Page 11 of Talk About… Secrets
Each gentle touch had a shiver of pleasure coursing through me until my arousal scented the air.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, freckles. Are you sure you want to wait? We could make you feel so damn good.”
“I have no doubt you would. But then, it would be too hard to put space between us,” I argued, gentle but firm.
Hurting their feelings wasn’t something I was willing to do but I was reminding us both that there was a clear expectation between us.
A boundary that I stupidly set.
Though, I didn’t truly regret it. Hailey’s wedding had to come first and they deserved me at my best.
Needing distance, I hurried back to the edge and dove into the water. My body sliced through the cool lake surface, plunging underneath and chasing away any heat he had burning through me.
When strong arms pulled me close, I spun in his hold. Beck wasn’t who I expected, but I melted as the alpha held me close, brushing his lips over mine under the surface of the lake.
He didn’t pull me back when I pushed off his chest and broke the surface.
“You’re even cute when you’re soaking wet,” he teased as he joined me. “This bikini is going to get me through the long days until we get you again, sweetheart.”
I hated to admit but I was going to struggle as well. They were already growing on me. That pack compulsion to be close, to touch them, to taste them, was insane.
A sharp whistle had us looking over to see a woman dressed in a pencil skirt and scowl glaring at us.
“Did it say no swimming?” I asked with a laugh. “She looks pissed off.”
“I don’t give a fuck if it did. We have the whole place for the weekend, I think she’ll manage.”
“What?” I asked, confused. “This is a whole venue and vacation spot. There’s no way.”
“Where there’s a credit card, there’s a way,” he countered, giving me a wink.
Damn, it was hot as hell seeing him throw his power around like that. Some omegas might have trouble spending their alphas’ money, but I was all for being spoiled. I loved receiving presents.
Plus, I had plenty of money of my own to spend, too. My online design business was always busy, but I’d scheduled time off for the week of the wedding, and a recovery week after. Self-care, and all that.
When I reached the ladder on the dock, Cade reached down and pulled me up, tucking me in his side.
“She’s scary, save me,” he hissed. His lips were pressed together so he didn’t smile or laugh.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, crossing my arms. I didn’t like her attitude at all.
“Yes. I was told to be here for a meeting with my client’s Maid of Honor and Best Man, and no one has approached me,” she said in a huff. “I assume that’s you and one of these men?”
For a woman our age she was tense.
“As far as I knew, there was no set meeting or time,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “My sister would have said if there was. Did plans change in the last hour?”
“Well, no,” she admitted with narrowed eyes. “But I don’t have all day.”
Her eyes shifted to my pack that was only in sopping wet boxers and a low growl echoed out of me.
“We will meet you inside. And I’ll be sure to clear this up with Hailey as well,” I said. My tone was sharp and icy, something I’d never use normally.
She gave me one last look over before turning on her heels and trying to stomp back to the lodge. Her heels sank in the soft grass, making it look awkward instead of snobby.
“What was that, muse?” Cade teased as he ran his nose over my cheek and neck, making goosebumps form on my skin.
Now that I was out of the water, the early summer breeze was making it chilly, but I knew that was the close proximity of my new pack.
