The Hurricane by Nicole Hart

had seen you,” he said, and exhaled loudly.
    “No?” I asked, confused, and now I was getting a little nervous.
    “I saw you here a month ago. I couldn’t force myself to approach you. I didn’t think you would want to see me. I didn’t want to ruin the memory I had of you with a new one of you telling me to go to hell. So I left, but I found myself back here the next week, hoping. And there you were again. But I still didn’t have the balls. Plus, you had Brooklyn so I thought . . . Then last week, I realized I couldn’t stay away from you, so I had to give it a shot, hoping you didn’t tell me to fuck off.”
    I didn’t speak. I just stared at him, trying to take it all in. Was I mad? No. Was I shocked? Absolutely. Did I want to kiss him for being shy and nervous? Hell, yes. I mean, an actual stalker wouldn’t admit to his stalker tendencies. Right?
    “Are you about to tell me to fuck off now?” he said as he took off his aviators, and stared at me, waiting for an answer.
    I shook my head.
    “No?” he asked with a nervous laugh.
    “No. I would have probably done the same thing, especially if you had a child with you,” I said honestly.
    “I want to kiss you right now,” he said as he leaned his head forward, pressing his forehead to mine.
    I glanced in the kids’ direction. They both had their backs to us, digging in the sand furiously.
    I pressed my lips to his and then bit his bottom lip, giving it a gentle suck before pulling away.
    “You might have just made it worse,” he said with a laugh as he straightened his leg out, facing forward. Did my kiss just give him a hard-on? I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the thought.
    “Brooklyn is spending two weeks with my parents. They’re picking her up tomorrow,” I blurted out, knowing what we both needed, and more than ready for it.
    “Are you ok with that?” he looked at me, genuinely concerned.
    “Yeah, I think so. I’ve never been away from her that long. But she misses them, and they miss her. She will be starting school soon, so I think it will be good. I have work to keep me busy,” I stated; all of it true except for the last sentence.
    Ryker glanced at the girls before putting his hands around the back of my neck and brushing his lips against mine, our breaths intertwining, wanting, and needing more.
    “What time are they leaving?” he asked, running his tongue over his bottom lip, grazing it against mine.
    “Three,” I mumbled, suddenly unable to form words out loud.
    “Can I see you at four?” he asked, our unspoken needs electrifying between us.
    I could only nod my head, the words wouldn’t come. My mouth unable to move. Our breaths were heavier just thinking about what was coming. The sexual chemistry between us was more than I had ever experienced in my life. It literally took my breath away.
    “Ryker, can you help us with our sand castle?” A little voice yelled in the distance, pulling me from this trance he had me in. I felt Ryker’s body jump at the sound of his name. At least I wasn’t the only one.
    “Sure!” Ryker yelled as he gave me a wink before standing up. I watched as he adjusted his shorts very discreetly as he stood. If I didn’t have my eyes on his crotch, I wouldn’t have even noticed.
    Ryker took a few steps and then stopped, looking over his shoulder, staring into my eyes.
    “I don’t think you even realize what you’re doing to me,” He said, and gave me that heart stopping smile that melted me every time. He was shaking his head as he walked through the sand towards the girls.
    The feeling was definitely mutual.
     

 
    Magic
     
     

    “Hello,” I said into the receiver as I drove to Nat’s house. I felt like a school boy all day, ready to get laid for the first time. I hadn’t been with a woman in a few months, and the one’s I had fucked didn’t mean shit to me; it was for release purposes only. But Nat was different. Fuck me, she was so different.
    “Brother.” That