My eyes fly to Nik’s as I gasp. There’s a round cut diamond pendant necklace and a bracelet that matches. I mean, I think it’s a diamond. That’s what it looks like.
The bracelet has two metal sides that are elegant and simple, but the top has a very large round clear stone.
“I noticed you don’t wear much jewelry, so if you hate it, we can save it for special occasions. But I know you have a birthday coming up at the end of April, and I figured it was fitting to match your birthstone,” he says, seeming to grow more uncomfortable the longer he speaks.
“I love it, but for the record, you don’t need to spend this type of money on me again,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Sorry, it’s beautiful and I love it.”
“Good,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around my head and pulling my mouth to his. We share a kiss directly in front of Oliver’s face. He tightens his hold on my hips as Nik devours me in a tantalizingly slow kiss that builds until I’m grinding over Oliver.
“Let’s not forget Miller,” Nik says in an amused tone as he pulls back.
I follow his lips, which makes him chuckle.
I give Oliver a quick kiss on the cheek before aiming for Miller.
Nik helps me stand, and before I turn to head for my last gift, I make sure to kiss his cheek too. Naughty kisses are one thing, but I want him to know how much I appreciate him.
“I really do love it. No one has ever given me jewelry before.” I give him a quick hug and move to Miller.
“Mine is nowhere as fancy as that,” he says, rolling his eyes at Nik over my shoulder.
I climb into his lap, facing him, and bury my face in his fuzzy throat. His beard tickles my skin, but I really love the sensation.
“Spending more doesn’t make it mean more,” I whisper against his ear.
“Good,” he says, taking the black box Oliver holds out. He sets it between us and I lift off the lid.
“Ohmigosh,” I whisper, running my fingers over the cover.
The dark brown leather scrapbook is smooth against my skin. Embossed on the cover are the wordsPacked Full of Memories.
“My dads gave my mom one very similar to this forty years ago,” he says, palming the back of my head. Oliver appears setting down another set of boxes, but these aren’t wrapped. One is a digital camera and the other is a small photo printer. “There’s another box of goodies. It’s paper and border, glue and tape, stickers to decorate it. That kind of thing.”
“I-I...” My head shakes and I have no idea why I burst into tears again. I seal my mouth to Miller’s as Oliver pulls the items free.
“I’m glad you like it,” Miller says, nuzzling his cheek to mine.
“I love it.” My heart races. I honestly don’t know how I lucked out finding these guys, but I’m really freaking happy that I did.
“You assholes,” Carver grumbles. My eyes fly to the door and he’s standing there, glaring at the guys. He’s got on dark jeans, combat boots, and the same long-sleeve security polo he always wears, but he looks extremely hot despite the fact there’s nothing different about what he’s wearing. I think it’s his energy, or maybe it’s the glare he’s shooting at my alphas, but Carver is gorgeous.
“You didn’t wait for me?” He sounds more hurt than I’d expect.
“Shit,” Nik says, sighing heavily.
“It’s fine,” Carver says in an icy tone. He heads my way with several bags on his arm. “Can I give you my gifts in the nest?”
“It really wasn’t purposeful,” Oliver says, grimacing.
“Yeah, well, check your texts next time.” Carver offers me a hand.
I give Miller’s shoulder a quick squeeze and let Carver pull me up. He guides me toward the nest, and once we’re inside, he closes the door.
“The cushion or the den?” he asks, nodding between the two. He kicks off his unlaced boots, giving me an expectant look.
“The den is good.” I aim for the stairs, and since the curtain is open, I climb inside.
“Goddamn,” Carver mutters. “Your ass is so damn juicy. It makes me want to bite it.”