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my toes and cut through the wave like a professional. Okay, maybe not, but I’d like to think I looked good out there. I rode the wave, feeling amazed instead of scared as the height of the wave rose to form a bluish-green water wall behind and around me. I put out my hand, dragging it through the frothy water wall before topping out and going under.
    I broke through the surface, water pelting down on my hair and back like rain as I gasped and rubbed my eyes. My board bobbed to the surface, tethered securely by the leash, and I grabbed it. I spotted Asher giving me a huge thumbs-up and began a leisurely stroke toward him lying flat on his gun board.
    “I’m getting better,” I said, treading water beside his board.
    “You still stink,” he said, swiping the hair out of his eyes. The usually auburn locks were dark with water, almost black, and curled around his neck in waves.
    Suddenly I felt this crazy fondness for him. He was probably as messed up as I was, but he was true and real. Something in my eyes must have changed, because he leaned in, pressing wet, cold lips to mine.
    When he pulled away, his eyes were dark and serious. “You want to?”
    “Still romantic as ever.” I grinned.
    He blushed, and if my answer hadn’t been yes before, it was now.
    “Why not?”

Chapter 4
     
    T HERE WAS nothing slow and gentle about the way we came together. He backed me into his door, hands in my shorts, secure on my behind.
    “God, you must have the greatest ass,” he groaned somewhere near my ear. Must be, since his hands hadn’t left it in over five minutes. “So soft and round—the most fucking perfect bubble butt I’ve ever fucked.”
    All right, so I guess we know who’s going to bottom, then.
    “Shut it, Romeo. I’m not here for poetry,” I deadpanned before claiming his mouth with mine.
    Our mouths were open and hot as they meshed against each other and his tongue dueled with mine. He pushed me back against the wall hard enough to make me wince, and I bit into his shoulder as he shoved my shorts down to my feet and began jacking me off. There was no other word for it, because Asher was no romantic. He knew what he wanted, and he went straight for it. There was no buildup. No foreplay. Sometimes I wanted to tell him that there was something in between my dick and my lips, but not today. Remnants of my dream still lingered in my mind. Today I wanted it just as hard and dirty as he could give it. And if I was thinking of Jordan fucking me while he did it, well, so what of it?
    He pointed to the shorts pooled around my ankles. “Off,” he demanded, always the wordsmith, and I stepped out of them.
    I allowed him to push me over the arm of the couch and rolled my eyes at his groan at the sight of me, facedown on the soft leather, bubble butt high in the air. I don’t know where he got the lube, but I felt a squirt somewhere in the region of my backside and ground my teeth at his lack of consideration. I had to try hard not to let annoyance ruin my mood, but apparently my erection had no hard feelings. This was nothing new. He was a good person, but Asher looked out for Asher. Always. I held out my hand for the lube, and he slapped it in my palm.
    I know it was popular with some, but there was no way he was getting inside me without any prep, even if I had to do it myself.
    “Condom,” I reminded him, ignoring his groan as he began digging through the side table.
    I squirted the cool lube over my fingertips and circled my rimmed entrance leisurely before easing a finger past the grasping muscle. Just that little bit and my head was suddenly hanging down between my shoulders as I lost myself in the sensation. I’d always been a sucker for anal play, and from the way the sound of rummaging ceased, I realized Asher was too.
    “Let me,” he said hoarsely, palming one of the globes of my butt, watching my fingers disappear inside my hole. I pushed his hand off.
    “Condom,” I said huskily, not wanting to get