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For a second, I get distracted by the way her nipples are standing at attention beneath the fabric of her striped bikini, and I wish she had opted to wear a wetsuit.
I’m in a fucking foul mood, and the way that bikini clings to her curves every time she falls off her board isn’t helping me calm down, so I take it out on her. “We have a fucking race to win, Greer! Everything is riding on you being able to stay on that board, catch a wave, and surf to shore without falling off. We don’t expect anything fancy or any acrobatics from you, the guys and I will have that covered, but we need four people on the team, and if you can’t hold up your end of the deal, we might as well give up now!”
She lowers her gaze, muttering an apology, and I have “sorry” on the tip of my own tongue. It isn’t Greer’s fault we’re in a desperate situation. She’s done nothing but help. It isn’t her fault that the shop on Main Street just sold out all the gear we needed, and I had to spend my only day off driving to Shell Cove and Bridgeport to buy all our new stuff, using the money we got from her. I’m exhausted and cranky as fuck because Carly’s father took a great deal of pleasure letting me know that he sold the surfboards originally meant for us to Tristan and his team of douchebags.
“Again!” I demand, sitting on my own board and watching Greer stand on her board as soon as she senses a suitable wave. She repeats the exact same mistake she’s been making all evening, and the sun is about to set, so we don’t have much time to practice more today. I paddle to where her board is floating on the water, my heart skipping a beat when she doesn’t immediately pop up.
I’m almost ready to dive for her when her blonde head emerges right next to me.
“What part of don’t lean too much and bend your knees don’t you get?” I scold her.
To my shock, this time Greer doesn’t apologize. She grabs her board and storms out of the water, not even looking at me.
I chase after her like a fury from hell. “Greer!” I hiss, grabbing her by the elbow. “Don’t walk away from me while I’m talking to you. Especially when you keep making the same stupid mistake!”
She turns to look at me, shrugging me off. “Did someone piss in your cereal today, Matt? Tell me, because I’m sick of the way you’re treating me.”
What the fuck? “And I’m sick of repeating myself when you clearly aren’t making an effort.”
She charges into me, pushing on my chest with both hands, doing it again when I don’t budge. “I’m not making an effort? Are you fucking kidding me?” she roars with so much fire in her blue eyes that I’m instantly hard.
This is the thing with Greer. Her hard, feisty side is even more of a turn-on than the soft curves of her body.
“Just so you know, Matt, learning how to surf and be fucking race ready in a few weeks isn’t my idea of a summer vacation! But I’ve agreed because you were desperate for a fourth team member. I’ve been busting my ass to save yours, and you better fucking remember it before I decide to drop you on it!”
Fuck, she’s right. And fuck, she’s so gorgeous that I don’t even think about the agreement I have with the guys that we need to stay away from the boss’s daughter. I don’t think about how different we are and how high the potential is for screwing this up for good. No, I don’t even think about how out of my fucking league Greer Manning really is because that fire in her is so bright and hot that all I want is to burn myself by getting too close.
My lips are on hers before she can utter another angry word. I attack her mouth with so much desire that our kiss is a violent clash of mouths and teeth as our tongues battle against each other.
I grab two handfuls of that toned, perfect ass of hers, pulling her soft body against my hard one and dragging her against my erection. I’m not thinking about what a stupid idea this is right now and that I have everything to lose in this deal.
If I don’t get to kiss her and touch her, if I don’t get to be inside Greer Manning, I feel like I’m going to stop breathing.
Greer doesn’t protest, and she doesn’t push me away. She kisses me back with just as much fire as she had when she was yelling at me, and she goes willingly when I pull her down with me on the cold sand.
My lips taste the salt on the skin of her neck as I close my hands over the perfect globes of her tits, grinding my hips to make her feel what she’s fucking doing to me.
She wraps her thighs around me, moaning as I bite my way down her shoulder, headed toward the soft skin of her chest.
I’m about to bury my face in her tits, but rustling noises coming from the shrubs that border this portion of the beach stop me in my tracks.
I act on pure instinct, covering Greer with my body just in time as the voices of two arguing people reach us seconds before Greer’s older sister emerges from the thicket of bushes, followed by the young Aldridge.
“No!” she yells, swatting him away and attempting to fix the torn strap of her dress. “It doesn’t fucking work like this, Tris! You can’t ignore me all day and then expect to get a quick fuck when whoever you were after decided to ditch you! I’m just as much of a catch as you are, and I deserve to be treated with a little respect. I’m wife material, in case you haven’t noticed, Tristan!”
I feel Greer stiffening underneath me, and I make sure to silence her by pressing my lips against hers. Those two are so busy arguing that they haven’t noticed they aren’t alone.
“Oh come on, Chel! Don’t be a fucking cock tease! You’ve been throwing yourself at me from the second I arrived, and when I finally decide to take you up on your offer, you decide to play hard to get.”
Chelsea crosses her arms over her chest. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Tristan snorts. “Really? Are you really acting like you haven’t been offering me your pussy on a silver platter from the first night I got here? Like you weren’t rubbing your foot against mine at dinner on that first night?”
She turns away from him, clearly offended. “It might be so, but you’ve been chasing my fat sister the entire time. And now—”
The douche laughs. “You can bet your skinny ass I have! Your parents have been parading both of you in front of me to choose which one I want to get hitched to. Our old men obviously want their partnership to go beyond business. It would be a little pathetic if you two weren’t the best-looking chicks my parents have tried to shove down my fucking throat. I’m definitely going to consider one of you, my old man wants me to get married after graduation next year.”
His explanation doesn’t seem to appease Chelsea Manning. “I know the deal, and I know my parents expect me to marry well. What I don’t like is being treated as second fiddle to my boring, fat sister and then having you expect me to put out!”
