I grinned at how grumpy he sounded. “You don’t have to come. I promise I’ll be right back.”
But Easton rolled off the air mattress, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He pushed up with a groan, his eyes still half-closed. “Naked,” was the only word he spoke.
“What’s he going on about?” Finn asked, finally stirring.
“Only good part of this morning routine,” Easton muttered. “Although you could just stay in bed, naked.”
He held his arms out to me for what I thought was a hug, but then he picked me up and started walking to the front door.
“We have to put on clothes.” I laughed as I clutched my half-asleep alpha as he stumbled to the door, my two other bewildered alphas following us.
“Felix,” was all he said, and that was fair. It had taken him ages to get his pants back from Sir Cat last time.
“Sweetheart, what is it we’re doing atsix-thirty in the morning?” Lars asked as we headed out the door.
“I start my mornings with a swim in the ocean. It’s part of my routine.”
“Some people drink coffee and have breakfast in bed for their morning routine,” Finn muttered.
We made our way down to the beach, the early morning air crisp and cold. I pushed at Easton’s arms and he carefully set me down. The sand was icy under my feet.
My three guys stood side by side. Naked and shivering.
The absurdity of it all filled my chest with giddy happiness. How was it that I had three guys who would follow me outside, even though it was too early and too cold for them? It made me feel powerful.
And loved.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and headed towards the water, lifting my arms and spinning in the air. “I thought you were big, strong alphas,” I taunted.
“This is unnatural,” Finn shouted back.
“Lars, you’re Swedish.” I squealed as the first wave hit my skin.
His grumbled response was lost in the wind as I ran further into the water. The water was so cold it hurt, but I loved it because it made me feel grounded andalive.
I turned around to see my alphas still on shore but inching closer to the water.
“I don’t think this is safe,” Finn said. “Come back here, Olive. You’ll get sick.” He injected his voice with that stern tone that made slick pour down my thigh, but I just fell back in the water on my back, the waves cooling my overheated skin.
“I guess no one wants a blow job!” I called out.
“Wait, what?” Easton took a few clumsy steps into the water, swearing copiously as a wave snuck up on him and drenched his side.
“First alpha to come here gets a blow job.”
I’d never seen anyone move faster. Lars, Finn, and Easton ran into the waves. Lars shoved Finn, who fell back and started shouting about a red card, and Easton seemed to fall over his own feet and crash into the water. Tears streamed down my face from laughter, and then Lars’s strong arms were around me, picking me up.
“I see we’re going to have to keep a very close eye on you, naughty girl.” He started carrying me towards shore. I snuggled into his chest, my arms and legs wrapped around him as I soaked in his warmth.
“Does that mean you don’t want a blow job?” I nibbled on his throat, his skin salty.
He cleared his throat. “Didn’t say that.”
I pressed my laugh to his chest as the other guys joined us.
They all pressed in around me; the loneliness I’d felt for so long washed out to sea.
Easton stared at my fridge,grumbling at the lack of food.
