“Remember when I asked if there were sharks down here?” I asked, nodding toward the hammerhead that was checking out the shallows.
Skye snorted. “They’re literally everywhere around here. The lagoons are the perfect place for them.”
“Right,” I muttered. I knew that, of course. I’d grown up along the West Coast, but it was colder there. Sharks weren’t seen too frequently, not like whales, even though I’d only seen some once myself.
Skye finished braiding her hair, then stretched, making her bikini cover ride up and reveal a sliver of her taut stomach.
I was suddenly very hot.
Skye had edged me for over an hour this morning, and I was stillhorny as hell. Being in the islands was not a good idea long term. My dick could not handle being around Skye in bikinis this often. She was gorgeous, with the type of body they would have made sculptures out of back in the day.
“What are you looking at, angel?”
I coughed, clearing my throat quickly. Skye raised an eyebrow at me.
“Nothing,” I said, my voice a bit too high. “I’m ready to practice my new affinity.”
All playfulness dropped from Skye’s expression. “Good,” she said. “I uh…I invited Rafe to help us in exchange for dinner at the apartment. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course,” I answered easily. Ever since Skye had almost let Rafe come to bed with us, I was feeling differently about him. I’d never had a problem with him before, not like Wyatt, but Skye had been apprehensive, so I followed her lead.
I was doing that a lot lately.
Skye let me make my own decisions. She never told me what to do. But it was nice to let go and not have to think about things sometimes. If she thought Rafe could help me with my affinity, who was I to argue with her? I’d certainly never had that idea before.
Part of me had just assumed the affinity was a fluke. Like maybe it wasn’t really lightning I’d caught, but some type of electricity from the fire. Wildfires created their own weather all the time. It was possible.
Rafe materialized out of a shadow beneath a patch of mangrove trees, then sauntered over to us. He looked a little ridiculous, wearing his usual ripped black jeans, black t-shirt and black boots. He stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a good thing this atoll was mostly inaccessible, at least according to Skye.
“Good morning, love.” The Prince practically purred every time he spoke to Skye. And it definitely had an effect on her. He nodded to me and I only gave him a tight smile in response.
Skye cleared her throat. “Where’d you leave Wyatt?”
Rafe’s lips twitched. “Do you care, darling?”
Skye scowled. “I guess not,” she clipped.
I agreed. Especially after I’d caught Wyatt hanging out with fucking Carissa the other day.
Although…they hadn’t beenhanging out. If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d actually witnessed a breakup. But that was also weird, because Wyatt had been broken up with her for a while, or so I’d thought…
Rafe had pulled Skye into a hug while I was lost in my thoughts, and I really resisted the urge to sidle up behind her. The three of us had fallen together so easily at the club, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“It’s alright if it bothers you, love.” Rafe said quietly. “You don’t have to explain your feelings to me.”
“Or me,” I chimed in.
Damn that smooth fucking prince. He always knew what to say.
Rafe’s dark eyes flashed in the sunlight as he looked over Skye’s head at me, and I almost gulped.
He was pretty intimidating.
He whispered something else in Skye’s ear, and she shivered before batting him away. He only chuckled.
“You’re here to help Aiden, remember?” Skye said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Of course,” he said easily, waving a hand at me. “Aiden, let’s talk.”
