“Fucking leads to relationships. Relationships are distractions. You don’t have time for distractions if you want to survive Leviathans. I needyou to be focused one hundred percent on your training. You’re not focusing on your goals if you’re out chasing tail or worrying about some chick breaking your heart.”
That made sense, actually.
I nodded as I followed him into the lean-to, where he slapped his board into the rack next to my boards.
Oookayyy. Guess he was keeping his boards here now.
“Alright. I can do that.”
I think…
Fuck. That was the one rule that was going to be the hardest.
I thought of Blake and how likely it was that Turtle was going to be on a mission to get in her pants. Usually, we acted as each other’s wingmen. It was going to be hard to explain to Turtle why I couldn’t join him in the great chase for pussy… especially without being able to tell him about Riddick.
Riddick shot me a skeptical look and raised an eyebrow as if he doubted I could do it.
I scowled.
“Don’t look at me like that. I can do it! I can still jerk off, right?”
He cocked his head to the side.
“I’ll let you make that decision on your own.”
“What doesthatmean?” I asked, my mouth hanging open.
“It means exactly what you think it means,” he said, turning away from me and walking back out onto the beach.
“I don’t know what I think it means! Why’d you say it like that? Are you trying to tell me I can’t fuckorjack off?” I was scrambling to chase after him as he headed for my property line. He was already disappearing into the brush in nothing but his swim trunks by the time I caught up to him.
“Riddick!I’m twenty-one! If I can’t fuckorbeat off, I’m pretty sure my balls will explode!” I was calling after him as I chased him intothe brush.
“Ow, fuck!” I cried out as I stepped on a sharp rock. Grabbing my foot, I hopped up and down on one leg, scanning the overgrown ferns and palms for Riddick.
I couldn’t see him anymore. The only indication that he’d been there at all was the now distant rustle of branches as he wandered farther into the untamed land that surrounded my property.
Damn, he was fast.
He wasn’t even wearing shoes!
I glanced down at my foot, relieved to see that the rock hadn’t broken skin, though I might get a bruise.
That hurt like a bitch!
Did he seriously not want me to jack off?
My mind was spinning, and I didn’t know what to think.
Surely having the bluest balls on the planet would be just as bad of a distraction as a relationship?
I was probably totally misunderstanding him.
I shook my head and turned back, resolving to get ready for my shift instead of worrying about what Riddick meant by‘I’ll let you make that decision on your own.’
Why did he make it sound like a test?
Like, if I chose wrong, he wouldn’t train me?
