“I already got the same treatment, don’t know what to tell you.”
“I have to protect all you pale babies from the UV rays. That includes you, Ezra.”
Ezra holds his palms up. He’s got on a safari hat, and I can’t help but to think about how nerdy but adorable he looks. “Mate, I put on my SPF.”
“Did you get your back?” Ian says, acting like we’re all children who can’t put on sunscreen.
“James did, calm down, daddy, damn.”
Ian scoffs at him but immediately stiffens at my back as I perfume. Ian being called a daddy shouldn’t be as big of a turn on as it is. I’m not ready yet. I want to enjoy time as a pack, but one day I’m going to make him a father. For now, we can just continue being cat parents to Neptune until we’re ready.
“Better tamper that down, or I’m fucking you in the ocean,” he says behind me as he rubs sunscreen over my shoulders.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
“Only if you see it as one, my sweet little stepsister.”
“I’m not your stepsister anymore,” I say, and he scoffs behind me. Squeezing my sides, he kisses the bond mark on my neck before lathering me up with more lotion.
He leans forward, tugging lightly on my messy bun. “Doesn’t mean we can’t still play, little moon.”
And there goes my perfume again.
Ian groans, and James laughs and leans back onto the cabana bed, his dark hair wet from the salty ocean and pushed back with sunglasses covering his eyes. I grab his piña colada before handing it back to him. Our love for sugar has become a little bit of a problem for our Alphas. Especially when James and I smoke a little bit too much and eat a ton of candy and don’t go to bed until super late. They put up with us happily though.
James gives me a smile before drinking down the rest of the sweet cocktail. Ian rubs sunscreen into my cheekbones and the bridge of my nose, and I sigh. But when he boops my nose, I can’t help but laugh at his antics. It’s so fucking nice to have people who care. Truly care about me. Sometimes negative thinking creeps up, but now that I’m out of my mother’s toxic household, I finally feel like I can grow and be me.
“James, do you want to go for a swim?”
“I think I’m going to keep my ass parked right here,” he says, and I shake my head.
When I look over at Ezra who has a beaming grin on his face and holds out his arm, I know I have a swimming partner. As soon as I’m off the cabana, he scoops me up and carries me bridal style to the ocean.
He runs through the sand, bouncing me around in his grasp until the light waves meet his shins, and he carries me through the water. Mischievous as always, he dunks us under and loses his hat in the process. I grab the soggy material and plop it on his head, and he smiles at me.
“I love you,” he says softly. I turn in his grasp so that my legs are wrapped around his waist and my hands are behind his neck, toying with the wet strands at the base of his skull.
“And I love you. This is the best trip I’ve ever been on.”
“It’s only just started.”
“What do you sneaky Alphas have up your sleeve?”
“I can’t say.” I push closer to him so that our chests are pressed next to each other. His hands are firmly on my ass, and I truly will never get enough of how these men like to throw me around like I weigh nothing.
“Please, I’ll be so good,” I say whispering into his ear and grinding against his length.
“You’re trouble, ya know that?”
“I do, so why don’t you tell me?”
“There might be a candlelight beach dinner, and we’re going to the pitons tomorrow.”
I grin and kiss his sweet little face as he holds me. “You treat me so well.”
“That’s what a pack is supposed to do, love.”
“Promise me something.”
