40. Luca
Luca
I've never seen our pack so happy. My Pretty Girl lays between me and Cole on the biggest beach blanket I've ever seen.
So much of her glorious skin is on display that it makes me protective of anyone else seeing her on this beach, and fiercely, achingly aroused.
I have to adjust myself every few minutes to keep my raging hard-on from view through the trunks I bought at Dandy Stuff.
Sunny's friend, Winnie, had been at the store.
She noted that the charm bracelet seemed to have been a hit since she'd seen Sunny wearing it the day before.
I'd grinned like an idiot and then bought three more charms. They're dangling off Sunny's bracelet now, though she left it in the car so it wouldn't slip off in Lake Michigan's choppy waters.
Other than swimming and showers, she hasn't taken it off.
Several freighters the size of small islands pass in the water, making fun waves for children to splash and jump in.
Children. I look at Sunny and imagine her round with one of our pack babes inside her.
Of having a whole gaggle of children, with golden blonde hair and big blue eyes, running around the farm.
I can't help but lean over and scent mark her warm skin where her throat and collarbone meet.
She lifts her hand to run her fingers through my hair and against the back of my scalp.
Cole, on her other side, is watching the water.
We're at North Bar, the place Sunny told me was her favorite when we'd met at the coffee shop.
I can see why. The parking lot is hidden in the trees and no one advertises its location.
It's clearly just for locals. It's one of those wonderful places where you'd never find it if someone didn’t tell you about it.
From the dirt lot carved out of the forest, you have to walk down a hiking trail to a small lake.
At first glance, it doesn't seem incredibly special until, you realize the lake flows out via a stream between two dunes and leads to the most picturesque beach I've ever seen.
It empties into Lake Michigan, which is so vast it may as well be the ocean.
Hunt and Jess are tossing around a football a little ways from us.
It's been a long time since I've seen their relationship on display.
As they toss, they talk about the construction and what they want to do with the new hotel.
When I pull away from her neck, I note that Sunny watches them too, with a content smile on her face.
Omegas instinctually crave pack harmony.
If we're all working together, it creates a safer, more stable situation for them.
Sunny suddenly gets up and sprints between Hunt and Jess, snatching their football out of the air. They both look stunned momentarily before her voluminous giggle snaps them back. She's running, and they chase her.
Cole and I glance at each other. A silent communication.
We both like to chase. We want to know if Sunny would enjoy that.
We still aren't sure without talking to her.
But the sight of her charging across the sand and splashing into the warm lake water shows us how much we'd be missing if we don't at least ask her.
Hunt and Jess race into the water after her, and Sunny squeals in delight as Hunt catches her around the waist and pulls her into his chest. Cole sits up straighter, and so do I.
Alphas can sometimes lose control when an omega gives chase.
Especially if it's a new courtship. Neither of us thinks all of these picnicking families would appreciate that kind of a show right now.
But Jess barrels into the two, wrapping his arms around Sunny and Hunt as he takes them down into the waters.
Sunny slips Hunt's grasp when they emerge, only to be put over Jess's shoulder.
He spins her around, and her laugh is so genuine, loud, and bright that it fills every inch of my soul.
I have an open book on the towel next to me, but I can't bring myself to miss a moment of them. I'm surprised when Sunny leaves the guys, who are wrestling to try to dunk each other for dibs on her, to jog up the beach toward us.
She holds both hands out, one for me and one for Cole.
I don't even hesitate. I grab her hand before Cole can and pull her down.
Her wet, cold skin against my sun-charred chest sends ripples of pleasure up my back.
I capture her mouth in a claiming kiss. This isn't slow or chaste.
It's open-mouthed and dirty. But I need it.
Her eyes are heavy when I pull away, and her perfume swells around us.
My hard length presses into her bare stomach, and she groans.
Cole is instantly beside me, kissing our girl's cool shoulder. Then, without warning, he stands, taking her with him. He holds her bridal style as he walks to the water, kissing her and whispering things that make her blush and smile. I take it all in for one more moment before following them.