Twice Tempted: Between Two Alphas (Mia and Cameron) novel Chapter 69

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Eric doesn’t answer.

I let the question go. He might not know. Or he might be trying not to worry me.

Gah, deliver me from these men who are so overprotective!

There isn’t anywhere to park and the ferry lot is packed. I did some basic Googling while on the plane. Turns out there are over 170 ‘named’ islands and reefs, but the ferries themselves only went to three of them. We were headed to one of the private islands.

“Are we taking a seaplane?”

Eric shakes his head. His dark eyes crinkle at the corners. “No. There’s our ride.”

It’s a yacht.

I snort. “Of course.”

He grins. “I told you to choose me,” he teases.

I like this easy banter.

There is a low-level awareness between us and some indescribable connection, which feels wrong given I’m mated to Cam. But I am also connected to this Alpha.

We board the yacht and a staff of humans welcome us, gathering our bags and showing us to a grand suite.

“This is a pretty big boat.” That’s an understatement. “No space for me to have a private room?”

He smirks.

I move out onto the balcony. The suite is spacious and decked out in royal blue, gray and white. There are accents of yellow, which sounds like it should be a hot mess, but the combination really works. The bed is massive, the sitting area has huge cushy couches and there is a bar and private dining area.

Outside, I see islands in the distance. A number of boats moving within the channel. Some are shipping vessels, loaded with containers and cargo. Others are commercial fishing and crab boats. There’s a splattering of sail boats anchored and private vessels dotting the open water.

The air is crisp and infused with salt water and pine.

“It’s beautiful here.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. Although he’s standing right behind me and when I glance over my shoulder, he’s looking at me, not the landscape.

He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Cam trusts you,” I say. “He wouldn’t have called you otherwise.”

“He trusts you,” Eric corrects. “I’m ready to fuck you on this balcony and I don’t give a damn who hears or sees.”

A tiny thrill tickles up my spine. My nipples tighten.

Nala is lapping this up and turning excited circles inside of me.

“You shouldn’t say such things,” I whisper.

“You should know by now, I don’t give a damn about what people say or think or what’s proper or not.”