rumbled off the sandstone walls, the acoustic vibrations almost studio quality in the confined space. He moved closer, his colossal form blocking most of the sun streaming in the entrance, but what remained silhouetted him, lending more mysticism to his already godlike aura.
“I don’t think you touching me is a good idea.” I gulped, remembering what had happened the last time he’d offered to help me.
“Probably right.” He came closer, beams of light cascading into the darkness in his wake as if he commanded it. Not a sea god, but a sun god. “If I touch your soft skin, it’s not going to be surfing that I’ll have in mind.”
“Don’t,” I said, breathing hard. If he touched me, I would give in.
“Don’t tell you how sexy you are.” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell you how much I want you. Don’t tell you I couldn’t sleep at all last night because I was thinking about you.”
He placed his hands on my arms, gripping them firmly. The skin-to-skin connection sizzling, he swept his appreciative gaze over me. My body reacted as if he’d stripped me naked. Beneath my bikini, my breasts swelled, my nipples puckered, and my pussy throbbed.
“Journey, I—”
“I want you back in my bed, Lotus.” He growled low, and I felt it between my legs. “Don’t you want that too?”
“Yes, I do.” I responded honestly without thinking, a problem for me whenever he was around.
“Right.” His eyes flaring, he walked me backward.
With only one leg inside my wet suit, I dragged the rest of it along with me. It would have been comical, except I was too turned on to be amused.
“Gonna kiss you,” Journey said, and my body flashed hot in anticipation.
I placed my hands on his chest, a wall harder than the sandstone one behind me. Drawing me to him by my upper arms, he lowered his head. I aimed my mouth for his chiseled lips. His thick mustache brushed my skin first, making it tingle, and then my lips.
His mouth touched mine, a press of his firm lips to my softly compliant ones. Together, they were a seamless perfect fit. I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensations. My entire body was molten, my skin stretched too thin to contain all the heat inside me.
“Open,” he said softly, and I did.
His breath was a stream of air in my mouth before his tongue filled it. My legs trembled as our tongues danced together to an erotic tune. I clutched his arms. His muscles were solid steel, his skin coppery but hot, like it had absorbed all the heat of the sun.
“Lotus!” Cork shouted.
Journey and I broke apart. Well, our mouths unfused, and I stared up at him in wonder. Every kiss he gave me was more potent than the last. Holding me by my upper arms, he stared down at me as if he were starving. For me.
“This isn’t over,” Journey rasped.
His grip on my upper arms was even tighter than it had been before. His hair shadowed his eyes. But even with the shadows, I could tell that they glowed with an intensity that matched my own.
“C’mon, guys!” Cork shouted again. “Let’s surf!”
“No, it’s not over,” I said low to Journey, not shying away from the truth. His desire was my desire. Why shouldn’t I kiss Journey or do whatever the hell I wanted while Saber considered whether I was worth his time or not? “But not here.”
“Come to my apartment tonight.” Journey’s eyes narrowed. “After Cork’s asleep.”
His apartment. I remembered Tess. Was it my turn tonight?
“I don’t think that would be—”
“Don’t think,” he said quickly. “Come. I’ll leave my door unlocked. You won’t even have to knock, just come on in. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Storm
LOTUS POPPED UP into her stance, her form on the board nearly as flawless as her brother’s. Straddling my board, I floated on the surface of the water like Cork did, both of us watching her.
I followed her intently, noting everything. Her long braid, the crease of concentration between her brows, her outstretched slender arms, her shapely legs slightly bent, and the turn of her hips as she cut back hard, unleashing her fins.
“You like my sister,” Cork said.
“Yes, I do.” I gave him an emotionally honest reply like she would without glancing away from her. Currently, she was hopping on her board, pumping the last bit of power from her wave.
“Thank you for being honest.”
I turned away from watching Lotus’s tits bounce to look at her brother, feeling