survives on your tiny dick could cause that,” Demon deadpanned.
A wetsuit came flying from the driver’s side of the car, through it, and smacked Demon standing in the open passenger side. They smiled at each other.
“We’ll walk a few paces and give you a buffer.”
As the driver’s side doors closed, Steel left the rear passenger door open as an extra shield for Cherry to change behind.
Beach modesty was never at a premium among the surfers, so it had its own unwritten rules that everyone followed—no looking, and if you saw someone in between their doors in the lot, you waited a fair distance until the doors closed.
“Do you want me to turn my back?” he murmured.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “It’s a little late for that chivalry, don’t you think?”
“I dunno. Might be a good idea anyway. Seeing all that gorgeousness that is you, I probably won’t be able to keep from kissing you. You ready to do that around these guys?”
She bit her lip, thinking over his words. “I don’t know that we’re really a secret,” she whispered.
“No, my feelings for you have been an open window for anyone to look through. We’ve never talked about it, but it’s a definite shift in our dynamic, and someone might blurt something out that makes you uncomfortable. ”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll survive.” Turning her back to him, she ordered him, “Unzip me.”
She held her breath as she waited to see what he’d do. Moments later, she swore she heard a soft sigh as he swept her hair over her shoulder, then gently, and making a concentrated effort to only touch the suit, he pulled the zipper down to her waist.
She turned around to face him. “Help me peel this off.”
“Feck.” His voice was so quiet, she wasn’t sure she had heard him.
When she looked up, he’d pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes. She reached up, pulled them from his face, and put them atop her head. “Don’t hide from me, Demon. If you want everything from me, I want everything from you.”
He inhaled, appearing like he was locked in place.
Would he rebuff her? She knew she was asking too much. He could never give her everything. Kubrick and Flame were right. He was who he was.
He came to his decision relatively quickly by reaching for the neckline of the wetsuit, slowly pulling it from her chest and down her arms. When it dropped at her waist to hang loose, he groaned.
His hands reached out to palm her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze, then used the backs of his fingers to brush up from the bottom of the globes, up over her nipples, and then his lips were moving in time to his smoothing fingers over her shoulders to spear into her hair.
The crash of him against her mouth caused her to gasp, allowing his tongue inside to seek and destroy.
She stepped the last centimeters into him, her hands gripping his waist and grinding her stomach against his hard cock.
There was a van next to them, which she suddenly found herself lifted up, her back against the side.
The weight of his body kept her in place so that he could grab under her thighs and put her legs around his waist. “Well, damn,” he mumbled against her mouth.
“Forgot you still had the fecking suit on down below. It’s like rubbing one out against an inner tube. ”
She couldn’t help laughing out loud, her head tipping back.
A sharp whistle came from somewhere close in the parking lot, signaling a car was coming.
Demon set her down, and while Cherry shed the rest of her wetsuit, Demon shook out the airy dress she had brought along to change into.
When she stood straight, he threw it over her head, put her arms through the sleeves, and smoothed out the skirt while she protested.
“I’m missing some foundational pieces,” she told him.
She tried to reach around him to at least grab the panties in her bag.
He grabbed her hands, moving them to her sides. “Nope. Don’t need them.”
He quickly shed his wetsuit, hidden by the door, as the car drove by, a group of girls and surfboards egging him on. Cherry was pissed for half a second, then realized he hadn’t even twitched at the praise.
He pulled on a pair of baggy cargo shorts, shrugged into an athletic T-shirt, and shoved his feet into flip-flops. As he ran his fingers several times through his hair to get the tangles out, he realized she was looking at him thoughtfully. “What?”
“You didn’t hear that?”
“Hear what?” He looked genuinely confused, scanning the area.
“The girls.”
“What girls?”
“Holy Moses! The whistles and invitations? The jeep that just drove past?”
He shrugged. “Nope.”
“How the hell are you any good in the field? Don’t you need to be able to hear everything? Pay attention to shit so you don’t die?”
“I am paying attention,” he claimed. Hands on his hips, he looked put out that she was suggesting otherwise.
“They were right behind our truck. You didn’t even flinch, and they were loud enough that I did, and I saw them coming.”
“Not important noise. I filter shite out I don’t need or want.” He put one arm around her waist and pulled her close again. “Only one woman in my life right now, and she’s gonna keep me plenty busy. No desire for empty shite that’s high-maintenance and as inconstant as the waves.”
He began kissing her again, but another whistle brought them out of it. “Hey!” Steel peeked his head around the corner of the van. “Lovebirds! We’re gonna be late.”
“Later,” he promised her. Clearly frustrated, Demon let go of her and turned to slam the door closed.
He hung their wetsuits on the rail of the truck as she closed the front passenger door, then threaded their fingers together as she followed him around the back of the vehicles with no intent to let go.
Each of the three team members caught a quick glance down at their hands, and TB muttered, “Four down.” Other than that, nothing was said, and nothing was acknowledged. Approval had been stamped on them. If only they knew it was temporary, not that they’d believe her if she told them.