Page 67 of Savage Surrender

“Do it right.”

I make an obnoxious kissing sound against his jaw. His mouth twitches, so I do it again below his ear and chase the movement across his face until a rough laugh breaks out of him.

I’m keeping that sound. I kiss him again, and this time he catches the back of my neck and takes control.

His mouth opens mine and the kiss turns deep.

I bite his lower lip and sit up.

His hand tightens. “Why are you running away? Stay.”

The command runs straight between my legs. Tempting. Also rude.

I slide backward out of his grip.

Weller reaches me and hooks two fingers through my fallen dress strap, pushing it back onto my shoulder.

“Are you ready to go back to the house?” he asks.

I look at the water dripping from his shorts. “Did you have fun, Weller?”

He considers the question like it’s a contract clause. “I enjoyed watching you have fun.”

I rise on my toes and kiss his cheek before he can prepare for it.

I spot the empty champagne bottle leaning in the sand and tip it over with one finger. “Wanna play a game?”

A groan moves through all four men at once. Weller stares at my mouth while refusing me.

“It’s just a little kiss,” I say.

“We are on an open beach.”

“It seems pretty private.”

“Visible from the water, the boardwalk, and the air.”

“We can keep our clothes on?”

Tristan’s gaze moves down my soaked dress. “A meaningful distinction.”

Owen takes the opportunity to nudge the bottle toward my hand and Weller holds up one finger. “One spin. Then we’re feeding you and getting you warm.”

“One whole spin?” Tristan says. “That’s sure to create zero problems whatsoever.”

“No one in this pack listens to me.”

“I always listen.” I set the bottle spinning. “I just don’t always obey.”

It drags through the cooling sand, and the neck scrapes past Tristan, slows near Weller, and stops at Freddie.

Owen’s hand falls from my hip. “No. Why the fuck is he always first?”

Freddie’s gaze lifts from the bottle to my mouth. I crawl to him.

I could close my eyes and pretend no time had passed since I last did this.

Wind tries to lift the skirt of my dress. Freddie catches it before it reaches my waist and holds it against my thigh. His knuckles brush bare skin, but he waits until I settle between his legs before his hand moves higher.