Page 10 of Talk About… Secrets
My gaze shifted to the water, seeking out the omega laughing and splashing with Cade. They looked so good together, his face losing the stress like it did when he painted. She was all smiles and sunshine.
“We have no choice. What kind of impression do we leave if we force ourselves on her when she’s setting a clear boundary. That’s not how I intend to start off pack life.”
“Just friends is going to be fucking torture,” I said on a sigh. “But I agree. She needs to know we’re a pack that takes her needs and boundaries seriously.”
He nodded. “The best I could do was ask for this weekend. Nolan and Hailey think we’re finalizing plans and testing out thevenue. We have to take pictures and keep up pretenses. But at least we’ll get her to ourselves until Monday.”
“Why is this place empty?” I asked, giving my alpha the side eye. He was never afraid to throw our wealth around if it benefited him.
“They had a family reunion scheduled. It was canceled last minute because the daughter had gone missing from some hospital, so we were the only booking. The receptionist was quite the gossip, but accepted easily when I paid her well to keep it booked just for us. The resort is ours until the wedding week starts.”
“Does she know who we are?” There were too many times in our past that our business was all anyone knew about us.
"Not that I know of,” he said with a shrug. “Though, I have a feeling it wouldn’t matter to her.”
We both looked out at them as those words sunk in. She was adorable, and when those eyes were back on me, all the rest fell away. We could do this. For her.
“Come on, super hero,” she called out.
When I didn’t move, she swam over to the ladder and climbed out, hellbent on getting us in the water. Cade was watching her ass like he was memorizing it. Though, with an artist, nothing was sacred. He’d dedicate a whole studio to our omega’s curves in a heartbeat.
“What if I can’t swim?”
She frowned at that, looking over at me with a hand over her eyes to shield herself from the sun.
Her eyes widened as a slow grin formed over my face. Only when she dropped her hand and stepped back did I move.
“Hold your breath, freckles,” I yelled as I snatched her up and launched us both in the air. The water was just cold enough to shock at first, but was so refreshing. We broke the surface and she growled at me.
“That was evil, now I’ll have to call you a Villain,” she pouted, though she made no move to swim away.
“My name is Spencer,” I offered, releasing my hold so my arms were only loosely around her, hoping she wouldn’t be pulling away.
“You guys are just trying to make this difficult aren’t you? Couldn’t you be a little less charming?”
My head fell back as I laughed. It was the kind that burst out of you, loud and unbidden, nothing holding it back. The happiness of it flooded through me, the rush of serotonin something I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before.
“We need to negotiate these terms, freckles. I don’t think I can go long without you by my side. You’ve already ruined me.”
She let out a nervous breath. “But we just met.”
I buried my nose in her neck, breathing in her scent. It was sharper now, a bit of worry and lust mixed in. She wanted this as badly as I did. If she shifted closer, she’d see just how much, even in this cool water.
“I’ve been waiting for you for years, Grace. I’ll wait a little longer if I have to. You’re ours, though, we can’t just walk away. And no one has to know what happens behind closed doors.”
Grace
Cade, Spencer, and Beck were everything I could have dreamt up in a pack. The alpha was intense, which meant the two betas were the perfect way to round him out.
Cade was a free spirit. He laughed easily and the way he was impulsive kept me out of my head. His hair was a dark copper color and his freckles, though lighter than mine, were similar. We were both pale, making Beck order us out of the water to apply sunblock.
“I’ll handle hers,” Spencer said with a grin, plucking the sunblock out of his hand and coming over to me. “May I, freckles?”
Warmth spread through me at the nickname. It was cute and sweet and as unique as the beta himself.
“Sure,” I offered in a voice that was overly husky. He just grinned, swirling his finger in the air to tell me to turn. I did ashe asked, letting my eyelids flutter closed at the first brush of his warm, sunblock coated hands over my skin.
He took his time running his hands over my body. There wasn’t a spot of exposed skin he missed.
