Page 9 of Talk About… Secrets
I pulled out my phone and dialed Beck’s number, startling when it rang down the hall. We both were moving without thought, following the sound as he ignored it.
“No fucking way,” Cade said. A laugh barked out of him, echoing off the vaulted ceilings as my jaw dropped to the floor.
Beck’s phone was sitting next to a pale pink purse. There was a sundress folded neatly and his suit next to it.
If it wasn’t for the enormous windows showcasing the lake and the two people standing on the dock, I’d never believe it was Beck.
Beck was in his black boxers, she was in a bikini that was fucking sinful. The pink fabric stood out against all her pale skin and softness. Dark hair was curly and hung around her shoulders.
She was a walking wet dream.
“Should we give them a moment?” I asked, but Cade’s dark look had me laughing. He was already unbuttoning his own shirt and pants, adding them to the stack. Then he was sprinting out of the back door and rushing down the lane toward them.
He was never one for subtlety. I hoped our mate was ready for that.
It was starting to feel like I was always running behind them. Rushing wasn’t my style, I preferred to observe, then act. But right now I was cursing myself as I stripped down to my superhero boxers and sauntered out like I had all the time in the world.
That was because I hadn’t scented her yet.
“There he is,” Beck grinned, waving me closer. His dark eyes were practically sparkling as he gestured to me.
Then she turned those gorgeous blue eyes on me. It felt like the rest of the world was fading into the background. She was all I could see.
There was a gorgeous dusting of freckles over her nose and cheeks, then on her shoulders and dipping below her bikini. Her body was even more mouthwatering up close. She had soft curves, the kind that would fill my hands beautifully.
I felt my eyes drag slowly over every inch of her then flushed in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” I stuttered out. “I’m Spencer.”
“Grace,” she grinned, her smile adorably crooked and making her cheeks flush as she took me in. Then a laugh bubbled out of her as she reached my Batman boxers. “Really? I’m more of a Superman girl myself.”
I narrowed my eyes as my entire world shifted, putting her at the center. “Those are fighting words, omega.”
She giggled again and stepped closer, puffing her chest out like she could be intimidating at all. Instead, it had my eyes dipping to her full cleavage.
Everything about her was wild and free and fuck, I was already in love.
Then, I scented her. Sweet mint and green tea, so soothing and sweet that it had every knot in my body relaxing as it washed over me.
“Oh, you smell like a popsicle. Those red, white, and blue ones I get in the summertime,” she said, practically drooling over me.
Me. The beta who thought he was always left behind.
“You smell incredible, too, freckles. That sweet, minty scent is something I could breathe in for a lifetime and still never get enough.” To punctuate my words, I stepped forward, invading her space and running my nose along her jaw.
A small whimper escaped before she stepped back and flashed a grin, before bolting for the end of the dock and launching into the air. She curled into a ball, hitting the water with a hard smack.
“She’s fucking perfect,” I said, voice serious as I turned to our alpha.
He nodded, then frowned. “Yes, but we can’t have her past this weekend until the wedding is over. She practically ran from me.”
She just did the same to me as well, right off the end of the dock.
“What the hell do you mean?” I demanded, refusing to accept that answer.
She was ours. Why would we want distance now?
“That’s Hailey’s little sister, the one helping run this wedding. She also refuses to outshine her sister like their family has always done to them. That and something I haven’t figured out yet is holding her back. So, we agreed. We get this weekend, no holding back. Then Monday we play the part of casual friends and keep this a secret. After that, all bets are off.”
