“In my defense, you definitely touched me with your magic. A lesser man wouldn’t have survived at all.”
“A lesser man…pinche sirena.”
She was openly laughing now, perched on my chest like she’d won, which—fine—she had, this round. But then the heat returned to her eyes.
“Best two out of three, Tibby?” Her legs pulsed just a tiny bit as she said it.
“As long as you don’t call me that.”
She smirked, crawling backward. She licked her lips, and mycock twitched again despite the mess inside my shorts as she slid her hand over the laces.
Her grip was sure and slightly mean, which—I was learning things about myself in this van. Her thumb dragged over the head of my cock, and the entire length of me jumped in her palm. She smiled, a real smile, and it was entirely at my expense.
Worth it.
But before she could go any further, the back doors of the van flew open, and she screamed.
“CHASE! Derek is looking—oh, damn!”
Tanner’s eyes immediately locked on Selena, who was desperately trying to cover her naked bottom half with what looked like a gym bag.
“My bad, dude! I forgot the first rule. When the van’s a-rocking?—”
“Tanner, if you don’t get the fuck out of here in the next two seconds?—”
He sheepishly closed the van doors, mumbling, “Derek is looking for you.”
The van doors clicked shut, and I glanced back over at Selena, who was beet red. But her eyes were darting around the van, maybe really taking it in for the first time.
“Sorry about that, baby. I swear these guys have no concept of privacy…”
But she wasn’t listening. Her eyes locked onto one of the half-drunk bottles of RipTide before sliding over all our boards and landing back on me.
“He called you Chase.”
Shit. I guess the jig was up.
“Well, that’s my name. Kinda hurt you didn’t ask before we?—”
She scrambled back over to me, grabbing my face like she was seeing me for the first time.
“Chase…Are you fucking Chase Perez?”
“Actually, I think you were about to be fucking ChasePerez…”
She pulled away from me, and I thought I heard her mutter, “Of course he fucking is.”
That…wasn’t what I expected.
Normally, one of two things happened. Either people were all over me, fawning, or they were telling me what a piece of shit I was for what I’d done to surfing’s reputation. She was trying to run away. The shark in me latched onto that immediately, no longer sated.
I watched her tug on her swimsuit bottoms, disappointed as my new favorite place in the whole world disappeared.
“You know, normally it’s the ‘shark shifter’ part of the ‘pro surfer shark shifter’ that freaks people out.”
“This is Crescent Cove. I’ve known shifters my whole life.”
“So it’s the surfing that freaks you out?”
