“The Christmas cookie list request will be posted tomorrow morning at breakfast,” Drake stated. “I am going to cap it off at eight requests, though, so you better hope you’re not the only one that wants white macadamia nut.”
I looked up in puzzlement. “Eight? Isn’t that a bit… excessive? Are there even eight different kinds of cookies out there?”
“Oh Blake,” Troy sighed with laughter lurking in his eyes. “Just wait until you experience Christmas our way. Your mind is going to be blown.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“My heart hurts that you’re not a connoisseur of cookies,” Jaxson said dramatically as he gripped his heart and flopped backwards onto the floor. “White chocolate chip macadamia nut, oatmeal raisin, oatmeal raisin with chocolate chips, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, sugar cookies, ginger snaps, gingerbread, almond biscuit, butter cookies, macarons, custard cream,” he rattled off.
“Lemon drop, caramel pecan,” Troy continued. “Nutella lava, double chocolate chip, chocolate white macadamia nut-.”
“Okay, okay.” I laughed. “I get the picture. I forgot the magic Drake can make in the kitchen,” I turned and grasped Drake’s face before kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Just the kitchen?” he murmured wickedly near my ear.
I seriously loved seeing how deep his still waters ran. Since I finally decided to sleep with him in every sense of the word, I found out that he had a different side to him when it came to bedroom activities.
I yelped in surprise as I felt him gently pinch my bottom. “No, not just there!”
Noah groaned. “Am I the only one that missed the days that Drake wasn’t so…open about his sexual depravities?”
“Speak for yourself,” Jaxson snorted. “I’ve been aware of them for years. You forget Tamara and Rose banded together for a little while there. Tamara used to love to tell me how Drake was an animal in the bedroom.”
I groaned. “Can we not talk about them?” I noticed Drake had turned red.
Rose had been claiming that she was carrying his child up until about a week ago. She now forbade Drake to accompany her to any more doctor’s appointments. Drake’s lawyer had already sent her the paperwork requiring the paternity test after the baby was born. Drake had plenty of evidence to her earlier claims, just in case she refused to do it of her own volition. We didn’t think the baby was his, but he wanted to know for his own piece of mind.
“Well, I’m just as surprised by this new sexual deviant my brother’s turning into,” Troy continued to tease Drake mercilessly.
“Are we doing our final shopping trip tomorrow?” Jace asked, coming back in the room, oblivious to the previous conversation.
“I’m done,” Jaxson said smugly.
“I thought you promised Alex a bike?” Remy asked dryly.
Jaxson groaned palming his forehead. “I need to get four bikes tomorrow.”
“You guys have already spoiled them enough!” I exclaimed loudly. “Where can they ride bikes here? You do realize that the whole team is buying them gifts. Not just us.”
“They deserve it.” Noah shrugged.
I spread my arms out with the gifts already scattered around us. “They have plenty.”
“They’re getting bikes,” Jaxson said stubbornly, and I knew I was wasting my breath if I said any more.
Chapter 4
The sun felt amazing on my skin. I slowly opened my eyes, and I could smell the ocean breeze in the air. I sat up and looked out the floor to ceiling windows. The sheer white curtains were blowing in the warm morning breeze. It was a perfect day to go surfing, too bad I had to go to work in an hour. I watched the waves crash upon the beach and stretched my bronze, muscular arms.
I gasped as I looked down at my body. I noticed a silver necklace around my neck with a pendant of the sun and moon on it. I reached down and rubbed muscular pectorals. Where did my breasts go? I stared in confusion, then noticed my mark. It was right above my heart now. Not on the nape of my neck. Whose body was this?
I slowly kicked my snow-white sheets off my legs, looking at the hair on my thighs and calves. I tried to ignore the bulge in my boxer briefs. I shifted. It was uncomfortable.
I gulped when I felt a small, dainty white hand reach out to firmly grab it. Her hands were well manicured, and her nail polish was a bright shade of pink. I watched in horror as I continued to grow under her exploring fingers.
A tousled blonde looked up at me with desire in her eyes. She was beautiful and vaguely familiar. Her color definitely came from a bottle because there was no way her platinum blonde hair was natural. Her face was artfully made with heavy makeup and pink lip gloss.
“Ready for round four? Or is it five?” She smiled at me with a knowing grin. She looked hungry, like she could swallow me whole.