Claire shrugged his arm off and bent down to pick up her wetsuit. Watching her bend over was hard, like riskily hard but I wasn’t about to complain. Biting my lip, I held in the groan.
“Got a wetsuit?” Warner asked, glaring at me. He’d obviously caught the way I’d been eye-fucking Claire and wasn’t impressed.
“Nope.”
“Gonna have to get one pretty boy.”
“Pretty boy?”
If this fucker wasn’t careful, I was going to wipe that pretty little smile off his pretty little face. Condescending prick.
“Boys!” Claire scolded, bouncing on her toes making her tits bounce. She had her wetsuit dangling around her hips and somehow, even though she was covering up all that smooth, tanned skin, she looked even more delectable. “Enough! Get your boards and get in the water.”
“We’ll wait for you,” I announced. There was no way I was going anywhere with this wanker without her.
“Go ahead, Seth. I’ll be right behind you,” Claire encouraged.
Feeling like this wasn’t a fight I could win, I tugged my shirt over my head, dropping it on the sand, emptied my pockets, and picked up my board. With one final look at Claire as she wriggled into the wetsuit, I reluctantly followed Warner down the beach and into the water.
He waited until we’d gotten through the breakers before he turned and asked the one thing that I could see burning in his mind.
“What’s the go with you and Claire?” He didn’t bother sugar-coating his question.
“I could ask you the same,” I replied smugly.
“Me and Claire. Ah yeah, nah. You’ve got the wrong idea there.” Warner chuckled as he climbed onto his board and started paddling.
“Didn’t look like it.”
“Claire’s my best mates’ little sister. We’re housemates,” he offered, seemingly unable to wipe the smile from his face.
“And that’s all?” I hated that I sounded like a needy, whiny bitch but it was what it was. I fucking hated people who played games. I wasn’t about to start now.
“Trust me, Isaac’d have my balls on a platter if I even thought about going there.”
“Right.”
“Don’t fool yourself. You might be a superstar on the soccer field, but you fuck Claire around and I can guarantee your balls won’t be safe either,” Warner pointed out.
“Are you two going to sit there gossiping all day, or are we going to surf?” Claire asked as she paddled past us smoothly.
By the time I dragged myself from the water I was feeling sore and sorry. Everything ached. I’d been dumped. Smacked up the side of the head by my board. My shoulders were sunburnt, and my ego battered and bruised. Claire, who I’d believed was a nice girl, turns out wasn’t so nice after all. She just laughed every time I did something dumb, which was about every five seconds.
Warner turned out to not be the dick I was expecting either. He’d actually been helpful and more than once, yanked me by the arm out of the whitewash while I gasped for air.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Claire asked hopefully.
The girl should’ve been an athlete. Standing on the board, I’d been knocked sideways when a wave hit and I’d been too busy eye-fucking Claire as she danced on the top of the wave looking so fucking graceful it almost killed me.
“I think I’m getting the hang of it,” I replied, feeling just a bit proud.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. You’re better than you were.” Warner chuckled.
“Couldn’t get much worse,” I grumbled.
“Oh, come on!” Claire wrapped her arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. I could feel her boob pressing against my arm and electricity passed through my entire body. “You did great! I didn’t even need to rescue you today.”
“Actually, speaking of rescuing me…”
