On the Rocks (Last Call #1)(37)

Pulling the covers back off her, I grab her shoulder and roll her on her. Leaning down, I kiss her lips. “Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s go watch the dolphins play and canoodle on the beach while the sun comes up.”

Giggling, she pushes against my chest but it’s a halfhearted attempt. She finally opens one bleary eye and looks at me. “You seriously want to go watch the sunrise?”

“Yup. Then you can watch your man shred some waves.”

“My man?” she asks, giving a smiling yawn.

“Your man,” I confirm.

She stretches her arms up, which brings my attention to her bare breasts. I hear her yawn again, but I’m mesmerized by the round globes of soft flesh. I start to bend down to lick one of her nipples, when her hand slaps against my chest and pushes me back.

“Coffee,” she demands sternly. “Then we’ll go out on the beach.”

“I changed my mind. I don’t want to watch the sunrise. I want to f*ck you instead.” I reach my hand out for her but she rolls away, nimbly jumping out of the bed with surprising dexterity, given that she was sound asleep thirty seconds ago.

“Coffee. Then beach,” she says as she slips on her t-shirt and pulls on the underwear and shorts that she discarded the night before.

“Cock blocked by the sunrise,” I mutter, but I roll out of my side of the bed and head toward my closet. It is chilly this morning, so I need to wear my wetsuit. I pull out one of the dozen or so I have hanging in there, all compliments of my sponsors, and worm my way in. I leave the top half hanging around my waist.

After we each drink a quick cup of coffee, I grab one of my surfboards from the spare bedroom. Gabby grabs two blankets, and we make our way down to the beach. The surf looks okay, breaking at only about three feet, but I’ll be able to play around out there for a bit.

Gabby spreads one of the blankets out at the base of the dunes, while I stick my board in the soft sand. She takes a seat in the middle, pulling the other blanket up over her legs and, rather than sit down to her side, I plop down behind her, pulling her back into my arms.

We gaze out over the water, watching the sun make its appearance. Before too long, we see bottlenose dolphins break the surface of the water, making their way south down the coast.

“I never get tired of seeing that,” Gabby murmurs.

“Me either,” I agree.

We’re quiet for a few more moments, but then I ask, “What are your plans the rest of the day?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. What about you?”

“Well,” I start out as I lean down to nuzzle my nose into her neck. “I thought I would surf for a bit, then I thought I’d bring you back inside and make wild love to you. Sound like a plan?”

She laughs softly, leaning her head back on my shoulder. “Yeah… sounds like a plan.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you… my buddy John is coming in tomorrow to visit for a while. He’s going to be staying here, so I need to head to the grocery store today and stock up.”

“Oh,” she says quietly, and I know exactly what she’s thinking. She’s just too unsure of herself and of us to come out and say it. So I let her off the hook quickly.

“I still want you to stay over here with me, Gabs. You’ll love John… and he wouldn’t say anything to anyone.”

She’s quiet, reflective, and this doesn’t bode well.

Tightening my arms around her, I say, “Please say you’ll stay. I really want you to meet John but, more than that, I want you here.”

My heart sighs in relief when she quietly says, “Okay.”

Leaning around to her left so I can see her face, she turns to look at me. “Okay? So you’ll stay?”

She gives me a small smile and nods. “I’ll stay.”

I reach up with my right hand and slip my fingers in her hair, grabbing a fistful and turning her head toward me further. Leaning in, I run my lips over hers lightly, and then pull back to look at her. “Good. I don’t think I can go a single night without you.”

Her eyes grow warm over my sentiment and, for the first time, I think Gabby may let her walls down around me a bit. Oh, she’s fully engaged with me when I’m lodged deep inside her body, but when sexual heat isn’t swirling between us, she’s remained a tiny bit guarded.

I lean back into my original position and pull her back against me again, wrapping my arms around her stomach to hold her tight. The wind has kicked up a little and she shivers, pulling the blanket further up her chest.

“Cold?” I ask.

“A little.”

“Bet I can warm you up,” I tease her, resting my chin on her shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” she asks. “How’s that?”

Rather than answer, I show her instead. I take one of my hands and move it down her stomach until I reach the button on her shorts. I can feel her sharp intake of breath when I pop it open.

She stiffens slightly when I grab onto the zipper and lower it.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

I push my lips against her ear and say, “I’m warming you up.”

Her hand reaches down and covers mine, halting my progress. “Hunter, we’re out in public. Someone could walk by at any moment.”

“So,” I tell her as I grab her hand and push it away. “Besides… you have a blanket covering you. No one can see what we’re doing. Just don’t go screaming my name or anything.”