“Since you’re the only person who can wash my hair correctly, I’ll accept that,” I giggle.
My eyes nearly cross as Santo eases out of my ass, and since my muscles are refusing to work, the three of them have to help me up. I’m twitchy from the force of my orgasms, and Santo fusses over me as he carries me into the bathroom.
“We’re leaving in two hours!” Miles calls after us.
“Where are we going?” I ask around a yawn.
“Do you want the smart ass response?” Santo asks, grinning as he turns on the shower.
His gaze lays on my pout, and he rolls his eyes and walks us right into the freezing cold water. Squealing as he holds me tightly, he keeps me under as the water runs over my body.
“I’m not telling you either way,” he chuckles, watching as my skin begins to dimple with goosebumps. “You awake now, baby?”
“Yes, that was mean,” I reply, lips twitching as he kisses me.
“Maybe. You can fuck Levon while I watch and tie my hands up,” he murmurs. “You need to complete the bond anyway.”
“Do we have any rope?” I giggle.
“Do we know each other?” he teases me. “I packed rope. I need a cabinet in our bedroom for all the fun toys I need to bring over. Preferably before the property agent rents out my old place.”
Thoughts of how scandalized the new renters would be if they found random butt plugs keep me giggling to myself long after my shower.
Can you just imagine?
“Did we surprise you?” Santo purrs into my ear, enjoying my shock.
Somehow, my alphas pulled together a gorgeous dress in my size, high heels, and a meal at one of the nicest restaurants in Nashville.
“I’m speechless,” I whisper. “How…”
“The owner is someone who likes attending our games, and was a fan of mine while I was playing hockey,” Miles explains, his hand on my back to encourage me to walk.
“Wow,” I say, at a literal loss of words. My dress is a dark burgundy skirt with a high slit in the thigh, a plunging neckline, and lace sleeves. If my style had a baby with a cocktail dress, this would be it.
“We nailed it,” Levon says smugly, walking into the restaurant. It’s on a rooftop, and there are elegant fire pits set up here in case it’s cold. It reminds me of a garden with Edison string lanterns, and there’s a quartet playing softly to drown out any street noise outside.
It really is perfect.
“Mr. Wallace,” the maitre d’ says as he sees us.
It took everything inside of me not to ask a million questions when we went up in the elevator. I’m glad I let myself be surprised, because as Levon said, they did nail this entire day.
“Mickael,” Miles says with a smile. “This is our omega, Caelia. We’re here to spoil her.”
“Coming here is a good choice,” Mickael says, smiling as he inclines his head at me. “Follow me, please.”
A few people flick their gazes in our direction as we walk, but the guys ignore everyone but our little bubble. A part of me knows that there’s a fandom for hockey players, even retired ones. However, I’ve been removed from that life for so long, it feels like a reeducation, especially after what happened to Troy.
Santo helps me into my chair, and sits beside me while Miles sits across from me, leaving the last seat for Levon. A cool breeze plays with the stray hair on my neck since I pinned it up in a bun, and I take a full breath now that I can bask in the awesomeness of the surprise.
Sometimes, anticipation can make me anxious, no matter how often I tell myself I’m fine.
“I love this,” I confirm, glancing down at the menu in front of me.
“They have a special menu tonight,” Miles explains. “You’ll choose a salad or soup, appetizer, an entree, and then dessert.”
“It’s a lot of food, but you skipped lunch,” Santo reminds me.
