Hard Edge - Tess Oliver Page 0,35

her pussy rubbed against my hand.

I dipped my finger into her, waiting for her response. She opened her thighs wider, in a silent plea for more. I pushed my fingers into her as she ground her clit again the heel of my hand. It took her only seconds. She clutched my arms and her erotic whimpers floated around the kitchen as she came.

Kenna rested against me with a satisfied sigh. I removed my hand and turned her around in my arms. She pressed her face against me as I held her.

“You were saying something about having a hard time?” I asked.

“Oh, shut up.” She cuddled closer. “Guess it wasn’t me, after all.”

“Let’s see if teaching you to surf is just as easy.” I kissed her again. “And no tunic and leggings. Bikini only, Trinket. And it better be fucking skimpy.”

“It’s not,” she teased as she walked over to her duffle bag. “I believe in leaving something to the imagination.”

“Said the girl who just parted her legs for me in the kitchen.”

A pink blush covered her cheeks. “Oh my god, you haven’t changed one bit. In fact, if it’s possible, you might be even more cocky.” She picked up her duffle and looked down the short hallway. There were two bedroom doors. She looked back at me over her shoulder. “Which room were you entertaining your last guest in?”

“The one on the right.”

“Great. See you in a few minutes.” She walked down the hallway, making sure to wiggle her ass as she walked into the bedroom on the left.

Chapter 14

Kenna

To call it a wave would have been generous. It was more just a mass of frothy sea water that had bulged up above the surface. Still, I’d managed not only to hop from my stomach to my feet, like Caden had shown me, but somehow, I’d stayed balanced on top of the surfboard as it coasted to shore. I jumped off before getting too close to the people wading near the shoreline. The leash yanked at my foot, and the board sprang back my direction.

I turned the nose of the board back around and smiled proudly at my extremely hot surf instructor. He waved for me to come back but then swam to meet me half way. I was thankful. My arms were fatigued from all the paddling. In fact, my whole body, including the skin on my belly which was now chafed from the sand on the board, and my sinuses, now sore from sucking in cold salt water, seemed to be telling me it was time to head to shore.

It felt as if everything had been turned upside down this morning after I’d broken it off with Jeremy and then had to confess the news to my parents. I’d climbed into Caden’s truck asking myself just what the hell I was doing. But it didn’t take long for me to tuck away those nagging questions. I was having a blast hanging out with Caden. I refused to feel guilty or bad about it.

Caden reached me and the unwieldy surfboard just before I lost my last bit of strength. I was dead tired from it all. He seemed to sense it the second he reached me. He grabbed my board and patted the top of it. “Climb up here, Trinket. You look bone weary. You did great for your first time on the board. Of course, I expected it.”

I used my hands to hoist myself up, but my arms were shaky. Caden pushed his hand under my bottom for a boost.

I straddled the board and smiled down at him. “You’re a good instructor. Who knew? Maybe you should be a teacher. You’ve got a lot of patience.”

He had a good laugh at my suggestion.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. “All the girl students would be sitting up front gazing dreamy eyed at the teacher and not learning a damn thing.”

The sea, salt and sun were causing the rash on my belly to burn. I looked down at the bright pink skin. Caden noticed it for the first time.

“Jeez, Kenna, I didn’t see that rash. I should have had you wear a t-shirt. Guess I was having so much fun looking at you in your bikini I forgot.” He was genuinely upset. Jeremy would have given me a lecture about it. He would have feigned concern, but he would have lectured me anyhow.

“I forgive you, even if you had a slightly wicked motive. Actually, I forgive you more because you