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“Like?” he said, looking down at me.
“I like you sappy. I love you so much just as you are.”
There was a loud pop behind us, and we jumped, both turning our heads to where Tristan stood beside the hot tub, the open bottle of champagne in his hands.
“What?” he said, all innocence. “I just thought we could celebrate.”
Bast laughed. “Well, that’s what I bought it for.”
We climbed into the hot tub, the guys refusing to let me go back to my room for my swimsuit, and Tristan passed around glasses of champagne before climbing in himself.
“What are we celebrating?” I asked.
Bast smiled and raised his glass. “To survival. To healing, and new beginnings.”
“To growing stronger together and being here for each other, as we have so far,” Tristan added.
“To love, above all else,” Nate murmured, meeting my gaze directly.
“To love,” I echoed.
We all sipped at our glasses, and then I reached back, setting mine on the surround, my heart starting to speed up. I’d seen Doctor Warner the day before, and she’d given me the all clear, but it hadn’t seemed right without Tristan here. Now we were all together again, and the night was perfect.
I gave him a cheeky smile, sliding my leg over his and sitting astride him.
“Maybe you should get tattoos as well,” I suggested, sliding my hands down his chest.
“Oh yeah, good idea. I think I’m going to have “Property of Paige Matthews” in huge letters.”
“Really? And where would you have that?” I grinned, my hands dropping lower through the water, fingers tracing down his stomach.
“Why, on my cock, of course!” He grinned and I laughed.
“I thought you said it was going to be huge letters?” asked Nate, and Tris splashed him.
I laughed harder, and Tristan’s eyes flashed. He slid his hands down my back, cupping my ass and pulled me against him. I gasped as I felt his hard cock push against my bare pussy. For a moment, I felt sick, and dizzy, but I focused on Tristan’s eyes gazing into mine and shifted against him.
“Well, maybe not huge, but certainly sizable letters,” I murmured.
Tristan leaned forward, his lips trailing down the side of my neck. “I’ll take sizeable,” he said, pulling me harder against him.
I heard the splashes of water as Nate and Bast moved behind us. Bast touched the side of my face, bringing me around to kiss him, as Nate moved up behind me, his hard chest pressed against my back, his hand stroking down my side.
“Slowly, baby,” he murmured in my ear. “What’s your safe word?”
“Pomegranate,” I said breathlessly as Bast pulled away for a moment.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this, Paige?” Bast asked me, his face serious.
I nodded, taking a deep breath. “I want this. I want all of you. I hate that he was the last person to touch me. I need you everywhere, I want your touch to erase his. I want you to make me yours again.”
“Oh princess,” breathed Bast against my lips. “You’ve always been ours. And you always will be.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
PAIGE
Bast’s words washed over me, as soothing as the warm water enveloping us. As he kissed me, Nate's hands found my breasts under the water, kneading and squeezing gently. I stiffened, remembering crueller hands, but he moved closer, his lips dancing over my ear sending shivers down my spine.