FURY: A Rio Games Romance Read Online Free

question, Wyatt gave the native girl a sideways look. “Yeah, of course we do.”
    “Then I assume Jack has ridden one, no?”
    Wyatt nodded.
    “And when he was learning to ride, he fell off a few times. Surfing, real surfing, is like that. If you let every little shark bite, jellyfish sting, or wipeout send you scurrying back to the beach, you just don’t get it. Surfing isn’t what you do, it’s who you are.” She smiled, but not at Wyatt. She was smiling out at the ocean, as if they were in on a secret that someone like Wyatt could never understand.
    Wyatt watched as the gorgeous girl dropped a towel, wriggled out of her shorts, and made for the water with her board. He watched her paddle out, impressed by her guts. He’d wrestled with this moment ever since hearing Jack screaming and seeing the churning water near him run red in the aftermath of the attack.
    Wyatt walked toward the water but stopped short as the first waves lapped at his toes. His feet sank and he let them. Watching the girl knife effortlessly through and between waves left him awestruck. Whatever skills he and Jack had developed paled next to the instinctual grace this Fijian goddess displayed.
    Motionlessly, he watched her entire set and watched her emerge from the waves, glistening.
    “Unless you’re planning to go out,” she said, motioning to the ocean. “Why don’t you take me to see your friend? I have to work this afternoon, but I have some free time now.”
    Wyatt wasn’t going into the ocean, not in front of her. He knew how clumsy and awkward his attempts to surf would be, and any chance he had to score with her would be lost if she actually watched him surf.
    Not like it wouldn’t be gone anyway once she visited Jack in the hospital, but she was so beautiful that he couldn’t help but hope.

Chapter Five

Solomon
    S tars were one of Jack’s most vivid recollections of Fiji. A night sky filled with more stars than there were grains of sand on the beach. Nowhere had he seen a sight to match it.
    The native girl had come to visit him in the hospital, and the reunion caused tears to spill down her perfect cheeks. She told him her name was Karalaini, and he instantly thought it was the most beautiful name he’d ever heard.
    “I’m so glad you’re okay,” she’d said. “I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”
    She stayed with him until dinner, calling a friend to take care of her clients. Talking and laughing with the handsome American seemed a much better way to spend the afternoon rather than trying to teach some pasty British kid to surf while he spent the time gawking at her rather than learning anything.
    Jack and Karalaini talked about their families, Fiji, Ohio, Wyatt, surfing, sharks, music, food, and whether or not they could name any celebrities from their respective countries.
    He loved her mouth, her wild hair, her sun-kissed skin. His shoulders and biceps drew her attention, as well as his accent, which sounded southern to her, despite his protestations to the contrary.
    Nurses wanted to remove his bandages and clean his wound before dinner, so she bid him adieu. She leaned in for a hug, and although neither planned it, the hug became a kiss.
    Awkwardly trying to figure how to embrace him as he lay prone with his leg elevated, her nose bumped his and their mouths were too close for either to help themselves. Two nurses watched as a quick peck became something more, and finally one of them cleared her throat lest Karalaini and Jack fire up a full-fledged make out session.
    With a smirk, she withdrew and spun on her heels, exiting with a promise to return in the morning.
    Jack only hoped that with all the activity happening below his waist, neither nurse would notice his erection as they tended to his wound.

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    W yatt found a group of Oxford University students on holiday and he became a de facto member of their group, surfing, snorkeling, drinking, and otherwise enjoying the islands.
    Jack’s days were spent