Page 94 of Game Over

He pulled me in, his scent suddenly filling the elevator as well. “I never said I didn’t like it. I love how possessive you are.”

My face heated as I tucked myself under his arm. That possessiveness is what got us here in the first place. I initially thought it ruined everything, but it seemed to be the best thing that could have happened to us all.

I grabbed his collar and pulled him down for a kiss. The doors opened and Charlie backed off, going forward to hold the elevator. When I turned to Jesse I noticed him looking away, as if not to interrupt.

I rolled my eyes and pulled him forward, pressing my lips against his. He seemed taken aback for a moment, but quickly melted into me.

When I pulled back their eyes were hooded and their lips a bit swollen, my favorite way to see them. “Ready?”

They only nodded, taking my hand and pulling us through the elevator Charlie had been holding open for us. Our room wasn’t too far from the elevator and when the door opened, I couldn’t help but gasp.

The first thing that caught my eye was the large window overlooking the ocean. Just the living area was larger than my entire apartment, with a couple couches, a fireplace it would be too hot to use now, and the largest painting of a tiger I’ve ever seen across the back wall.

As I got closer to the big window, I realized it wasn’t just a big window, but a sliding glass door leading to the balcony. The ocean breeze hit me as I opened it. I padded across the smooth wood that was warm against my feet from the sun. It was large, and the edges were all glass, giving a good view of the ocean below. I first made my way to the soft top covered jacuzzi. I couldn’t wait to go in there. I hadn’t been on vacation since I was a child, and that was normally to the campsite closest to our house, and only included a playground and some sprinklers.

This was definitely an upgrade from the sprinklers. Most of the time only one of them worked and everyone had to take turns.

I gasped as hands wrapped around me, along with that buttery blueberry scent. “I love the smell of the ocean,” Charlie said as he rested his chin on the top of my head.

My attention was pulled from the ocean smell, now fully focused on him. “It’s pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you,” he said.

I rolled my eyes, rotating to face him. “That was cheesy.”

“But true,” he said with a smile. “Jesse’s getting ready to go down to the beach then the board walk. You game?”

“Always,” I said with a smirk.

My skin was tight with the salt from the ocean as we made our way towards the boardwalk. I had mostly dried, but my swimsuit cover still stuck to me in a bunch of places with the water. It was a sheer purple and matched my tye dyed white and purple bikini. When I first put it on Charlie had some… feelings. But once I showed him the other options I had he conceded this was the best one as long as it didn’t come untied anywhere, which he was very concerned about. Though I wasn’t sure why. He’d scented me so strongly that not even the ocean water washed it all away, not that I minded.

Jesse and Charlie walked slightly ahead of me. Jesse still had his towel wrapped around his middle, his plethora of tattoos and freckles shown off everywhere. His blonde beach waves made him look like he’d lived on the beach his entire life, though we knew he much preferred the company of his bed and computer. Iwould be more worried about how amazing he looked if I wasn’t sure at this point he smelled like a walking fragrance bar.

Charlie was no better, with his towel flexed around his broad shoulders, water dripping down his built back over his tanned skin. He was almost the antithesis of Jesse, his skin with not a single mark anywhere. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever thought about getting a tattoo. I would need to ask him later.

“Want to stop for churros?” Jesse asked, pointing to the stand on the corner with the big, sun faded sign for them.

“You know they’re my favorite,” I said, coming up to stand next to them.

“That’s why I asked. Come on.”

We made our way to the stand and waited in line, the smell of fried dough and cinnamon goodness filled the air. We each left with one as we walked around. They were perfectly crisp on the outside and fluffy in the middle, with the exact right amount of sugar-cinnamon coating. Truly magical.

“Why don’t we go in here?” Charlie asked, stopping in front of a pizza place called Flour Girl Pizza.

“Are you still hungry?” I asked. We’d grabbed sandwiches before we left the beach, but I wasn’t surprised my large alpha was still hungry.

“Yeah, come on.”

We made our way inside. It looked like any other hole-in-the-wall pizza place, with peeling checkered floors, red vinyl booths and a counter with warmers and pizzas behind the glass, ready to be doled out in individual slices.

Something in the back corner of the dining room caught my eye. It was obviously some kind of arcade game, and we would definitely need to check it out.

“Welcome in, can I help you?” the person behind the counter asked. They had a visor with the words “Flour Girl Pizza” across it.

“I’ll have a slice of buffalo chicken,” I said, realizing I was a bit hungry again as well.

Charlie and Jesse ordered the prosciutto and feta to split. As we waited for them to get warmed in the oven, I pointed back. “Can we go back and look at the games?”

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