Page 68 of Sovereign Oaths

Her eyes widened. “Cruz!”

“I was wondering who added that to the grocery list.” Marco cracked a smile.

“She also admitted she preferred the brownie to the cheesecake we got the other night,” I spilled.

Javi mock gasped with his hand over his heart. “I let you have the last bite because I thought you loved it.”

She turned her glare on me. “Never telling you anything again.”

“Technically, nothing you said left the room. They just came in,” Cruz said, jumping to my aid.

“Next, she’s going to tell us she actually loves the boat and wants to live on an island for the rest of her life,” Marco teased.

She closed her eyes. “No. Never again.”

“Since we’re on an honesty kick, did you even like that thing I did the other night with my tongue or––” Cruz yelped as she kicked him off the bed and he fell to the floor.

“No sex for you.” She pointed down at him.

“No.” He pouted with his chin on the edge of the mattress. “Take it back.”

She flung the sheet back, revealing all of herself to us, and crawled past him. Marco helped her off, and she tugged his hand, pulling him behind her. “Come on, Javi.”

I huffed. “What about me?”

“You’re grounded too,” she called back with a laugh.

The other bedroom door shut, and I glared down at Cruz. “Thanks a lot, shithead.”

He smirked. “We’ll make dinner. She can’t stay mad at us when she’s full of tacos and margaritas.”

“I don’t wanna,” she whined while adding mascara to her already dark lashes.

I swiped a razor over my rough stubble at the sink next to her. The way her backless dress fell forward when she leaned toward the mirror, revealing a delicious amount of side boob, was driving me crazy. Did we have enough time for me to rip it off her and do all the things I was dreaming of?

I nicked my chin and grimaced. Fuck. I needed to focus.

“Then you should have said no.” Marco leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe.

She pointed the wand at him. “As if I could.”

He snickered. “You’re the boss.”

“I wish,” she mumbled as she widened her eyes and added another coat, a word I hadn’t known had so many meanings until she gave me a step-by-step explanation of her makeup routine. I was learning so much about things I didn’t want to know.

“If you ever really don’t want to do anything––”

“We’ll be here forever,” she interrupted. “I have to do hard things.”

“Like attending private concerts.” Cruz dropped his chin on Marco’s shoulder with an exaggerated pout.

“It’s a guitar player. Not exactly in my top ten playlists.”

I stood back and checked my reflection, making sure I hadn’t missed a spot.“Well, if you don’t hurry, we might miss it entirely.”

She groaned and put her makeup bag in a drawer. “I was waiting on you.”

“Have fun.” Marco shrugged off Cruz and kissed her quickly.

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