“I love it,” I admit, and I mean it with my whole chest.
Kai appears at my side, his presence like standing next to a furnace. “Glad you approve.” His fingers brush my lower back as he passes, brief, barely there, and electricity crackles through my veins.
Something warm curls through me at his touch.
Get a grip, June.
I’m so focused on getting my body under control that I don’t register what’s happening until Kai’s already pulling his shirt over his head.
Tanned skin. Sculpted muscle. The bold black lines of his tribal sleeve stark against his arm. The other guys are doing the same.
Then his hands go to his belt.
“Um. What’s?—”
Seth is working his own belt buckle. Carter is kicking off his boots.
Jeans hit the ground. Then more jeans. The moonlight is doing things that should probably be illegal, painting shadows across ridges of muscle and planes of skin.
“The ritual, doll.” Kai grins at me, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers. “You said you wanted to know.”
“The ritual isskinny-dipping?”
“Cleansing in the river before competition.” Carter unbuttons his shirt with deliberate slowness, revealing a chest that looks carved from marble and kissed by moonlight. “Washes away bad luck.”
“Very spiritual,” Seth adds, deadpan, as his boxers join the pile. And I don’t know where to look now.
I spin around so fast I nearly give myself whiplash. “You could havewarnedme!”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
My imagination fills in the details with devastating accuracy from when I saw him naked the night I picked him up from jail—broad shoulders and narrow hips, muscle and shadow and miles of bare skin. Heat floods through me, pooling between my thighs, and I press them together like that’ll help.
It doesn’t.
“Come on, June.” Kai’s voice is closer now, rough silk against my nerve endings. “Strip down and get in.”
A laugh escapes me, slightly strangled. “You know that’s illegal, right? Public nudity?”
“Only illegal if someone catches you,” Carter says, chuckling.
“Nope. Absolutely not.” I shake my head, still facing away from them. “I’ll leave the skinny-dipping to you three. Some of us have a healthy relationship with consequences.”
“Suit yourself.”
Splashing behind me. Bodies entering water.
Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.
I twist around.
All three of them wade into the river, water rising to their waists, moonlight painting their backs in silver and shadow. Muscles shift and flex as they move. Droplets catch the light like scattered diamonds. Seth’s broad shoulders. Carter’s lean lines. Kai’s powerful build.
My mouth dries while my body temperature spikes high enough that I’m surprised I don’t steam. Between my thighs, slick gathers, my biology screamingHello, yes, those three, please, immediately.
But my body doesn’t give a damn about boundaries. It only cares about the three gorgeous Alphas currently putting on a show that would make Renaissance sculptors weep.
“Enjoying the view?” Kai calls, glancing back with a knowing smirk. Water drips from his dark hair.
