We’re all panting and in a somewhat hazy state when the intercom chimes. “We will land in LA in twenty-five minutes, Mr. Sørensen.”
I’m just thankful she didn’t come back here. My naked men are for my eyes only, plus we still have so much trip left, it would definitely make things awkward for Terrie.
“Fuck, I don’t know when my knot is going to go down,” Grayson mumbles behind me. I lean back against the mass expanse of his chest and close my legs, which earns a grunt from him. His large hands rub up and down on my thighs.
“I’ll go get a washcloth, angel,” River says while sliding his sweat pants up and walking over to the lavatory. Dean looks hazy-eyed as he pulls up his pants and comes to sit back down next to me on the couch.
“Livy, you’re a menace,” Dean says in between pants.
“You really only have yourselves to blame,” I say with a smile.
“I wouldn’t change a thing,” Dean whispers as he kisses both me and Grayson on the lips. This is going to be the best Christmas ever.
River
TheflighttoBoraBora was so fucking long, I thought I was going to need to ask Grayson to sedate me. The only thing that helped was the fact that Liv kept seducing all of us until the jet didn’t have a single surface we hadn’t fucked on.
I almost can’t picture a time when Liv wasn’t in our lives. It’s just like everything that happened before we bonded didn’t exist. Sometimes we forget how deplorable her upbringing was. She still has a hard time asking for things. She just feels grateful to have us and to be away from her past.
We want to give Liv the world, and when she mentioned she didn’t have a passport and what her Christmases before looked like, we knew we had to go all out.
She also has no idea how much I’ve caught her looking at engagement rings online. We had to hide the ring at Dean’s parents’ house for the last few weeks to make sure she wouldn’t find it. This trip is a ceremony of sorts. Legally, we have everything in place that our assets are shared and we have access to accounts. Plus, it doesn’t help that the government still only allows you to marry one person. Liv would never choose to marry one of us over the other. So this will have to do, a ring and all of us telling her how much we love her and how forever means forever.
A large golf cart picks us up and I greedily make Liv sit between Dean and myself. I want to soak up every reaction that she has and right now she’s beaming as she looks at the crystal clear waters, watching where we're headed.
“No fucking way,” she says, gripping my wrist firmly.
“Way,” I reply.
She pulls her sunglasses to the top of her head, her big blue eyes wide. “We’re staying in one of those!” She points out to the overwater cabanas in shock, and I nod my head. She makes a light squealing noise and bounces in her seat. Dean’s hand is squeezing her thigh and I catch a smile from him as well.
Seeing them happy makes the flight worth it. Completely.
I didn’t have a lot of great Christmases growing up, I can really only remember a few where I felt happy. But this year, fuck, I can’t even put it into words. There’s something about the holidays that just makes you feel grateful for what you have and when I look at my pack, I feel blessed.
How I went from being in a group home to going to Bora Bora for the holidays, let alone with these three amazing people, is unreal. Grayson and I have shared some great holidays together, but this year we feel whole. Liv is the center of our world, and it’s clear she was our missing piece.
Her grip hasn’t loosened at all as the golf cart rides over the deck to take us to our overwater bungalow. The views are serene, but none as pretty as the girl next to me.
In true Grayson fashion, he has chosen the best of the best. The last property at the end of the dock. It’s the largest and has more privacy than the others.
The driver stops the golf cart and begins collecting our luggage out of the back and bringing it inside. Liv grabs my hand as we walk in, her jaw on the floor. “Holy shit.” She gasps.
Grayson tips the driver and walks over to cup her face. “Do you like it?” he asks.
“Do I like it?” she repeats, looking at him like he’s crazy. “This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. It’s amazing, thank you.”
“Anything for my pack,” Grayson says, giving her a kiss and walking further into the vacation home. The views are spectacular, the entire back wall made of glass. There is a double king in the center, the floor is made of glass there too so you can see the ocean. Grayson called ahead and had the room decorated for Christmas; there’s a fake tree in the corner, lights around the interior and stockings for each of us hung on the wall. I watch as Liv takes it all in, before I look at the rest of the suite.
To the right is a modern kitchenette and to the left is the en suite. A set of stairs leads to a loft space that we will have to check out later. Liv is quick as she slides open the glass door in the back and steps outside.
The ocean is crystalline and calm. There are steps to get down to the water as well as a slide. The deck has multiple lounge chairs and a small pool.
She grins at me with that sparkle in her eye I’ve become addicted to. Liv grabs the hem of her dress, ripping it over her head before giving me a smirk. “Come get me,” she says before she runs off the side and jumps in the water.
“Jesus, fuck. She can’t be in there alone,” Dean says. Both of us ripping off our clothes quickly. I’m the first one done and jump into the water. The water feels like bath water as I penetrate the surface, coming up for air, Liv just doggy paddles, her dark hair wet and around her face as she smiles at me.
I swim over to her, grabbing her ass with my hands as we float together. I bite her neck lightly. “Got ya.”