“Mmm, let me try.” Wells’ mouth is open next to my face as I push a piece into his mouth. “Not as good as cinnamon apple cake,” he jokes with a smile.
“How’s your stomach?” Forrest asks, his large hand gently touching my exposed shoulder.
“It feels great, thank you,” I reply.
He was fussing over me the whole jeep ride, shoving his large form in the backseat so I could sit up front just in case I didn’t feel well. He was also a little aggressive with making sure I kept reapplying sunscreen too. I can’t deny that I adore how big of a caretaker he is toward me. It’s never because he doesn’t think I can’t take care of myself, but because he takes enjoyment out of making sure that I’m okay.
The bar is combined with a gift shop, and shopping is shopping. I’m not leaving here empty-handed.
I’m browsing the small trinkets and decide that I’d really like to remember every stop on this cruise. There’s a crystal chest with The Bahamas engraved on the glass and I inspect it. It’s big enough to fit some magnets, pins, and other little gems I find along the way.
I grab a fake gold doubloon as well and bring it up to the register. Wells has an armful of Tortuga Rum Cakes that he places on the counter.
“You know they don’t let you eat these until the end of the cruise,” I remind him.
“Oh, I know. I checked all the expiration dates,” he jests, pulling out his credit card.
“Thank you,” I say, putting the fake coin into the chest. “I want to create a box of memories of this trip, pick up something from every stop.”
“Turks and Caicos is next. We’ll have to pick a new excursion,” Wells adds, holding three bags of rum cakes along his arms as we go to meet with our tour group.
“I was thinking maybe just relaxing at the beach?”
“Whatever you want,” Wells says with a grin, his hands are full, and I’m pleased when Forrest takes the initiative of sliding his hand in mine.
I lean my head into his arm as we walk and he kisses the top of my head and I melt, and it’s not even because of the Caribbean sun.
No, this moment is perfect.
“A picture for the happy pack,” one of the crew says, stopping us from boarding, where he directs us to stand in front of the ship to take a picture.
I smile wide at the camera as he takes a few pictures and scans my bracelet.
“Photos will show up on your app by this evening,” he tells me.
I’m absolutely buying that one and adding it to my box.
We’re handed ice cold towels and cups of water before we re-board. They seize Wells’ cakes and there’s definitely some disappointment there, even though he knew what to expect.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you a slice of cake for dinner,” I tell him, running a soothing hand down his biceps.
“I’m going to need to start hitting the gym with Forrest with how many treats they have available. I got three soft serve ice creams yesterday. Three!” he goes on.
“It’s vacation, you’re supposed to live it up,” I say, as we walk to the elevators. No discussion yet with where we’re going. I wonder if this is how people in college felt dating and finding packs.
“Speaking of which, tonight is the black and white party. Are we going?” Wells asks.
Forrest groans, and I give him a smirk.
“Andie asked me to be her wing woman, so we have to go. We can get cleaned up, dressed for the party, grab dinner, and then go?” I suggest.
“Sounds perfect to me,” Wells says, leaning in my direction and giving me a quick kiss. Forrest follows suit, kissing me, his beard lightly tickling my skin as he kisses the side of my face too.
My perfume goes crazy and the big Alpha has to clear his throat.
“Message us when you get to your room,” Forrest says and I nod.
I watch them both walk away, admiring the fact that they both have amazing asses. I’m not sure if it’s this crash course in courtship and spending all our time together, my pheromones, or my impending heat, but I think I’m going to need to take our relationship to the next level tonight.