On the Rocks (Last Call #1)(38)

When I skim my fingers under the top band of her underwear, she holds her body stiff for a moment but then capitulates. I know this because her legs fall open, giving me access.

I push my hand down the front of her underwear but, unfortunately, her shorts are too tight and my access is restricted.

“Need to get rid of the shorts, baby,” I breathe into her ear.

“No,” she says, shaking her head.

“Yes,” I tell her as I start pushing the material down her hips. “Just lift your butt up a little, and I can get them off.”

I know she wants to argue, and I know she’s nervous about being seen, but I know more than anything she wants my hand between her legs. She looks down the beach left and then right, apparently satisfied no one is coming at the moment.

She lifts her butt up, and I push the material down. She adds her own hands into the mix and, within a few seconds, both her shorts and panties are down around her knees, and she’s kicking them off. If anyone had been walking by, I’m sure all the motion under the blanket would have been a dead giveaway that she was stripping.

Settling the blanket back over her and pulling it up to her chest, she leans back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Warm me up, Hunter,” she says softly, and I lean in to kiss her on her temple.

“Your wish is my command.”

I don’t waste any effort exploring the softness of the skin on her legs. I bring my hand down right to her center and run my finger up. She sucks in her breath and arches her hips.

“You like that?” I whisper.

“Mmmm. Hmmm.”

Tilting my head, I can see that her eyes are closed, her tongue peeking out between those full lips.

I run my finger up and down her wet center, circling right where she needs me. Her hips starting gyrating in response and I go f*cking hard as a rock within my wetsuit, which is slightly uncomfortable. Movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention and I see a middle-aged couple strolling down the beach, stopping every few feet to pick up seashells. They haven’t noticed us yet, but within a few more paces, they will.

“You need to stop moving so much,” I tell her gently. “Someone’s coming.”

Gabby’s hand covers mine again, trying to stop my movements against her. “Stop for a second, Hunter,” she demands.

“No f*cking way,” I say, sinking a finger deep inside of her.

She cries out softly and bucks her hips against my hand, causing me to laugh softly in her ear.

“Better be still,” I warn her. “They’ll know if they look up here.”

I add another finger and she clamps her legs tight against me, trying to hold me still. It’s at this moment that the couple sees us, shooting us a friendly wave.

I bring my unoccupied hand out from under the blanket and wave back, shouting good morning. At the same time, I’m pulling my fingers out and sinking them back in.

A low groan comes out of Gabby’s mouth, but she holds her body perfectly still. I pump my fingers in and out, adding my thumb to rub up against her. Another couple comes from our left, glancing our way and then continuing on down the beach.

The entire time, I slowly, tortuously, f*ck Gabby with my fingers, murmuring for her to hold still as people continue to walk by.

My girl does me proud and never moves a muscle. She does plenty of moaning and gasping, but the strollers are too far away to hear her. Finally, I feel her body stiffen and then start to shake as an orgasm tears through her. She bends her head down into the blanket to muffle her soft cries as they rip through her body.

I hold on tight to her, keeping my fingers lodged within her heat. Every few seconds, I feel a tremor run through her and she squeezes reflexively against me.

When her body finally quiets, I gently remove my hand and wrap my arms around her tight. Sticking my nose in her neck, I tell her, “That was just beautiful. Watching the sunrise with you and having you come on my hand.”

She turns her head toward me, leaning in to give me a kiss. “I want to do that more often,” she says with a smile.

I grin at her. “I’ve turned my girl into an exhibitionist, huh?”

“That was just intense,” she says in wonder. “Trying to keep still. I wonder if we could f*ck out here and get away with it.”

I groan at the thought, leaning down and biting her shoulder. “You are so bad.”

“You led me down this path of sin and corruption,” she reminds me.

“That I did,” I say with a soft laugh.

The sun has risen completely from the water’s edge, yet I have no desire to go out there and surf. I’m completely content to just sit here with Gabby and watch the waves break without me riding them. It makes me wonder what that says about my desire to compete again.

“They want me back on the Tour next year… my sponsors… my agent,” I tell her quietly.

She turns her head to look at me briefly before gazing back out at the ocean. “What did you tell them?”

“I haven’t told them anything other than I’d think about it. I was kind of wondering what you thought?”

She’s quiet for a moment, but then she gives a little chuckle. “Remember when you were surfing in that amateur competition up at Jeanette’s Pier when you were like twelve… thirteen or something?”