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“We don’t get sharks here. It’s too cold,” he says with a shrug. “And most of the people who get attacked by sharks are idiots who don’t listen to the warnings. It’s their ocean,” he adds, gesturing to the screen. “You’ve got to respect it.”
I’m impressed by the passion in his voice, and once again I have the thought that this is something he should be doing for a living. Maybe not surfing, butsomethingon or to do with the ocean. Having met his parents, however, I can see now why he’d be reluctant to make that jump.
“If you say so,” I say with a wry chuckle. “But just so you know, it’s going to be a long time before you get me back in the surf.”
He arches a brow at me, his lips formed into a teasing smirk. “Oh, and they don’t have predators in calm water as well? What about crocs? Or snakes?”
“I’ve never seen a croc in the Murray,” I point out.
“And I’ve never seen a shark at Bell’s.”
I give a wry shake of my head and figure it’s best to call it even. I wince as, on the screen, a massive shark dives out of the water and tears a seal to pieces. “Urgh, that’s messed up.”
“That’s nature,” Jack says with a shrug.
“Nature’s gross. Let’s watch some porn instead.”
22
Jack
“Iwant to try fisting.”
Alastor’s jaw practically hits the floor at my pronouncement. It’s actually pretty hilarious. “You want to trywhat?”He rubs his eyes, as though considering the possibility that he might still be asleep and this could be a dream.
I shrug. “Fisting. It’s on the list.”
“Yeah, but I sort of figured that’d be one we left off. Like stranger sex.”
“Actually, I’ve already crossed that one off.”
Alastor stares at me and I see a flicker of...is that jealousy in his eyes? Surely not. “When?” he demands. “We’ve been fucking pretty much non-stop for almost a month. When the hell did you have time to go pick up a stranger?”
I quirk a brow at him. “Upset I didn’t bring you with me?”
He just lets out a weird, disgruntled grumble that reminds me he’s not a morning person, especially not on the weekends. “Jeez, chill out. Anyone would think you actually cared if I hooked up with someone else.”
Alastor hits me with a narrow-eyed glare before stalking into the kitchen to rummage through the cupboards. “I don’tcare,” he says, slamming a box ofCorn Flakesonto the bench and sending bits of yellow cereal flying all over the place. “I’m just...concerned. If you’re having sex with someone else, especially some random stranger, you should tell me. What if he had herpes? Or the clap?”
I roll my eyes and make my way over to the bench, tugging the cereal box out of Alastor’s grasp before more flakes go flying. “Okay, before you work yourself into a huff. Or...more of a huff,” I say with a pointed brow raise, “let me clarify. I didn’t hook up with some random stranger. It wasfigurativestranger sex.”
Alastor stares at me in obvious confusion. “Like...you imagined it?”
“No, I mean it wasn’t a literal stranger. It was you,” I explain, feeling as though this should have been obvious from the start.
“How the fuck does that work? We’ve known each other for twenty years.”
“Yes, but we didn’t reallyknoweach other, did we?” I point out. “You said yourself your perception of me was skewed.”
“I guess...” he agrees, clearly reluctant.
“So,figurativelywe were strangers until recently.”
He eyes me sceptically. “Seems like a really big
loophole.”
“Would you rather I have sex with an actual herpes-
