Seth
Watchingher walk away was hard. Like really, really hard. Hard enough that I couldn’t hide the way my boardies were tenting in the front as my eyes stayed glued to her arse in those skin-tight, water-soaked tights. I’d always considered myself a boob man, but watching her peach-shaped arse bounce as she jogged down the beach had me reconsidering everything I knew.
As much as I wanted to watch her for as long as I could, people were already staring. The last thing I needed was them thinking I was some kind of creeper. Heading back to where my board had been left on the sand, I tucked it under my arm, grabbed my stuff, and headed for home. I’d had enough excitement for one day. I wasn’t sure I’d survive much more.
Sliding my feet into my thongs, I walked through the car park staring at the ground beneath my feet. Almost drowning hadn’t been fun. In fact, it’d been downright terrifying. Especially since everything happened so quickly. One second I was standing up, for the first time I was standing to my full height, then next thing I know I was caught in the wash, being tossed around like I was in a washing machine. I remember kicking my legs, trying to get to the surface as my lungs screamed for air. I remember swallowing the water. So much saltwater, then my board had bounced around and bashed me on the head. Everything after that became a little hazy.
The next thing I knew there was a guy I’d never seen before hovering over me, his mouth wide as he ducked his head coming towards me. Once I’d coughed up all the sand and water I’d swallowed, I managed to ask what happened. That’s when they explained that the chick with the best arse I’d seen in years had swum out and saved me. I almost choked again, this time on my own tongue.
“Which chick?” I asked as I sat up, my head spinning.
“That one.” One of the guys who’d helped me pointed out a girl who looked like she was still in her clothes, soaked head to toe and a little cold.
Scrambling to my feet, I shook their hand, thanked them again and took off after her. If she was responsible for saving my life then I needed to say thank you. It was who I was. Who my mum raised me to be. She’d kick my arse all the way back to Melbourne if she knew I didn’t use my manners. Actually, she’d probably kick my arse anyway if she found out I’d almost drowned trying to learn to surf.
“Wait up!” I’d called out.
My throat was scratchy and sore, probably from the amount of saltwater I’d gargled in the last twenty minutes.
When she stopped and turned towards me, I gulped deeply. While her arse was pure perfection, from the front she was just as good. Her long blonde hair hung limply over her shoulders stopping just above her tits, and I’d never been more thankful. Nothing should ever block them from view. They were the perfect, perky handful and my hands itched to touch them. The way her tank top clung to her like a second skin had my cock coming back to life. But it was her ice blue eyes that did me in. They were the most incredible shade of electric blue and filled with something I didn’t quite understand, but damn did I want to.
Every word that stumbled out of my mouth was clumsy and dumb. I don’t think it was actually possible to make myself look much more like a loser if I’d tried.
A horn blasted behind me, and I moved further onto the shoulder of the road. I don’t know if it was the surfing, the almost drowning or running into the future Mrs Masters on the beach, but I was beyond exhausted, and I hadn’t even had breakfast yet.
Turning into the driveway, I leant my board up against the house and headed around the back. All I could think about was a hot shower, some food, and a quick nap before I headed to training. But when Elise waved at me through the kitchen window my plans were shot to shit.
“Join us for breakfast?” she sung out chirpily.
“Let me just grab a quick shower, and I’ll be in,” I replied.
“No worries. But Luca’s cooking bacon, eggs, and waffles so…”
“So, I better get my arse moving before you eat the lot?” I finished for her, earning me a giant grin as I stepped into the laundry and headed up the back steps to my bathroom.
Luca Conti was my coach, and Elise his fiancée. When I’d been recruited for the Sydney-based team, I signed on the dotted line before I even thought about what it would mean. I knew exactly two people in Sydney. My brother and his girlfriend. But they lived over an hour away from my new club base and navigating Sydney’s traffic each day was the last thing I wanted to do. Thankfully, Coach must’ve felt sorry for me and offered me his spare room until I found my feet. That was four weeks ago, and I never wanted to move out.
It wasn’t so much the having someone cook for me or do my laundry or even clean my bathroom, it was the location that had me wanting to never leave. It was a block from the beach, five minutes from the club, and only an easy train ride to the city.
Stripping off, I dropped my wet shorts on the tiles and stepped under the spray. After a quick rinse to get the salt and sand off, I climbed out wrapping my towel around my waist. Ignoring the stubble on my chin, I sauntered into the bedroom, dropped the towel, and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Impressed with what I saw, I flexed my muscles and couldn’t help but smile. I don’t give a toss what anyone says, especially Bryce. I’d worked bloody hard for these muscles; I was going to appreciate them.
“Masters! Stop looking at your pretty-boy face in the mirror and get your arse down here if you want to eat,” Luca’s voice echoed up the stairs.
Today was our first day of training after the Christmas break and my first with the team. I’d been recruited late, and even though I wasn’t about to admit it, I was nervous as fuck. The last thing I needed was to have Luca riding my arse before we even made it out the front door.
Pulling on some sweats, I snagged a t-shirt and headed downstairs and into the kitchen following the scent of bacon. Rounding the corner, I walked in on a reminder of why, as much as I loved this place, I couldn’t stay. Luca had Elise pinned to the kitchen sink. Her hands were wrist-deep in a sink full of suds and his hands, well let’s just say I couldn’t see exactly what his hands were doing underneath her dress. Thank fuck.
Clearing my throat to let them know I was there, Luca stepped back, a smug smirk on his face like he didn’t give a toss. I didn’t blame him. Elise was fucking awesome. She was a primary school teacher, had the funniest friends, and put up with not only Luca’s grumpy arse but had welcomed me into her home without blinking.
Elise’s cheeks were pink, but she shook it off. “How was the surf this morning?”
“Not bad.”
“It was supposed to be a pretty decent swell,” Luca added, a mouthful of muffin.
“It was.”
“What aren’t you telling me?” Elise probed.
