I snorted. “I’ve got somewhere a little more special in mind. You’re getting a surf lesson today, and I figured you may not want an audience.”
In the rearview mirror, I saw her beaming smile. “Thank you, Foster.”
We wove our way down the Pacific Coast Highway, and finally, I saw the unmarked turnoff. I maneuvered off the main road, and we bumped down over a hill made of gravel and sand. “You’re getting my truck washed and waxed after this,” Callan groused, but I could see the beginnings of a smile on his face.
“Are you finally caving? We’re going to The Spot?” he asked. “Seriously?”
“What’s ‘The Spot’?” Adrianne asked.
“Foster’s secret surfing spot,” Ethan explained. “He’s been bragging about it for years, but he’s never taken us. Callan has literally tailed him black ops style, and he’s still never gotten close.”
Callan scowled. “Shut up, Merc.”
“You don’t have to tell them your secret just for me,” Adrianne said.
Callan whipped around on her. “Yes, he does! We’re his best friends. He should have brought us ages ago.”
She leaned forward enough to pat his cheek. “Whining makes you look so sexy, Cal,” she teased.
Ethan and I laughed, and even though he pouted, Callan was holding back a laugh too. Despite whatever happened at the studio—Ethan wasn’t the most forthcoming on details—everything felt light and good right now. We rounded a curve, and the small cove appeared before us. It wasn’t a large spot, but it was largely private and had good swells.
“Oh, it’s so pretty,” Adrianne cooed. “How long have you been coming here?”
“Since I was a kid,” I replied. “An old coworker from my first fast food job showed it to me after I agreed to cover a shift for him so that he could go on a date.”
“You traded a shift at work for a surf spot?” She laughed, and it was a good sound. Musical and light. “God, you really are a Cali boy.”
“That I am.”
I parked the truck at a tiny gravel lot—any further, and the tires would sink into the sand—and we unloaded the truck. Adrianne picked a spot halfway to the water’s edge, and we spread out the blanket. Ethan and Callan got to work on setting up the umbrella. I stripped my shirt over my head. “Come on,” I urged her.
Adrianne took off her cover-up. She’d put on a red one-piece swimsuit that had cutouts on the sides that somehow made her look even curvier. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” Callan said, and she blushed.
I took her hand, and we ran to the water. She shrieked and clung to me as I dragged her into the surf. “It’s freezing!”
“That’s why you run in,” I said. “To acclimate.”
She laughed as a wave came crashing down on us. I pulled her against me. She wrapped her legs around my waist. “See?” I asked. “It gets warmer.”
Adrianne grinned and brought our mouths together. She tasted like sea water and earth, and it made my head dizzy. “Show me how to surf, Cali boy,” she said, and my cock twitched in my board shorts.
I kissed her again. “Music to my ears,” I said, and she giggled.
We walked back up the beach to get the two surfboards. “Anyone else up for a surf lesson?” I asked.
Callan, who was still wrestling with the umbrella, shook his head. “Not right now,” he grunted.
Ethan was stretched on the blanket on his back. “I’m better as a spectator.”
I leaned into Adrianne. “Ethan sinks like a rock,” I explained. “He has no buoyancy to speak of.”
She furrowed her brow. “Isn’t swimming essential for being a Navy SEAL?”
“I can swim!” Ethan shouted, not even opening his eyes.
I snorted. “It’s the floating that’s the problem.” Ethan flipped me off, and I gestured for Adrianne to follow me.
On the water’s edge, we laid the boards out, and I walked her through paddling out and popping up into a standing position. “Try it?”