Because the thing was fucking huge.
“Jesus Christ, how the hell did they shove all this back here?”
The vanity had not one, not two, but four fucking sinks, each with their own shelving that framed an oval mirror that was placed above each of them on the wall. I slid my fingertips along the marbled countertop, which matched the floors, by the way. In the reflection of the mirror, I caught the hickies Dutch had left all along my neck, and the memory of last night sent shivers down my spine.
My nipples puckered against the silken fabric, and I turned away from the mirror in order to calm my body down.
Only to be faced with the biggest walk-in shower I’d ever seen in my life.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered.
Not only was the walk-in shower laden with smooth stone, but it encompassed the whole back wall of the bathroom. With the toilet crooked in a private corner at the end of the sinks, the shower seemed to be at least a third of the bathroom. I walked through the miniature hallway that had been lined with all sorts of expensive body washes and shower toiletry needs, but the thing that tripped me up was the step down.
Two steps down, actually.
Into a massive pit that had a drain toward the bottom.
Holy fuck, it’s a shower and a damn swimming pool.
As I gazed around the stone encasement, I found myself smiling harder than ever. Not only was the place absolutely humongous, but it certainly held enough room for all four of us. Whether we wanted to shower, take a bath, or do… other things… we all had the space to completely spread out.
And coupled with the four-sink vanity, something told me they had this room primed and waiting for someone special.
Like me.
“Time to wash up,” I whispered as I started my climb out of the stonewalled depths.
After cleaning myself up a bit, I ventured out of my private alcove only to find the smell of breakfast enticing me into the kitchen. I followed the smell of sizzling bacon and freshly scrambled eggs only to find that the guys were all standing in the kitchen in nothing but their boxers.
And there was a serious lack of security guards walking around.
“Where’s everyone else?” I asked as I emerged from the hallway.
Dutch smiled as he turned to face me. “We dismissed the guards for the day.”
Troop walked a mug of coffee over to me. “Figured we could all use some alone time after everything that’s happened.”
I took it from him and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheeks. “Thanks.”
He chuckled. “No problem.”
“Looks good on you, by the way,” Dutch said as he raked his gaze down my body.
I tossed him a playful wink. “Now, I just need the rest of the colors of the rainbow.”
“That, we can do,” Range said as he turned off the stove. “Breakfast is ready, by the way.”
“Porch?” Troop asked.
I smiled from ear to ear. “Sounds delightful.”
Troop and Dutch guided me out onto the porch where the sun rose behind our heads, casting beautiful colors all along the waves of the ocean beneath us. The soft crashing of its waters against the cliffside we practically hung off of mesmerized me, and as I sank into a cushioned chair, Range plopped a plate of food down into my lap.
Before hitting a button that scooped my legs out from beneath me.
“Whoo!” I exclaimed in shock.
Range kissed the top of my head. “Bet you didn’t know they made outdoor recliners, huh?”
