I rise from the water, my hand on my sore forehead. Holding the board under my opposite arm, I walk to theshore.
“Aw, shit, that looked like it hurt,” Eric says, his own board under his arm. “You okay?” His expression is serious, and something about his concern feels unusuallynice.
“It was like a hammer to my forehead.Fuck.”
I fall on my knees onto thesand.
“Goddammit,” I say. I set the board on the ground beside me and lie on my back, keeping my hand on the sore spot on myhead.
“You okay, buddy?” Eric asks, kneeling beside me. He rests his hand below mychest.
Fuck, he shouldn’t have done that, because now, despite the pain I’m in, I’m gettinghard.
He runs his other hand through his dark, wet locks, and my gaze catches his. Once again, those blue eyes are so mesmerizing that I have a hard time looking away from them, even though I know that’s what I should bedoing.
I don’t know what it is…maybe my head injury…maybe that he’s so damn hot, but I just keep staring athim.
He raises his hand off my skin and snaps his fingers in front of myface.
“You in there? Everythingokay?”
“Oh yeah. I’mfine.”
“You think you have a concussion? Do we need to take you to the hospital orsomething?”
“No. It wasn’t that bad. It just surprisedme.”
His gaze shifts to my board shorts and then right back to my eyes. There’s no way he didn’t see how hard I am right now. And judging by the way he checks out my body, I can tell he’s considering myinterest.
I check his shorts and notice he’s got his own boner, but damn, what a shit idea this is. Ty would freak the hell out if he knew I wanted to screw around with hisdad.
Don’t do it. Be smart and let thisgo.
I don’t even know what I’m doing. I’ve never fucked around with a guy before. I bet Eric would laugh at me like he did with trying to get on the surfboard. He’d think I was bad atit.
“Did Ty say when he’d be back?” Ericasks.
“No. Just that he and some of those friends were going to hang thismorning.”
Really, just him and Mandy, but I don’t think he would want me blabbing about that to hisfather.
“You think he’ll be gone long?” he asks, and I can only imagine why. Because he knows what I want…and he wants ittoo.
“Why don’t we call it a day for surfing,” he adds. “Head back to thecondo.”
I feel his thumb against my side. It slides across my flesh. And my dick shifts again in my boardshorts.
“Works for me,” I say, hoping he understands that I don’t just want to go back to the condo—I want tofuck.
I hope Ty isn’t back yet. I hope we havetime.
But then I’m also thinking that it might be better if something were to interrupt us and stop us from making this colossalmistake.
We return our boards to the rental shop before we grab a cab and ride back to the condobuilding.
I’m uneasy. Tense. Freakedout.
I feel like he’s emitting this powerful sexual energy, even as he just sits there next to me, glancing straightahead.
