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A gasp escapes me, my legs feeling like they’re going to give way. I hold onto Liam’s biceps as they drive me to near madness with their teasing tongues and hands.
Finally, Dane cusses from the cockpit, then untangles himself from the seatbelt. “Autopilot’s on.”
Liam moves to my other breast and Dane takes the one he left and I moan, aching for them
My world narrows down to the three Alphas surrounding me, their touches, their scents, their raw need. And I know, without a doubt, that whatever heights we reach tonight, it won’t be because of the jet. It will be us—entwined, connected, unstoppable.
“Take me higher than the stars,” I plead, and they oblige.
CHAPTER 40
EPILOGUE
KAYLA
I’m sprawled out on the beach in freaking Oahu, Hawaii! It’s beautiful here with soft cream-colored sand and perfect blue water. The air is warm, a gentle breeze ruffling my hair,andDane’s hands are rubbing another coating of sunscreen on my back. His touch is slow, deliberate, and it makes me wish this was a private beach.
Still, it’s not crowded, which is nice. There’s a few families scattered around and a group of kids building sand castles. The sun is overhead in a bright blue sky with a few fluffy white clouds that make the whole setting look like a painting.
“Hey, beach bum! Ever rode a wave?” Liam pipes up behind me.
I look over, and there he is with Ryker, both of them carrying surfboards and looking like they’re auditioning for a calendar. Not gonna lie, it’s a pretty good view.
“Surfing? Me? Ha! I’ve barely mastered walking on land,” I joke, sitting up and trying to look cool while brushing off sand from my legs.
Liam’s got this grin that screams ‘trouble,’ but like, the fun kind. “I’ll teach you,” he says, eyeing me like I’m a challenge hecan’t wait to take on. Same look he has whenever he’s fixing to fight a big boss on a game.
“What’s the prize if I do?” I tease.
Ryker grins. “Try this, and I might even let you loose on my motorcycle.”
I laugh. “Whoa there, Evil Knievel! Let’s see if I can even stay on a surfboard without wiping out first, yeah?” But the idea of riding a motorcycle on my own has me wanting to do this.
“I’ll grab drinks and a snack for all of us.” Dane kisses me before he stands up to leave. “What’s your poison, Kayla?”
“Hit me with the biggest, baddest Mai Tai they’ve got.”
As Dane heads off to fetch our liquid happiness, I’m left facing down the ocean with Ryker and Liam as my guides.
“All right. Time to see if you can turn this beach babe into a surf queen. Bring it on, waves!”
After we grab a third board for me, we haul out into the water and when it’s deep enough, I follow their lead and lay down on my surfboard. Instantly, it’s wobbling like crazy, and I’m pretty sure it’s trying to buck me off for funsies.
Meanwhile, Liam and Ryker are gliding through the water like sexy sea otters. Show-offs.
Liam’s board cuts through the water next to me, steady as a rock. His arms slice into the ocean with practiced ease, and I try to mimic the motion, splashing more than paddling.
“Easy does it,” he calls over the sound of the waves. “Flow with the waves, not against them.”
“Flow, right,” I mutter, feeling about as graceful as a cat in a bathtub. But his words click something inside me, and my strokes begin to smooth out. It’s not perfect, but hey, I’m moving, and that’s something.
“See? You’re getting it!” Liam flashes me a thumbs-up, and I grin back. The sun is warm on my back, the saltwater splashesmy face, and there’s this buzz in my chest that feels a lot like excitement—or maybe just the thrill of doing something new.
Both Liam and Ryker keep glancing over at me, giving me encouraging smiles.
We reach deeper water, and the swells lift us gently.
I paddle, arms burning, and the wave catches me, propelling me forward.
