Page 6 of Heatwaves

Biting my lip, I glance up at him and find a bashful smile on his face. “You want to help me through my heat?”

“Hell yes, we do.”

I glance over my shoulder to find that Oliver has returned, smirking down at me for amoment before glancing at his friends. “Right, guys?”

“Damn straight.”

“Fuck yes.”

“Yes, please.” It’s said in barely a whisper, but I can’t help grinning as my eyes meet Ty’s. He ducks his head for a moment, a shy smile on his lips, before he takes a deep breath and lifts his head to meet my eyes once more.

“Thank goodness,” I breathe out with a laugh. “I really didn’t want to deal with those idiots again.”

The five of us laugh, settling back into the sand as we talk. We spend hours talking and learning about one another—completely ignoring the ritual behind us. When we exchange numbers, it takes everything in me not to squeal with excitement.

By the time we stand to leave, it’s fully dark, and we’re the only ones left on the beach. Glancing at my phone, I see it’s well past dinnertime. I wince when I see I’ve missed a handful of calls from both of my parents.

“Fiddlesticks, how did it get so late? I haven’t been paying attention to the time at all. I really have to go.” Glancing up at the guys, I feel awkward again. “I guess I’ll see you in four days?”

“Don’t think that you’re getting off that easy, Lila.” Aidan climbs to his feet, grabs my hand, and yanks me into his body. Before I realize what he intends to do, his lips are on mine. I gasp, and he deepens the kiss. I lean into him as my arms wrap around his neck, losing myself in his kiss.

He ends it before I’m ready, and I can’t help the little whine that falls from my lips as he pulls away. My eyes are just blinking open when someone else’s lips find mine. Carter hums into the kiss as his hands settle on my hips, though he doesn’t deepen the kiss as Aidan had.

When Carter steps back, Oliver takes his place. He just barely brushes his lips across mine before pressing a firmer kiss to my forehead. Then he’s gone, and Ty is standing a few feet away, eyes locked on the sand.

I smile because there’s just something about this man’s bashful manner that wants me to make him feel comfortable. Maybe it’s because he reminds me of myself?

I step toward him until we’re almost touching. “Do I get a kiss from you, too?”

Ty sucks in a deep breath as his eyes flash up to mine. He swallows, nodding, but doesn’t make a move toward me. I lay my hand on hischest, leaning my weight into him as I stretch up to kiss him.

It takes a moment for him to respond as my lips move against his, but when he does?

It’s times like this I wish I cussed because I can’t think of any non-profane words to describe what I’m feeling.

Ty growls, one hand landing on my hip while the other tangles in my hair. He turns my head so he can deepen the kiss, tugging on my hair just hard enough to send a shiver down my spine. A moan spills from my lips as my hands grasp at him, trying to get closer—trying to climb him like a tree.

My panties, which were already wet, are now drenched.

When Ty pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, we’re both panting.

“That was fucking hot,” Aidan whispers, and when I turn my head, I find him standing right beside us with a grin on his face.

I laugh before pressing a quick kiss to Ty’s lips and stepping away from him. They already have my head spinning and all we’ve done was kiss. What is it going to be like going through my heat with them?

I can’t freaking wait to find out.

“I really do have to go.” I pause as it hits me that I rode here with my parents. “Fiddlesticks.”

“What’s wrong?” Carter asks with a frown as he steps closer, hand stroking down my cheek.

I laugh. “I rode here with my parents. That’s probably why they were calling me, and I never even heard my phone. I guess I’ll have to order a car.”

“Absolutely not.” Carter shakes his head. “I’ll give you a ride home. We came in two cars so the others can head home while I take you.”

“I hate to impose.” I bite my lip, glancing up at him from under my eyelashes. While it’s true that I hate to impose, I also want him to take me home. I want to spend as much time with him and the other three men as possible. A fact that freaks me out a bit, seeing as I’ve only known them for a few hours.

“It’s not an imposition,” he says. “In fact, I insist.”

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