The front door slams behind me as I stroll inside to find Eli standing at the kitchen island in nothing but a pair of running shorts, a bottle of Gatorade in his hand, as he scrolls through the phone in his other.
“You just getting in or just getting up?” I ask, throwing my keys and phone on the counter.
“Up,” he says with a laugh, giving me a quick once-over as he adds, “Just getting home, I see. You stink of sex, you know.”
“Don’t be jealous,” I rib, flipping him off as I open the fridge, searching for something to eat before I head out for a surf.
Even though Kate, the girl from last night, asked me to stay and have breakfast with her, I didn’t, pretty much leaving after I’d fucked her again. Not that I was a dick about it or anything; I just don’t stay for things like breakfast.
Staying for breakfast implies stuff, and I am always crystal clear, whenever I pick someone up, that it is just sex and just fun. I’m not looking for a relationship, and that’s part of the reason I focus my attention on tourists.
Because I know they are leaving and they aren’t gonna stay and expect stuff from me that I don’t want to deliver. I like my life the way it is: surfing, hanging with my friends, working with my dad and brother, and fucking whoever I want. No expectations and absolutely no relationships.
Lisa is the only exception to that rule, but she and I are both on the same page when it comes to fucking and expectations and relationships, so she doesn’t count.
Besides, it’s not like we are a thing. We’re friends who fuck.
Fuck buddies. Nothing more.
And we’re both happy with that.
Eli laughs, shaking his head at me as he says, “Not even close to being jealous, Kai. Not exactly struggling in the getting laid department, you know.” He waves a hand over himself as if to make a point, and I have to admit, he’s probably right.
Dude is fucking ripped from all the training he does in his job as a firefighter. A job he’s been doing on Oahu for the better part of a year before coming back to Maui recently.
It’s cool he did. Not just because it gave me a new option for a housemate after my little brother finally pulled his head out of his ass and won his girl back, buying and renovating a house for her before moving in with her like the sad domesticated sap he now is.
Eli is also a really cool guy. He’s a couple of years older than me, but we went to the same school, and he’s Owen’s cousin, so I’ve known him since we were kids.
“Take it that’s what you were doing last night then?” he now asks with a grin.
“You know it,” I reply.
“So, who was the chick?”
Chuckling, I glance over at him. “Bachelorette party, one of the bridesmaids.”
“Jesus,” Eli says with a laugh. “You’re hopeless.”
My grin widens as I hold my arms out. “Nope, the ladies just love me.”
He lets out another laugh, his head falling back as he throws his phone onto the counter. “I think it’s more a case of the tourists seeing you as a bucket-list fantasy item. Screw the hot surfer guy and take a story home to the mainland.”
“Meh, works for me,” I say with a shrug. “Not looking for anything more, anyway.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Eli replies, finishing off his Gatorade. “Much as I’m glad my cousin finally got his girl, relationships are for pussies, and I certainly don’t need one to get my fill of pussy.”
“Preaching to the converted, dude,” I say, holding out my hand for a fist bump. “My little brother is so pathetic these days, it’s nauseating. I’m actually glad I don’t live with him and Daze anymore,” I say, even though we both know that’s not entirely true.
I might not want a relationship like Miles has, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him and Daze and am beyond happy they’re back together again. It was fucking shit watching them fall apart and even worse watching that asshole so-called friend of his move in on Miles’ girl.
And while he might have taken his time getting her back, now that they are back together, I know it’s the real deal.
The two of them are beyond sappy, head over heels in love. They’re engaged, for fuck’s sake.
Eli laughs. “Well, at least we’re staying the course,” he says.
“Someone’s gotta,” I reply with a shrug. “So, you working today?”
