Page 1 of Chief's Addiction

Prologue

Cora

Five Years Ago

“You’re a natural!” Sierra called, paddling alongside me on her borrowed board. We were out in the water behind the Saints’ clubhouse.

I grinned. “Been surfing since I could walk. Dad used to joke that I was part fish.”

“So,” Sierra began, a mischievous glint in her eye, “you and Chief, huh?”

I glanced back towards the shore as my cheeks heated. “Is it that obvious?”

“Girl, the way he watches you? Like you’re the last drink of cold water in the desert?” She laughed. “Everyone can see it.”

Could they? Since the moment we met, I felt a strong connection.

“We just met yesterday,” I protested weakly, though my body still hummed from the hours we’d spent together.

I’d only met Mason yesterday. He’d shown up to lunch at my aunt Connie’s with my brother and Sierra.

The attraction between us had been instant. We’d flirted throughout lunch, something my brother hadn’t been thrilled about.

After lunch, he offered to drive me home. My brother had spun into a complete tizzy after that.

Imagine that.

I didn’t let that stop me, though.

I hopped on the back of Mason's bike and held on tight as he drove us back to his house in a hurry. The door had barely even closed behind us before he had me pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled, his face inches from mine.

“Not a chance in hell,” I shot back, before losing myself in the most incredible night of my life.

“Sometimes that’s all it takes,” Sierra said, pulling my attention back to her. “I knew Sparrow was it for me the second we were back in Miami.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. There was something about these men that pulled you in like gravity.

“I guess when you know, you know.” I smiled.

Glancing over Sierra’s shoulder at the building swell, I perked up. “Hey, here comes a good one!”

I paddled hard, feeling the wave catch my board, that familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through me as I popped up to my feet.

I rode the wave all the way to the shallows, laughing as I went ass-over-tea kettle into the water. When I resurfaced, I spotted Mason standing at the shoreline, watching me.

My heart fluttered.

God, it was ridiculous how he affected me. One night together and I was already in deep.

Sierra caught the next wave in, executing a perfect cutback. She dismounted gracefully beside me, grinning.

“Not bad for a Miami girl,” I teased.

“Thanks,” she said, squeezing water from her dark hair.

As we approached the pavilion, Mason stepped forward, his eyes fixed on me.

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