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We might have come to an adult resort, but it doesn’t mean we’re going to stand by while our woman parades around nude. More power to ya if that’s your thing. Let your freak flag fly proudly.
Still, there’s no way.
As if Colt is reading my mind, he grinds out, “There is no fucking way you’re going to the nude beach, Ella. Don’t even start.”
Owen smirks as he points out, “If we went and you were nude it would mean we would be too.”
Ella blanches and starts shaking her head. “No, it’s okay. I didn’t really want to go anyway,” she insists.
I chuckle under my breath. She did not like the looks we got when we went to the lingerie party. It’s not like she has anything to worry about. We only have eyes for her.
Now and always.
She’s the one for us. She makes us whole when we’ve been missing something our whole lives.
Her. We were missing her and now we have her right where she belongs; there is no way we’re letting her go.
Owen makes a humming sound and then chirps, “So, dancing then?”
Ella’s smile is shy. “Dancing sounds like fun.”
There is part of me that wants to shout at Owen. Can’t he see that she’s going to tell us her news tonight? Does he really want to prolong this fucking shit show?
I’m fucking dying over here.
How is he not?
When I narrow my eyes at him, Owen just grins and winks at me. The fucker. I haven’t punched him in a long time, but he better watch himself.
I still follow behind them as Owen leads Ella out of Lust and over to Desire. Colt gives me a chin lift which I return, knowing I’m going to need a drink to get through this waiting bullshit. He peels off as we find a table.
It’s probably better he doesn’t see the looks our little lamb is getting as we move through the space. Ella doesn’t even realize how she commands a room just by being in it. It’s not something she concerns herself with. That only makes it sexier.
She has no idea, and she doesn’t care either way. Our little lamb is comfortable in her own skin. Is there anything sexier?
When Owen sits, he pulls Ella into his lap and settles her against his chest. The table is set in a dark corner, and I know for a fact our girl isn’t wearing panties tonight.
My dick throbs at the prospect of playing a little with her while in public. The wicked glint in Owen’s eyes tells me he’s having the same thoughts. Ella is oblivious as she checks out Devour, swaying slightly on her throne.
I take the seat next to them, wanting a front row seat to the action and not giving a fuck that Colt will try and glare a hole through me because of it. He can get over it. He can sink balls deep into her sweet pussy tonight to make up for it.
Or whatever hole he wants. It doesn’t matter because no matter which hole of Ella’s you fill, it always feels fucking amazing.
She was made just for us.
Owen skims his fingers up her leg, pulling her dress up to her thighs as he does. Ella’s eyes snap to mine as her breathing quickens. Her lips part on a gasp as Owen’s thumb runs along one of the bite marks we left on her skin.
Her nipples pebble and I’m thankful as fuck I’m sitting close enough to tell. Or maybe it’s because I’m so attuned to her and her body. Doesn’t matter.
I reach over and grip her thigh, spreading her legs slightly for Owen. When Colt sits down at the table, he eyes the scene in front of him and mutters a curse under his breath. His jaw is clenched hard, but he still puts a drink down in front of me and then Owen.
Ella’s voice is teasing, even with the breathy quality, “You didn’t get one of those fruity drinks for yourself?”
Colt smirks and shakes his head. “Having fun?”
Ella’s breath hitches as Owen’s hand disappears up her dress. I have no doubt he’s finding her wet and wanting. Our little lamb always is.
“I-I,” Ella stammers for a moment before taking a breath and pushing the words through her lips, “I was promised dancing.”
