Page 15 of The Surfer

“Cove,” Sandy spluttered at her younger brother. “You’re naked.”

He slowly looks down at his exposed swaying cock and then back up at us. He smiles a broad cocky smile, realizing the situation at last.

“So, it appears I am,” he replies without a care in the world.

I can’t believe him. He’s smirking. He’s nakedand the first thing he thought to do is smirk at us?

What’s going on? Who is this guy to not care he’s naked in front of his sister and a stranger?

I can’t move I’m so surprised at what I’m seeing. Cove’s exposed body. It’s the last thing I’ve expected to come across on a bright early Australian morning after days of flying across the globe.

Especially Cove’s dick swinging between his legs.

I’ve never seen a cock so thick and long in all my life, the thing is massive.

No wonder Cove has a big ego when he has such a... big… member.

And Cove follows his older sister in the looks department. She’s stunning but, my God, he’s absolutely gorgeous. And now he’s standing, completely naked, in front of me. I can see everything.

Everything.

No wonder he’s able to score a new girl every night when he has a body like that. He has that typical laidback Aussie surfer look. His wavy bleach-blonde hair is messed to fuckable perfection, his skin is tanned from days in the sun and years spent in the salty ocean, his body is built like a Greek statue, all athleticism, and toned curves. The sharp shape of his jawline is to die for. His abs are defined and popped out; all I want to do is touch them. Feel their solid shape with my own hands. His biceps ripple with every movement of his arms. His legs are slender and muscular.

The sight of his perfect body does things to mine that I haven’t felt for a long time. Something stirs within me.

No, Ripley.

Remember what Sandy’s described him as. Who he is. What he does.

He’s a bad guy, but he’s everything you think of when you think of a muscular Aussie surfer boy. Completely and totally irresistible to a geeky girl from Queens.

And, best of all, his eyes are a piercing blue that makes my heart flutter when he looks at me.

And he is looking at me.

He’s staring at me with a penetrating glare. He isn't interested in his sister at all.

He’s interested in me.

His stare is focused entirely on me. Just me.

Why is he finding me so interesting?

“And why the fuck are you naked, Cove?” Sandy asks, her voice becoming more and more incredulous with every word she utters. She’s using her proper big-sister voice.

Cove shrugs. “I thought you are at work, sis. Not my fault you’re seeing me like this, you know I don’t really care about clothes at the best of times.”

He should’ve been looking at Sandy, but all his attention remains on me.

His bright blue eyes remain on me.

His accent fills my ears like golden syrup, and I can just lose myself in his broad voice. A rough, strong, deep Aussie accent that I feel resonating through my chest.

My body shudders. Yeah, he’s definitely attractive alright, but I can see he’s trouble. Real trouble. The dangerous kind. The kind I shouldn’t be involved in.

Just as I’ve thought when Sandy has described him to me. A bad boy.

The alarm bells in my mind are triggering, telling me that he’s dangerous and not to be played with. I’ll only get burned.