Speaking of single lady attention…
That will stop.
Tonight.
I will so cut someone.
Just then, I hear Real Wild Child blasting from Penny’s cabin, and a small smile curves my lips as howls fill the air, Killian and Hale included.
I howl too, watching as Liam’s eyebrows quirk in my direction.
The howls from above draw his attention as a helicopter soars over us, and people start jumping out, wings—yes, they have synthetic wings—spread as they glide down over the boat that is zipping down the lake.
The fliers coast into the boat like they’ve done it a thousand times, and the boat cuts a sharp one-eighty, racing back to catch the next group.
Liam’s eyes widen, watching it all as several surfboards zip by with motors driving them forward.
More howls erupt, and Killian and Hale grow more enthusiastic with their own responding howls.
Benson just laughs and watches the show.
Hale runs to me, and I jump up, grabbing the tree branch, until I can toss my legs up and sit on top of his shoulders, carefully keeping my dress from dropping over his face, because the perv will mock my really old Garfield undies.
Really glad I stopped things before Liam saw my unfortunately embarrassing, but super comfy and broken-in underwear.
I howl louder, and the Malones respond as they zip by on their jet skis. The ones being pulled on the water-skis start spinning and flipping, using the wakes as their own little waves. A lot of wetsuits are out there right now.
A hover boat blasts by, spinning a one-eighty and driving back toward us.
Hale drops me to the ground, and I shove the gun to his chest before I race to the end of the dock, jumping into the hover boat as my dad laughs as gasses us away. Two seconds later, I turn around to see Eric hit his donut just right, slinging up water all over Hale and Killian, who only howl louder.
Liam is watching me with a small smile as I turn my attention back to the front. All the while, the Wild Ones’ theme song blasts on, always putting us in the best possible mood. It’s like our high school fight song, without the high school or the sports and stuff.
I probably shouldn’t ever say that reasoning aloud.
Dad cuts the boat again, and we dodge a set of Wilders who are on the motorized surfboards. I slap hands with Kai when he gets close enough, and he shoots back across the water, turning back again.
I stand up, gripping onto the back of Dad’s seat as we head into the thick of it. The chopper hovers overhead again, and two girls drop down on tactical lines—one of which is barely thirteen.
We drive under Krysta Nickel, since I don’t trust the younger Nickel girl, and I reach up, grabbing for her arm as she flips upside down, reaching for me.
“These are my suedes!” I yell as my feet leave the ground.
“I won’t drop you!” she says through a smile, clutching my wrist with both of her hands as I hold onto her wrist.
The boat keeps going, moving out from under me, and I howl as I dangle over the water, letting them carry me to the bank. As soon as I’m hovering over dry land, Krysta releases me, and I land, bending my knees just a little, as Krysta flips back upright and zips the rest of the way down her line to join me.
The air is full of howls, laughter, and…the call of the wild.
It’s a day we can’t help but pull out all the stops.
One of our own is getting married.
And it’s been a long damn time since a wedding.
Chapter 10
Wild Ones Tip #252
Life only makes sense when you’re boring.
We’re the definition of Murphy’s Law for the human species.
LIAM
My eyes are glued to Kylie as she stands at the end of the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her knee-length, blue dress looks sweet, but those mischievous eyes trained on me try to tell me she’s not sweet.
Like she always tried to warn me.
She just doesn’t realize she’s sweet.
Well, when she’s not jumping on boats and getting carried across the lake by a helicopter and a girl holding her up by her hand.
Have to admit, I want to try that.
“Oh! I’m going to kick your ass if you manhandle me one more time, Jason Malone!” Lilah’s growl has everyone turning around as a beast of a guy drops her to her feet at the end of the outdoor aisle lined with roses.
I halfway notice how her white dress comes up in the front, showing off her black combat boots with pink shoelaces, because I’m too busy noticing the hulking man who hauled her in.
That’s a Malone?
I look him over, nervously tugging at my collar. I can practically feel Kylie smirking at me, knowing exactly what I’m thinking as I take in the guy who is about my height, but about double me in muscle mass.