Page 57 of The Surfer

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RIPLEY

I’m lyingnext to Cove Finn. I, Ripley Sailor, am lying next to Cove freaking Finn in his bed. I can’t believe it.

A few weeks ago, we hated each other’s guts, and now he’s sleeping with me. He’s snoring peacefully next to me in his giant bed.

Cove Finn is sleeping next to me.

Wow. I can’t believe it.

We’d fallen into a deep sleep after our round of debauched fucking, and now it seems like I’m the first to wake.

Yep, he’s still asleep.

I turn to face the sleeping body of Cove and then I don’t dare move a muscle. I realize I don’t want to wake him; I just want to watch him doze away in that sweet way he’s currently doing. The cocky beast is still at last.

He’s sleeping next to me.

His body’s so vulnerable and so tranquil lying there in his fresh silk sheets. My heart is ready to burst just watching him doze, watching his chest rise and fall quietly.

I’m lying in bed next to Cove freaking Finn.

I reach my hand out to rest on his chest. I just want to feel him, I just want to touch his inviting body. His skin is warm.

This is a dream, but I’m living it.

As my hand lies on his firm chest, Cove’s eyes blink slowly open. His attention turns to me lying next to him. My heart skips a beat as his blue eyes rest on mine, his stare penetrating into my soul.

“Hello, American girl,” he coos softly.

“Hello,” I whisper back, not daring to break the quiet tension between us.

“Have I been asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been very naughty, you’ve made me tired,” he says, and I blush. Colour seeps into my cheeks as I hear his tough accent tenderly accuse me in a playful way. I like it.

“You don’t exactly give me an easy time either,” I reply.

“Oh, but it’s fun.”

“Is it?”

His eyes flick off mine and scans down the length of my naked body, taking it all in. “Oh, yes. The best fun I’ve had in a longtime.”

Damn.

My breathing stops when I hear that. I think of all the girls he must’ve had over his playboy days, and now he’s telling me I’ve been the best fun in a long time? Hope runs through my veins with the optimistic thought that I’m different from all the girls who’ve come before. I’m special in Cove’s eyes. He doesn’t know how those words affect me, or how they made me feel.

Can this moment get any more magical?

I ruffle my hand through his blonde hair. He’s all salty from the ocean and so evenly tanned from a lifetime under the Australian sun. He’s my golden boy. My surfer.

My lover.

“Well, that was also a lot of fun for me,” I say, and it’s true, my body has not even begun to recover from the sex session we’d just had. My pussy is still soaking wet and my body is radiating with that pleasurable after-sex glow. With just his two fingers and a delicate touch, he’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before.