Holy shit. That’s hot.
As Adam swims with Crooze, Bat decides to jump in with them, chasing after some of the toys Crooze hasn’t gathered. It isn’t long after that Remy stands from her napping spot, shakes off, and runs after Bat into the water.
Jasper comes to join Ezra and me in the grass, Danko hot on his heels, panting from playing and ready to sunbathe.
“This is really nice,” he says, voice low and loving.
“It really is,” Ezra agrees, eyes on Remy in the water as she swims, her little butt popping out of the water now and then.
I hug Nikki, which makes her stir, shake her head, ears flapping. She stretches leisurely, then hops off my lap and strolls to the water’s edge. There, she sniffs around, looks out at Adam, Crooze, Remy, and Bat, then places a paw into the water.
I’m enraptured.
She takes another step into the lake when a little wave rolls in, dunking her head in the water. Immediately, she jumps out, looking absolutely horrified, and runs straight back to me. I try not to laugh, I swear, but I can’t help it. And I think Nikki is offended as I dry her little furry body off and Jasper and Ezra join in my laughter.
We spend another couple of hours at the lake before deciding to pack up and head back to the house. But, despite being in the water for hours straight, Crooze has other plans. Like staying in the water forever.
Adam eventually hauls Crooze out and snaps his leash on before he can jump back into the water, which he definitely tries to do.
Ezra helps try to divert Crooze’s attention with treats. Lots and lots of treats.
Once everyone is finally dry, we hop in Jasper’s truck and head back to the house.
Adam plops onto the couch with a huff, his shirt back on. Unfortunately.
“Hey, Adley.” His tone is tentative, and I turn to him with a smile. “Do you like dancing?”
My smile turns to a grin. “Love it. Why?”
He clears his throat, obviously nervous. “There’s this lounge just outside of town. I was hoping maybe you’d go with me after dinner.”
A lounge with Adam? How could I possibly refuse?
“I’d love to.”
“You look outstanding.”
Well after dinner and showers and a change of clothes, Adam returns to the house and greets me with those words. But he’slooking absolutely fuckable right now in tailored gray pants, a black leather belt laced through the loops, and a pristine white button-down shirt with the sleeves at his elbows. The top few buttons are undone, and all I want to do is kiss his throat.
I put on a dark red knitted dress with long sleeves that reaches my mid-thigh and a pair of black knee-high boots with flat heels.
If there’s one rule I adhere to, it’s never to go out dancing in heels.
I’m not usually accident-prone, but, oh boy, is that a disaster waiting to happen to my ankles every single time I’ve tried on the dance floor.
“You look like a work of art.” I breathe the words, sure there are stars in my eyes as I say them.
His cheeks tint pink, his feet shuffling a bit, and I love how bashful he gets when praised.
“Are you ready?”
With a nod, I lock up the house, and we go to Adam’s car.
The lounge is only about a ten to fifteen-minute drive from my house, and it looks super lively from the outside, lights flashing through the windows, a steady bass line bumping loud enough to hear in the car.
Adam parks and rushes to my side as I open the door, taking my hand and guiding me from the seat. At the door, he pays a cover charge for himself—apparently Omegas are always free to enter—and with our hands joined, we walk through the door.
The inside is both cozy and wild at the same time. There’s a bar on the far right, lots of tables and booths along the walls with intimate candlelight. In the back is a DJ booth, a guy tapping on a couple of laptops as colorful lights swing all around, making rainbows stream across the dance floor in front of the booth, giving the dancing patrons a colorful glow.
