Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (183 page)

I shook my head. That story explained so
much. I met Kobe when I was seventeen. We’ve been friends for four years and
this whole time, I thought his problems functioning in society were all related
to how much weed he smoked. “Damn, Kobe! I can’t believe you never told me
that.”

He grinned and I could barely see his
white teeth through his gnarly black beard. He really needed a haircut and
shave. “Maybe I did and you forgot.”

“Yeah, maybe that was it,” I let it go at
that and we finished our lunch. Kobe let me pay like he always does. It’s how
we’ve done things since we met, and I don’t mind. On our way back to his shop,
we stopped in at Flanagan’s, a little Irish pub on main. We had a couple of
beers and bullshitted with a few of the locals. I’d been in Hawaii for a
competition for the past month and in Australia for a couple of months before
that. I just came home for this Laguna competition and then I’ll be off to
Bali. It was good to see everyone. It always seemed like nothing around here
ever changed while I was gone. If my father has his way, Bali will be my last
competition. I haven’t figured out what I’m going to do about that yet, but I
have some time. We’d been away from the surf shop for almost two hours when I
pointed at the clock and told Kobe,

“Hey, maybe this is why you’re not making
any money.” He laughed and gave me the finger, but we settled the tab and
headed back to the shop. I saw him glance towards the homeless girl’s corner as
we walked by. He looked disappointed that she was gone. I was hoping she’ll
find a new spot and he’ll forget about her. Kobe’s the kind of guy that would
be really easy to take advantage of. He unlocked the shop when we got there and
suddenly, we heard the sound of a girl’s voice behind us,

“Hey, Kobe!” We turned at the same time. I
saw Kobe’s homeless girl, but only for a second before my eyes landed on
her
… She was a tiny little thing with
long blonde dreadlocks interspersed with braids and beads. I was shocked at
myself for finding it so sexy, that was new for me. One of her small hands was
twisting and twirling one of the braids and her dark green eyes were looking
directly at my face. They are surrounded by dark, thick lashes, and the rest of
her features are small and delicate. Her skin looks like sun-kissed silk
without a stitch of make-up on it. She can’t be over five foot two, but she was
wearing cut-off jeans and a tight blue t-shirt that showed off delicate womanly
curves that begged to be caressed. She has colorful tattoos on both of her arms
and at the shapely tops of both of her tan legs. I wanted to trace them with my
tongue…

“Hey, Phoebe…and friend,” Kobe said. “Come
on in.” I stood back to let Phoebe follow Kobe inside. Her little friend looked
up at me again as she passed and I smiled. She didn’t smile back, but that
didn’t stop the swell of my parts down south.

Once we were inside the shop, Phoebe and
her friend followed Kobe up to the counter. “Kobe, this is my friend Summer.”
Summer smiled then, and it was like finally having a piece of that perfect
cake, with the icing on top. Fuck…she’s gorgeous.

“Hi, Kobe,” Summer said, sweetly. She
glanced at me again and the smile fell off of her face.

“Hi, Summer, you’ve been in here before,
right?”

“Yeah, a few times,” she said.

I wanted to talk to her so badly I said,
“You surf?”

She turned towards me and looked me up and
down. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but I liked her eyes on me. In a
tone that said she wasn’t impressed, she said, “Yeah,”

“Sorry, man! Girls this is my friend
Spence…Drake Spencer. Drake’s a world class surfer and we should all be honored
to be in his presence.” I rolled my eyes at Kobe and noticed the cute little
imp rolling hers, as well. She turned her back on me again. I smiled – this one
would be a challenge if I decided I wanted to go for it. She doesn’t look
homeless, so why the hell not? It had been a while since I’d met a challenge.

I went around behind the counter and
perched on one of the stools Kobe kept there. He and Phoebe were making eyes at
each other over the counter and Summer had started looking around the place. As
she sifted through the racks of surf wear, it gave me a chance to look at her
without her catching me staring. I was glad the bottom half of me was hidden
behind the counter because my body was responding to this girl in a way it
hadn’t responded to any woman in a very long time.

I have plenty of sex, but it’s usually a
quick fuck at a party or on the beach. I’ve never had a girlfriend and I’ve
never wanted one. I don’t take girls back to wherever I’m staying and I try not
to go home with them, if there’s another choice. I don’t want to give them the
chance to think we’re going to cuddle or talk. I’m satisfied with as many
random hook-ups as I can get…usually. I suddenly found myself wanting to take
this girl home with me and spend the rest of the day and night exploring that
sweet, feminine little body.

She turned back towards us suddenly, and
those green eyes settled back on my face long enough to send a rush of heat all
the way to my toes. She wasn’t smiling at me, but she wasn’t scowling, either.
I have no idea what she was thinking about me and surprisingly, that kind of
turned me on, too. She looked from me over to her friend and Kobe and said,

“Is there a bathroom I can use?”

“Sure,” he said, “in the back.” He didn’t
even look up as the little woman pushed herself through his hippie beads and
into the back room that was filled with tens of thousands of dollars in surfing
equipment. Phoebe was leaning towards him even more and she had her arms
pressed into her sides so that her big boobs swelled up over the top of her
tiny tank – she was going to be lucky if she didn’t end up with Kobe’s slobber
on them. I got up without either of them even noticing and went towards the
back to see what the cute little imp was up to.

CHAPTER
THREE

SUMMER

My body was shaking by the time I got to
the back and it wasn’t because of the plan. I hadn’t been expecting to get
blindsided by a hot surfer guy.

Jesus, my heart nearly stopped when he
looked at me with those crystal blue eyes. He looked at me like he saw all of
my secrets in that one glance. It was sexy and unnerving all at the same time.
One look at him and you can tell he’s one of those surfers using daddy’s money
to finance his lifestyle. I see a lot of those around here and I usually
despise them at first sight, but this guy, there was something different about
him. Either that or my hormones are just raging. He’s really, really hot. His
dark hair is curly and looks like he’d spent the morning in the water. It has
that “just drug my fingers through it” look and it made me want to put my own
in it. He has to be, like, six foot three and he’s got on this dark gray,
expensive-looking Australian t-shirt that says, “Insight” across the front of
it. The muscles showing underneath it are enough to make any woman’s head spin.
His board shorts are baggy, but there’s a nice pair of muscular legs coming out
of them. He has a tribal tattoo around the bicep of his right arm and some kind
of foreign writing down the back of his left calf. I shivered now just
picturing them.

I gave my head a hard shake to clear out my
perverse thoughts and glanced back towards the curtain. The thick set of blue
and gray beads were all in place. There was no way anyone up front could see
me. Bennie would be waiting out back by now, so it was now or never. I looked
at the boards. There was a rack on the far wall that started with the smaller
ones up front. I grabbed a red and yellow one and hauled it over to the door. I
held my breath as I pushed it open because in spite of what I told Bennie, I
really wasn’t sure if it had an alarm or not. When I saw Bennie’s anxious face
outside, I was so relieved I almost kissed him. I handed him the board and as
soon as he had it in his hands, his eyes went wide. He wasn’t looking at me any
longer but at something over my shoulder. I felt the presence of the hunk
before I turned around and saw those crystal blue eyes judging me.

The big, gorgeous bastard smiled. “Whatcha
doin’?”

“Go, Bennie!” The big guy stepped around
me, and I kicked him right in that sexy tat on the back of his leg. It was like
kicking steel – my toes hurt and he didn’t even flinch. He went after Bennie,
and I went after him. I saw him reach out and take Bennie down, board and all,
with one hand just as poor Bennie reached the end of the alley. “Let him go!”

“It’s okay, Summer,” Bennie’s voice
sounded out of breath and I realized it was because his sexy captor had his
knee in his back. I grabbed the guy’s massive arm and tried to pull him up off
of my friend. He looked amused as he wrapped the other one around my waist and
pulled me down against him. I wondered how sick it was that I was enjoying the
way his body felt against me. I started trying to squirm away, but he only held
me tighter. I heard Bennie grunt and realized we were probably killing him.

“Be still!” the sexy dickwad snapped at
me.

“Let him up and I will!”

The big guy looked down at Bennie and
said, “Fine, I’m going to get off of you, but unless you want to hit that hard
ground again, I’d suggest you don’t go anywhere.” Bennie grunted again. The big
guy took that as consent and stood up, taking me with him. I started twisting
and kicking again. “I thought you were going to be still,” he said, tucking me
more tightly underneath his arm.

“Let go of me!”

“Not until I’m sure you’re not going to
run.”

I looked down at poor Bennie, who was
still on the ground trying to catch his breath. “I wouldn’t leave him here, now
let go of me!” I felt the wind rush back into my lungs as he sat me down. I was
also cold as soon as he let go of me. His body was not only as hard as a rock, it
was literally hot. “We weren’t stealing the board,” I said, foolishly.

The hunk raised an eyebrow as Bennie
groaned. “Really, this guy was going to take it around front and pay for it?”

“Yes,” I folded my arms. He couldn’t prove
we weren’t, could he?

“Show me the money.”

“What?”

“Show me the cash or the card you were
going to pay for it with.”

“Fuck you!”

“You’ve got some mouth for a little bitty
thing,” he said. “Let’s see if it’s still working overtime when the cops get
here.” He pulled his fancy iPhone 6S out of his pocket, and I felt a surge of
anger burn so hot inside of me that I could only sputter, I couldn’t even form
words. Proving he was a dick, the big guy said, “What was that? I didn’t hear
you?”

I sucked in a hard breath and tried to
still the anger as I said, “Please don’t call the cops.”

He looked back down at Bennie and then at
my face. “Why shouldn’t I?”

I didn’t have an answer for that, except
that I didn’t want to go to jail. That was probably not good enough so I said,
“At least, let him go.”

“No, Summer, I-”

“Shut up, Bennie!”

“Why should I let him go? I caught him
red-handed with the board.”

“You saw me hand it to him. He didn’t know
I stole it, right, Bennie?”

“Summer-”

“Jesus, Bennie, just tell him you thought
I paid for the fucking thing!”

Big and sexy laughed. I think he was
having fun. That only served to piss me off more. “So, this guy thought you
went in there, bought a surfboard, and handed it out the back door?”

“You can’t prove any different. He never
stepped inside of the store. You may as well just let him go.” He was looking
at me with those blue eyes. It was taking every hot fiber in my body to hold
still and not shiver again.

“True, I didn’t see him in the store, but you,
I saw.” He started to press numbers into his phone. I did shiver then, not
because of his sexy eyes, but because the anxiety was rolling through me in
waves.

“You go to jail, so do I, Summer.” Bennie
just wouldn’t let well enough alone. The big guy looked back down at him like
he’d forgotten he was there.

“You’re quite the gentleman,” he said.

“Fuck you,” Bennie said. “You’re quite the
dick if turning this girl over to the cops is going to make you feel like a
man.”

He raised a dark eyebrow again. He seemed
torn between shock and amusement that Bennie was still mouthing off after
taking a one-armed beat-down. He obviously has never known a street person. “I
was actually being serious,” he said. He looked at me and said, “You should
appreciate a good friend like him…or is he your boyfriend?”

“No,” I said, a little too quickly. I gave
Ben an apologetic look. Later, I’d just tell him I was so adamant because I
thought he’d use that against us. For now, I said, “He’s a very good friend.
Please, I’ll do anything. Just let him go and don’t call the cops.”

“What’s the board for?” he asked.

“Summer, just let him call the cops-”

“Hush, Bennie! It’s for me. I’m going to
enter that contest and win that ten grand.”

“The contest Ruckus is putting on for
amateurs?”

My mouth never rests. “I may be considered
an amateur, but I could out surf you any day, rich boy.”