can think about is your sister!”
“Well, I’m worried.”
“There’s no reason to be worried. She’s a big girl. Let her find her own way. You can’t protect her from everything.”
He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“Fine. If you don’t want a piece of this, I’m washing off my make up and putting on my sweatpants.”
Derek sighed then came to her. “I’m sorry. My head is elsewhere right now.”
She rubbed his arms. “After what Cheyenne went through with Ryder, she isn’t looking for anything serious. So let her have fun. Let her date some rich guy even if it goes nowhere. Let her figure out what she wants.”
“You make it sound so easy. “He stared at her, not really seeing her. “Why can’t she be with Bryce? Or why did Bryce have to turn her down? That guy ruined everything.”
“Just stay out of it,” she said firmly. “You don’t want to overwhelm her to the point where she doesn’t come to you for anything.”
“You’re right…I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She rubbed his chest. “Now let’s get in bed. I’ll get your mind off of it.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
She led him into the bedroom then pulled his clothes off. Then she pushed him on the bed. “I want to be on top tonight.”
He gripped her thighs. “I like it when you’re on top. You have a great rack.”
She slipped him inside of her, making him moan. And he completely forgot about Cheyenne and her love life.
Derek and Paola went to the beach the next morning with their surfboards. Derek was tired since he didn’t sleep much the night before. Paola was fine. She could function on no sleep and be perfectly normal.
When they arrived, they grabbed their boards and headed to the sand. Other surfers were there, paddling in the water and riding the waves. Paola took off her shorts and t-shirt, standing in a pink bikini. Her large breasts and toned ass stood out. An anklet made of yarn was around her ankle, and a gold necklace hung around her throat.
Derek eyed her while he took off his shirt, feeling his cock harden. Sometimes surfing with her was distracting. He wished she wore board shorts and a t-shirt but he wasn’t stupid enough to tell her what to wear. She picked up her board and headed to the water.
Derek removed his shorts and dropped his keys on the ground.
“Hey.” Thatcher came to him, his hair wet.
“The waves are good?”
“They’re perfect right now.” He shoved his board into the sand, standing it upright. “But then again, they always seem to be just about right.”
“How’s it going with Nancy?”
“Good.” His tone was slightly off.
Derek cocked an eyebrow. “Is their trouble in paradise?”
He didn’t react physically. His face was guarded and his shoulders conveyed nothing. “I hired a young female assistant and Nancy was threatened by her.”
“Nancy?” Derek asked incredulously. “She’s not really the jealous type.”
Thatcher rested one hand on his board. “Ever since Grace came to me, she’s been a little…off.”
“Oh.” Now Derek understood. “I guess I can get that.”
“I wished she trusted me though.”
“She does, man. Don’t worry about that. After everything I did to her, can you really blame her?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “Because I’m not you.”
He didn’t take the insult seriously. “I know Paola trusts me but she wouldn’t want me hanging out with a hot girl all the time. I think anyone would feel that way. If Sydney were doing research with a single guy, Coen wouldn’t let that fly. It’s nothing personal.”
“I suppose.” He still seemed down about it. “She said I can keep the assistant but it just shocks me how insecure she is. She’s afraid someone will take me away from her.”
“Again…you can blame me. Nancy wasn’t like that before I came along. Sorry about that…”
“It’s okay. But she and I are different. We’re soul mates. By definition, there is no one
“Well, I’m worried.”
“There’s no reason to be worried. She’s a big girl. Let her find her own way. You can’t protect her from everything.”
He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“Fine. If you don’t want a piece of this, I’m washing off my make up and putting on my sweatpants.”
Derek sighed then came to her. “I’m sorry. My head is elsewhere right now.”
She rubbed his arms. “After what Cheyenne went through with Ryder, she isn’t looking for anything serious. So let her have fun. Let her date some rich guy even if it goes nowhere. Let her figure out what she wants.”
“You make it sound so easy. “He stared at her, not really seeing her. “Why can’t she be with Bryce? Or why did Bryce have to turn her down? That guy ruined everything.”
“Just stay out of it,” she said firmly. “You don’t want to overwhelm her to the point where she doesn’t come to you for anything.”
“You’re right…I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She rubbed his chest. “Now let’s get in bed. I’ll get your mind off of it.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
She led him into the bedroom then pulled his clothes off. Then she pushed him on the bed. “I want to be on top tonight.”
He gripped her thighs. “I like it when you’re on top. You have a great rack.”
She slipped him inside of her, making him moan. And he completely forgot about Cheyenne and her love life.
Derek and Paola went to the beach the next morning with their surfboards. Derek was tired since he didn’t sleep much the night before. Paola was fine. She could function on no sleep and be perfectly normal.
When they arrived, they grabbed their boards and headed to the sand. Other surfers were there, paddling in the water and riding the waves. Paola took off her shorts and t-shirt, standing in a pink bikini. Her large breasts and toned ass stood out. An anklet made of yarn was around her ankle, and a gold necklace hung around her throat.
Derek eyed her while he took off his shirt, feeling his cock harden. Sometimes surfing with her was distracting. He wished she wore board shorts and a t-shirt but he wasn’t stupid enough to tell her what to wear. She picked up her board and headed to the water.
Derek removed his shorts and dropped his keys on the ground.
“Hey.” Thatcher came to him, his hair wet.
“The waves are good?”
“They’re perfect right now.” He shoved his board into the sand, standing it upright. “But then again, they always seem to be just about right.”
“How’s it going with Nancy?”
“Good.” His tone was slightly off.
Derek cocked an eyebrow. “Is their trouble in paradise?”
He didn’t react physically. His face was guarded and his shoulders conveyed nothing. “I hired a young female assistant and Nancy was threatened by her.”
“Nancy?” Derek asked incredulously. “She’s not really the jealous type.”
Thatcher rested one hand on his board. “Ever since Grace came to me, she’s been a little…off.”
“Oh.” Now Derek understood. “I guess I can get that.”
“I wished she trusted me though.”
“She does, man. Don’t worry about that. After everything I did to her, can you really blame her?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “Because I’m not you.”
He didn’t take the insult seriously. “I know Paola trusts me but she wouldn’t want me hanging out with a hot girl all the time. I think anyone would feel that way. If Sydney were doing research with a single guy, Coen wouldn’t let that fly. It’s nothing personal.”
“I suppose.” He still seemed down about it. “She said I can keep the assistant but it just shocks me how insecure she is. She’s afraid someone will take me away from her.”
“Again…you can blame me. Nancy wasn’t like that before I came along. Sorry about that…”
“It’s okay. But she and I are different. We’re soul mates. By definition, there is no one
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