The Hurricane by Nicole Hart Page A

“I know this worries you, I’m sorry.”
    I shook my head at him, dismissing his words, but aware that he knew exactly how I felt and he sympathized with me.
    “Can I go for a ride on your motorcycle?” Brooklyn asked as she inspected his seat, running her hands over the leather.
    “I think that might make your momma nervous, plus you don’t have a helmet,” Ryker said as he ran his hand along the small of my back before he took the two steps that put him next to Brooklyn.
    “You don’t wear a helmet,” she said as she looked up at him with those big green eyes.
    “Brooklyn, maybe some other time, ok?” I said.
    “It’s really hot out here, how about we go play in the waves?” Ryker said, and held his hand out for Brooklyn to take, which she did without hesitation.
    “You too, Nat,” he said as he held out his other hand for me to take, which I did without hesitation.
    Once we got to the waterline, I let my eyes wander over to Ryker as Brooklyn stuck her toes in the water. He pulled his shirt over his head and then kicked his boots off. I continued to stare, he was so sexy, and I wasn’t stopping now. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, revealing a pair of grey board shorts. How did someone go from looking like a sexy biker to a sexy tatted up surfer in a matter of seconds?
    “Your turn,” Ryker said with that cocky grin of his as he pulled his aviators down the bridge of his nose, just a little, staring at me.
    I gave him the side eyes as I pulled my strapless cover-up down in one quick motion. This revealed my modest one piece navy blue bathing suit with the tiny white bows on the sides. It was cute, but not too revealing, and just a little sexy, but not too much.
    “Fucking sexy,” Ryker mumbled as he slapped my ass before walking towards the water, where Brooklyn had her back to us, digging her feet into the wet sand.
    “You coming?” Ryker said as he stopped, and looked over his shoulder.
    “In a minute.” I stalled. Even though it was hot outside, I always had to work my way slowly into the water. I watched Ryker whisper something in Brooklyn’s ear, which followed by her shaking her head quickly, covering her mouth. Before I had the chance to run, Ryker was right in front of me, grabbed me around the legs and threw me over his shoulder.
    “Ryker!” I screamed through my giggles.
    “You better put me down, right now,” I said, pinching his butt.
    “Should I put her down?” Ryker asked Brooklyn.
    “Nope!” she yelled, and then laughed hysterically.
    “Sorry, baby, Brooklyn says no,” he said as he started taking long strides into the water, the salty waves splashing my face.
    “Throw her in! Throw her in!” Brooklyn chanted in the distance.
    “Are you really about to throw me into the water?” I asked, trying to put on a sweet front, but my laughter was taking over.
    “I’m really about to throw you in the water,” he said, slapping my ass and launching me into the air before my body crashed into the salty water.
    I raised myself to the surface, wiped my eyes and scanned the area. He was going down. I saw him walking towards Brooklyn, just a few feet away. I started running in his direction; he looked over his shoulder and gave me a smile before I threw myself on his back. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started flinging myself back and forth, trying to force him to lose his balance. The only reaction I got was laughter as he grabbed onto the back of my knees. He was like a solid brick wall. The next minute he was flinging both of us to the left and into the water. When we both went under, he wrapped his arms and legs around my body for just a second before releasing me, allowing me to get air. When I surfaced, all I could hear was Brooklyn’s laughter.
    “You think that’s funny little missy?” I asked as I headed in her direction with my arms out.
    “Ryker help!” she squealed as she ran towards him.
    Ryker lifted her above his head, both of his hands