Page 120 of Never Tamed
“I know.” She waves her hand in the air between us. And lifts her chin to the fireworks in the sky above us. “I’ve made peace with it. Not that I like him. None of your boyfriends are worth a pinch of salt. But if they make you happy—”
She wiggles her eyebrows, and I know exactly what she means.
“It’s not like you to keep those details to yourself. You’ve always been more than happy to share the short—and long—details with your girls.”
She sounds put out that I haven’t been giving her dirty details.
“This time, it matters more.” I flash a smile. “Not to mention I’m too satisfied to feel the need to gossip.”
She stares at me, blinking, then barks out a laugh and drives her elbow into my side. “You are such a bitch! I can’t believe you.”
Aspen comes over and drops hard on the blanket in front of me. “What are we talking about?”
“Penises,” Carrigan clarifies.
Interest deepens in my head as all four mates tune in at the mention of the word. They’d been pointedly avoiding the actual conversation, trying to give me and the girls space, but at the mention of sex or anything involving dick—
Maybe your friends need a visual, Dax growls suggestively.
I hide my laugh behind a cough.Carrigan has already seen more than enough of you. She can make her own connections.
Keep your cock in your pants or I swear to God…Noble starts.
Let the girls gossip about us. The less you say, the more they’ll guess. Mathis is matter-of-fact.
He’s a few paces down the sandy shore from us and manning the grill with Flora. The omega wobbles slightly from her booze intake, but with Owen watching the kids, she deserves to let loose a little bit.
If you finish up those ribs, then maybe they’ll have something else to distract them rather than wondering about my love life. And the lack of details I’ve given them, I reply.
Torin chuckles.I appreciate the tight lips.
They won’t be tight for long when I shove my cock through them. Dax accompanies the statement with a visual in my head and my stomach warms, color dappling my neck.
“Are you okay? You’re red-faced!” Aspen says.
“I’m fine,” I insist. “It’s nothing.”
Another round of fireworks blasts into the air and lights the lake surface with rainbow colors.
“Enough of this sappy bullshit!” Dax whoops and grabs me away from the girls, swinging me over his shoulder. “Come here, Red.”
The motion drives the breath from my lungs. “What are you doing?” I ask through a laugh.
“Cooling you down. Wet t-shirt contest. I don’t fucking know.” Dax jogs to the water and splashes.
The water doesn’t immediately turn to steam when it hits my skin, which is a little surprising with how hot I’m getting. It has nothing to do with the weather and everything with the sensation in my head and crawling through my body.
Dax’s desire is like a blast from a flamethrower. It scalds down our bond and through me in no uncertain terms. He’s horny and aching.
My mates rarely agree on anything without a lengthy argument. But there is one thing they’re always ready to agree on, and that’s me. Us.
Dax told us all about Catarina—well, Gracie—after the fight with the Blood Moons. Torin was shocked. Hell, we all were, but when we asked Dax if he wanted to go looking for her, he refused. Catarina has been too corrupted, he said. She isn’t his sister anymore, and if she did manage to survive that storm with her wounds and broken leg, she’d be wise to stay away.
If I see her again, I might have to break her other leg. Give her a matching set.
But that’s all in the past. There hasn’t been any signs of Catarina or another bloodthirsty, crazed alpha like Andras.
Just…peace. Like it should be.
