“Decide,” Loch whispered before he followed the others into the water.
Sawyer
Sawyer slid into the kitchen in his socks with Draco chasing behind him. It wasn’t his fault Draco had rolled over and knocked over his smoothie, getting a splash of icy cold drink on his belly as a wake up call. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but Draco screeched in surprise and it was honestly one of the funniest things Sawyer had ever seen or heard. So of course he’d laughed. Which of course had earned him infamous eyebrow glare number three hundred and eighty-six. It was the one that saidYou’re gonna get it.
Instead of owning up to his mistake— he really shouldn’t have propped the open smoothie thermos on the bed. It was asking for trouble— Sawyer took off at a run, to the only safe place that existed in the house: the kitchen, where Viv had very strict no horseplay rules. She was the only one in the house Draco was scared of anyway. She threatened to withhold food. It was his only weakness.
“Sawyer!” Viv turned and glared, her chef’s knife clutched in her hand. “What have I told you about— Oh my.”
Draco burst into the kitchen, stark naked, with green smoothie dripping down his body. One lone drop hung off the end of his cock, holding on valiantly before gravity won and it fell to the floor with a splat. Sawyer growled and grabbed the towel Viv had flung over her shoulder and pushed it in front of Draco’s crotch.
“What the hell, dude! Viv’s right there.”
“You shouldn’t have run in here then.”
“Well, yeah. Probably not. But I didn’t think you’d chase me naked.”
Draco shrugged. “You run. I chase.”
“Another good point.”
Draco growled and tugged him in close. “I oughta go throw you in the pool.”
“Is Ward out there?”
“Yep, sure is,” Viv said with a dreamy sigh. “It’s a lovely view.”
Draco groaned. “I don’t know which one of you is worse. Come back to bed,” Draco pouted.
“Nope. I’m good. Hey, I’m actually good. Huh. I just realized.”
Draco scowled and tightened his hold.
“Hey,” Sawyer said.
“What?”
“Use your sniffer.”
Draco buried his nose in Sawyer’s neck and inhaled.
“Smell good.”
“Not what I meant, goober head.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Draco lifted his head to growl out another protest, but made the mistake of inhaling before he did so. “Is that…. Please tell me that’s…”
“Pretty sure. Better hope we’re not in trouble.”
“We could always call Ward and ask him to come in. Dripping wet, not wearing much—”
“You would use our mate that way?”
Draco whimpered and looked around the kitchen.
