Page 28 of Heat Haven Holidays

When I put it on, it’s clear that Grayson bought it. The man is exceptional at buying me clothes. It clings tight to my breasts, the straps tying off over the sides of my shoulders as the skirt flows. It’s romantic and dreamy. I grin in the mirror as I take in how well it fits me. I take longer than necessary to do my makeup and dry my hair, knowing full well the humidity is going to make it curl slightly as soon as we go outside. I do a double take in the mirror, feeling beautiful and excited about what my pack has planned.

When I step out of the bathroom, I didn’t expect to see them all dressed in soft white button up shirts and light, loose, khaki pants.

“What’s going on here?” I ask, arching an eyebrow and making eye contact with all of them.

“You’re always talking about how you want more pictures of all of us. We thought we could take some pack photos by the beach,” Grayson says, and I can’t help but jog over to him and wrap my hands around his waist. I want some cute ones, but some weird ass pictures too. Maybe where we all stack on top of each other and I’m on the top. The idea makes me giggle. I hold tight around his middle as he rubs my back.

“We gotta head down to the beach. The photographer will meet us there,” Dean says. I hug him next and then River as we make our way out of the bungalow. I wanted to give them their presents as soon as I woke up, but that can wait.

I’m giddy the whole ride down the pier, squeezing River’s hand as we finally make the way to the beach. The cabanas are open, white gauzy material blowing in the wind. I see a few snacks and wine bottles waiting on the lounge bed as well. This is perfect.

River takes my hand in his as we walk over to the beach. Grayson wrapping his arm around my waist. A girl falls down in the sand one time, and your Alpha acts like you can no longer walk.

Once we’re over by the cabana, a small woman wearing a tank top and board shorts greets us. She has a camera wrapped around her neck and a huge smile on her face.

“Welcome, I’m Aroha. I’ll be your photographer for today. Are there any poses you specifically want?” I think about telling her I want us to do the weird beach pyramid pose when Dean takes a list out of his pocket and hands it to her. She smiles and nods her head, putting it in her pocket as she starts directing us.

We do a variety of poses, some with all of us a mix of a few of us, couple poses. I can’t wait to see the final product. “Can I get one of just my guys?” I ask her. She nods and smiles, directing my guys to pose in different ways. I know as soon as she takes the one where Grayson is in the middle, wrapping both Dean and River’s necks to kiss them on the top of their heads, that it’s going to become my whole personality. I’ll need to have Kelsey draw it. It will become my new screensaver and I’ll have to have it printed in every size imaginable.

“Let’s get one more group one, right here by the water,” Aroha says. I follow the guys to the water. The temperature is perfect and I hope that we get some swimming time before the day is over. I’m so busy looking at the horizon that I’m startled by the sound of a throat clearing. I turn around and stop abruptly, seeing all three of my guys down on their knee. The shutter of Aroha’s camera clicks, but I can’t stop staring at the three of them.

They all have smiles plastered on their face. “Baby, I know a legal marriage isn’t something that we need, that our bonds are everything. But we wanted another way to signify how much you mean to us. That you’re ours forever.”

“I’ve been stalking your Pinterest. I know you wanted one, angel,” River says, holding open a box with what is no doubt a gorgeous ring. I just can’t seem to focus on anything except these men in front of me. I should feel a little silly for wanting this. My bonds are everything. But when I see them all down on one knee, showing me that they want me more than what our designations crave. They chose me above all else. It doesn’t feel so silly.

“Will you wear this ring and make us the happiest men in the world knowing that you’re ours?” Grayson says. They love me so much that they’re willing to show me in every aspect that I’m theirs. I know I’m crying happy tears, and I stare at Grayson a little too long before I nod my head.

“Phew, had us nervous there, baby girl,” Grayson says as he picks me up, swinging me around. River and Dean wrap their arms around both of us. I feel so complete. They are my family, these three amazing men and the friends that we keep. That’s all I need.

As Grayson puts me down and River shows me the ring, I realize that I also need that ring because it’s fucking beautiful. I gasp as River pops it out of the box and puts it on my finger. It’s a pear-shaped diamond on a white gold band. It has to be at least two carats. It shines against the bright sun and I can’t help but smile.

Even if wanting this was silly, they gave it to me, happily and in such an adorable way.

“I love it, I love you three. Thank you,” I say, making eye contact with each of them.

“You’re our girl, our Omega, our bonded. We want you to know that in every possible way we can tell you. If you want us to hire a plane to write it in the sky, just let us know,” Dean says. I smile and lean against his chest. The shutter of a camera reminds me that Aroha is there and I smile wider, knowing that she caught it all.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas, thank you,” I say to all of them. It’s a ton of kissing and hugging, and I blatantly stare down at my ring multiple times. Aroha takes more pictures of us until she thinks she’s gotten it all. Her and Grayson chat. I’m assuming he is paying her and they discuss the transfer of the photos while Dean, River, and I eat the snacks on the bed. I can’t help it every time my ring catches the light.

“The trip was enough. You guys really outdid yourselves.”

“You’re our girl, Liv. Anything you want, we’re going to give it to you. If you wanted to be legally married to one of us, we would suck it up and do that too,” River says, and I shake my head.

“I don’t want that. I don’t know why I wanted a ring so bad. I think I just want anyone from a mile away to see that I’m taken,” I say, flashing them the large rock. Dean smiles and nods his head.

“I wonder what other ways we could let people know that you’re spoken for. I mean shit, you have Grayson and mines mark on you, River’s named tattooed on you, and now the rock. I’d say we could put something on your forehead, but your face is too pretty.”

I grin but throw a grape at his face. “So funny,” I joke. “When do I get to give you my presents?”

“Let’s head back now and we can exchange all the gifts and enjoy a lazy Christmas in the suite,” he says. I nod my head, feeling like my gifts don’t even compare to what they just did for me. But I live with three men who buy themselves anything that they want. Even as I look at the expensive as fuck ring on my finger, I know that material items don’t mean much to my pack. So I shake off the idea and my mood turns to excitement for them to see what I’ve had created for them.

We have more food back in our room. The Christmas tree is lit up, and the hot sun beams through the wall of windows. We’re all still in our clothes from the beach, but I don’t expect us to be in them long as I grab each one of their gifts and hand them out.

River smiles and opens his first. “Angel, you already got the tattoo,” he says. I roll my eyes. Like they didn’t just give me the world with this trip and ring. As he opens it, he grins and laughs. “I love it, angel,” he says. It’s an image I had Kelsey draw of us, our first time together in that alleyway. His fingers up my dress and lips pressed against mine. It’s one of my favorite memories. It’s the moment I knew for certain that the pack as a whole was mine and that River was my soulmate. He kisses my lips and the side of my head.

Next is Dean. This one was hard, and I actually had to have River help me with the fine details. It’s us on our knees on the floor of Heat Haven when he cradles my face and tells me he loves me. Dean’s eyes are watery as he takes in the artwork and pulls me against his chest, petting my hair. “I love you, Livy,” he says and I kiss his sternum before kissing his lips.

Grayson’s drawing, however, I remember like it was yesterday, and what can I say, I’m a dirty girl. Grayson clears his throat as he takes in the graphic art. “Jesus Christ, baby girl. This is fucking good, but nowhere near as good as the real thing.” He grins. It’s of me, on my knees, sucking his dick before we bonded. It’s exceptionally romantic. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says with soft eyes, and I lunge for his arms and he catches me.

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