Page 62 of Priceless

The warning growl came from Everett, and he tightened his hold. “As our wife, you can do whatever you want, Ocean. The one thing I won’t let you do is talk down about yourself. It’s not what you really think, it’s what’s been repeated to you.”

The shock rolled through me. I had been about to say I wasn’t good at it. It wasn’t something that had been said to me, but everything else implied that. But it wasn’t the only thing. “I’ll say something else then. I don’t have much experience, so being with the three of you feels really overwhelming. I’m not saying I don’t want that. I just have no idea how to even go about it.”

Everett’s voice grew even darker. “Are you a virgin, Ocean?”

“No. But I might as well be,” I said with a laugh. “I’ve been with two people. I don’t want to talk about them.”

He kissed me below my ear. “Who do I have to kill?”

“No killing.”

“We’ll see. I don’t want this morning to be heavy, so I won’t ask now. But I’ll get it out of you eventually, nymph.”

I could barely breathe because perfume was pouring out of me. Being overwhelmed by them was going to become a normal thing, and I needed to get a hold of myself or I’d spend the next year doing nothing but staring and perfuming.

Everett walked me forward with his arms still around me. “Should I carry you to the surprise?”

“No.” I pulled away from him quickly. “Nope, I’m fine.”

When I glanced at him, I saw something spark in his gaze, but he didn’t protest. Cameron took my hand and wove our fingers together. “Let’s go.”

And then we were running through the halls, him pulling me after him with a giant smile on his face. I laughed and couldn’t stop laughing. “Cameron, slow down.”

“Nope.”

“Cam.”

We ended up back in my room, my wedding dress still draped over the bed where we left it. He grinned and spun me under his arm. “I love it when you call me Cam. Do it more often. We call Everett ‘Rett,’ too.”

“Rett?”

“Much to my annoyance,” he said, leaning on the doorframe. He crossed his arms, which put everything on display, and the tattoos I hadn’t been able to focus on last night. Several thick, black lines encircled one forearm, and thinner black bands bracketed the opposite bicep. They were stark, brutal, and fucking hot.

Cam made a face at him. “Don’t scare her. He secretly loves it.”

“Or maybe that’s what I let you believe.”

“Grumpy bastard,” Cameron muttered before he smiled at me again. “Do you notice anything, Ocean?”

I frowned, glancing around the room. As far as I knew, it looked the same as it had last night. “Like what?”

“Look carefully.”

I did, taking in the room. It was light and bright, filmy curtains over windows looking out toward the beach, past a garden and lawn filled with magnolia trees. But I didn’t think that was it. Was anything weird?

As I scanned the space, my eyes were drawn to the wall by the bed. It looked strange. There was a recessed piece of it that didn’t belong. “Is it that?”

“Why don’t you go find out?”

It just looked like a piece of wall, but as I got closer… was this a door?

Micah came with me, catching my hand and pressing a nearly invisible button just beside the panel. It slid back without a sound, opening into a dimly lit hallway.

“Let me guess,” I said. “This is where you keep the bodies?”

“Nah. We keep those in a fridge in the basement before we take them out to sea and dump them.” Cameron deadpanned.

A laugh fell out of me. “Oh.”

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