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queen. Tell the tyrant captain to stop torturing us.”
“You’re doing an extra lap, Ronan.” I tell him.
“Torture?” Astrid asks, appearing lost.
Ronan and Xander fill her in and soon, the three arseholes surround her, pleading with her to save them.
“I wanted to do it, it was fun,” she tells me, chuckling. “Aren’t you being a little too hard on them?”
“He is!” Ronan high-fives her.
“Hey, fuckers. Hands off.” I step between them and Astrid. “Ten laps in the pool or something else. Your choice.”
They know the alternative will be a lot fucking worse.
They all run towards the pool, removing their clothes on the way. Astrid breaks down in laughter when Ronan and Cole push Xander into the water, shouting, “The Devil first!”
When she continues staring at them, smiling as they bitch about the cold. I regret not making them go in with their clothes on.
I don’t like that she watches them half-naked. I step into her line of vision, blocking them.
Aiden smirks from my peripheral vision, shaking his head.
I flip him off behind Astrid’s back and take her by the arm.
“Do you want breakfast?” I ask.
“I’ll make some if you get them out.”
I narrow my eyes. “No.”
She clutches my arm and tiptoes, brushing her lips along my cheek. “Please?”
Well, fuck. I can’t say no when she puts it that way.
I face Aiden. “Tell them they can come out.”
“After one more lap,” Aiden continues drinking his coffee leisurely, seeming to enjoy the show a bit too much.
I join Astrid behind the counter while she retrieves eggs and packs of bacon from the fridge.
My hands brush along her hips from behind and she sucks in a breath. There’s nothing I want to do more than to kidnap her upstairs and fuck her until she can’t walk anymore.
But she said she needs to know everything. I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready to put an end to this peace.
The three wankers come out after they shower and change into dry clothes. Astrid already has breakfast ready for them. Aiden and I helped. Correction. I made the little shit Aiden help.
It’s surreal when we all sit down for breakfast. I’m at the head of the table. Astrid is on my right and Aiden is at my left.
“Your parents are never here?” Astrid asks Ronan.
“They work a lot for the European Union and shit.” He finishes chewing on his bacon. “C’est merveilleux, my queen.”
“Stop calling her that,” I warn.
He rolls his eyes at the same time as Astrid.
“Are they okay with all the parties you throw?” She helps Xander to another serving of eggs.
