Page 219 of Speechless
“Isolde was just saying how her pack could kick our pack’s ass in volleyball.”
She gasped. “Bitch, I didnot.”
“You were thinking it.”
“Well… I mean, it is true, but I wouldn’t say it.”
Aiden began rolling up his shirt sleeves. “If you’re that convinced, then let’s play for money.”
“Aiden, you’re in a dress shirt and slacks.”
He fixed me with a stare I knew meant delicious trouble for me later. “And?”
“And Isolde is a champion volleyball player.”
“I’m not hearing a lot of trust in your Alpha, violet.”
Hawk came over and slung his arm around Isolde’s shoulders. “I heard the words play for money, baby girl. What are we doing?”
“Pack Breaker thinks they can beat our pack in volleyball,” Isolde said.
Her Alpha scoffed. “We could beat you and the DuPonts together.”
Cameron pointed at him. “You’re on.”
I groaned. “You’ve done it now.”
Aiden leaned in and kissed me. “Every point our team scores is one time I’m not going to let you finish before I drive you absolutely mad, so you better hope we lose.”
Leaning back on the picnic table, I let my gaze run up and down his body, allowing him to feel my appraisal through our bond. “Do your worst.”
All the guys were already down on the beach, surrounding one of the standing volleyball nets, talking shit to each other. Isolde was with her pack, never one to miss out on volleyball.
“I guess we should go observe?”
Ocean looped her arm through mine. “We’ll be the scorekeepers. Sounds like you’re going to need one.”
My entirebodyblushed, and Ocean giggled.
“I’m just teasing. You already know way too much about my sex life.”
“Think our Alphas know how much we tell each other?” We settled onto the beach. The sun was setting, and the sand was that perfect baked temperature to dig your toes in.
“I think if they did, they’d be more competitive than they already are.”
“You’re not wrong.”
Brooks caught my eye and winked at me. It felt like he stroked a finger down our bond. I would never get tired of it.
“These are the new bracelets?”
“One set of them, yeah.” I wore both netting ones today.
“They’re gorgeous.”
“Tanzanite,” I said. “I’m a little obsessed.”
Cinder was too. She loved her sparkly collar, and I swore I caught her looking at it while she was attacking her own reflection in my floor-length mirror.
