Page 185 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Yeah, bye.”

I end the call and pocket my phone. Petra left the room while I was on my call, and now I have to round up everyone.

I grab a pot and a wooden spoon with a devilish grin on my face. Time to wake these fuckers up. I make my way to Jolie first and gently shake her. She groans and rolls over to face me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her sleepy eyes blinking open to look up at me.

“Nothing, I have a surprise, and it’s time to get up before I wake the bozos up.”

She nods and flicks her blanket off before throwing her legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll have a shower to help wake up. Is there a dress code?”

“Just a bikini would be nice,” I say, waggling my eyebrows at her.

“Is it hot outside?” she asks, and I shrug. It’s the middle of summer so I’m presuming so.

She stands and pushes up on her tippy toes, placing a kiss on my lips. I deepen the kiss, not giving a fuck about morning breath. She could not brush her teeth for a year, and I would still kiss the shit out of her. A growl vibrates in my throat, and I pull myself away.

“If you keep doing that, there will be no surprise for you... unless the tent in my pants surprises you.”

She giggles and pulls one of Marlow’s oversized shirts over her head, leaving her standing before me in just a very small pair of underwear.

I bite my finger and use all my restraint to not grab her by the hair and force her to her knees. Nope, not today, Little Angel. “Meet me downstairs.”

“Okay,” she throws over her shoulder while I leave her to shower.

I grab the pot and wooden spoon that I left by her door and go in search of the others, whacking the pan the entire way. Brennan is the first to appear—fully dressed—more relaxed today since it’s his day off, but still overdressed for where we are going. He raises a brow at me and smiles. Brennan would have been up with the birds.

“Get changed. We are going on a group date, and board shorts are the dress code.”

He goes to say something, but before he gets a word out, I give him a pointed look. He just nods, and I manage to find the guys one by one.

Boston storms out into the hallway, his hair sticking up everywhere and in just a pair of boxer briefs.

“We are leaving as soon as Jolie is dressed—be in the kitchen or get left behind. Wear board shorts.” I turn my back on him and go to hunt down the last man sleeping.

Kai is still unaware of the noises around him and sleeps like the dead. House fire, intruders—it doesn’t matter. He isn’t theman that will get you out; he will be the body they find, having slept through the entire thing.

I beat on the pot and yell, “Wakey-wakey, hands off snaky.”

“Fuck off unless your hands are going to touch my snaky,” he grumbles.

“Fine. Miss out on Jolie in a tiny bikini, while the rest of us spend the day touching her perfect tanned skin.”

He sits up dead straight, his eyes still closed. “Fuck you losers, I’m in.” Then he shuffles to the end of the bed and stands, rubbing his eyes.

“Get dressed and meet us down in the kitchen.”

I leave him to get ready and head back to the kitchen. Brennan has the coffee machine on and pours himself a cup.

I load up my arms with all the baskets and take them to my car. On my way back into the house, Brennan bypasses me and brings the rest of the stuff that Petra packed.

Walking back into the kitchen, I’m pleased to see everyone has finally made an appearance. Jolie leans against the kitchen counter in an orange bikini with a sarong tied around her waist. She is only in her first trimester, but her barely there bump has me all kinds of turned on and protective.

I squash down my insecurities, saddling up to her back and wrapping my arms around her waist.

“You smell amazing,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. Spinning her in my arms, I clutch her to my chest.

My hands slide down her curves, and I squeeze her ass cheeks between my fingers, lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist. The scent of cherry blossoms and toffee apples washes over me, a scent combination of her shampoo and body wash, so unique to her I would never be able to recreate it. Every time she spends the night in my bed, it lingers on my sheets for days, and I had to beg Petra not to change them. Now she has a rule that if we want them changed, we have to put them inthe laundry. Which means I’m probably not the only one who requested their sheets remain on their bed.

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