“Ineed to sit down,” I said, walking away from Cream Dream, a regular-shaped waffle in hand. They didn’t start selling the X-rated ones until later in the day. That didn’t mean the waffles were bad. They were still fucking fantastic. And they rolled it into a tube with the fillings. Perfection. “My legs are going to give out if I don’t.”
“That good, huh?” Isolde joined me at the picnic table I snagged.
“You have nofuckingidea.”
Ocean sat down beside me with her own waffle. “Now’s the time when you give us all the details you always beg for.”
My face turned hot. And it wasn’t from the sun. I cleared my throat. “Well… Aiden is a pleasure sadist.”
Isolde almost choked on her waffle. “Awhat?”
Which was how I told my best friends more details than they probably needed to know about my sex life. But I knew just as much about theirs.
“You’re right,” Isolde said. “I am jealous of that. But it’s okay. The guys have no problem taking their time until my body can get its shit together. And it is easier with them.”
“At least you didn’t squirt and think you peed,” Ocean muttered.
I snorted a laugh. “I thought they loved that.”
“Theydo, but I still remember those first few seconds of pure mortification.”
I’d gotten chocolate sauce and whipped cream on my waffle, andfuckit was good. There was too much chocolate, and it was dripping down my arm. Isolde was closer to the store. “Would you hate me if I asked you to go get me a napkin?”
“Legs too weak?” She teased.
“Yes.” I was sore. My pussy was swollen and puffy from the overstimulation, and I was definitely dropping. The sugar massively helped on that front.
When Isolde came back, she had a cup of water and napkins. “So you’re not sticky.”
“Thanks.”
“You already have Alphas to make you sticky.”
“Iz.”
Ocean cracked into laughter. “She’s not wrong, though. And it can be said about all of us. Especially you, Iz, with Rowan.”
“We’ve never actually mixed his chocolate with sex, but I’ll keep that in mind. He found a place for the edible dispensary, by the way. Dad is helping him work with the owners and making sure all the contracts are good.”
Isolde’s father was a lawyer. He’d make sure everything was perfect. I pointed at her. “As soon as you have an opening date, let me know, and we’ll run something.”
“I’ll do that.”
Once we’d finished our waffles and caught up on everything we needed to, I sighed. “I should probably go do some work. I’ve been slacking off.”
“At least it’s for a good reason,” Ocean said.
“That’s true.” I hugged them both before heading to my car.
The beach was full today, with everyone taking advantage of the holiday and soaking up the last few weeks of summer. Surfers and kids chasing each other, people sunbathing or reading beneath umbrellas. Others taking pictures and playing volleyball. It felt like the perfect day.
I took the long way to my car, walking along the beach at the sand line. If I walked on the sand right now, it would burn the hell out of my feet.
One of the photographers turned toward me and snapped a few pictures. I waved and smiled. Photographers were common on this beach. If you knew this beach, you knew there was a chance your photo would be taken. Hell, the city had even put up those signs that said by being here you consented to photos.
The guys were all in the kitchen and living room when I got back. Logan looked like he was ready to surf. “Are you heading to the beach?”
“Thought I might. I need to get some wave time before the competition.”
