Savage Royals (Boys of Oak Park Prep #1) - Callie Rose Page 0,88

find the words. I hadn’t told anyone it was my birthday. I’d thought maybe Jacqueline would remember, but she either hadn’t, or I’d hung up on her before she could get around to tacking a birthday wish onto the end of her lecture.

I hadn’t really celebrated my birthday since I was ten years old. The first few years after mom died, dad had tried to keep up appearances and traditions, but he’d eventually abandoned them all.

“How did you know?” I whispered.

Mason just shot me a mysterious smile, and then the four of them launched into an uneven rendition of “Happy Birthday”. The only one who sang on key was Elijah, and he looked like it physically pained him to hear the others butcher the notes. But when they were done, I applauded anyway, because the gesture meant so much more than they could ever know.

Then I took a deep breath and blew out the candle. A little trail of smoke wafted into the air from the still-glowing wick, and I grinned.

Maybe this year, my wish would come true.

“All right.” Finn plucked the cupcake out of the box and handed it to me as Mason produced a bottle of tequila from behind his back. “Let’s get this birthday party started!”

We all did a round of shots from the bottle, and as the second round started, I licked at the frosting on the cupcake. Sugary sweetness exploded on my tongue, and I sighed contentedly, chasing it down with another swig of tequila.

“Do you guys want some?” I held the little cake out after taking a bite.

“Nah.” Finn waved a hand, his dimples popping as he grinned at me. “But eat fast if you don’t want it to get wet.”

“What? Why would it get we—?”

Before I could finish that sentence, he darted toward me, scooping me up in his arms in a fireman’s carry and running toward the water. I shrieked as he kicked off his shoes and waded into the surf. He was wearing low-slung board shorts, and when the water reached his waist, he suddenly loosened his grip like he was going to drop me.

I yelped, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. I still had the cupcake in my hand, and as I flailed in panic, I smeared frosting over his jaw and neck.

He grimaced, tightening his grip on me. Then he arched an eyebrow. “You know I’m gonna make you lick that off later, right?”

Heat pooled in my belly, and I was suddenly aware of how close he was holding me, of how much of our bodies were touching.

“Want a bite now?” I asked, holding the cupcake closer to his face.

He turned and bit into it, growling like a wolf, and I laughed, the sound ringing out over the whoosh of the cascading waves. We polished it off together, sharing bites back and forth.

“Come on. Bring her back, asshole,” Elijah called. “Not all of us like to shrink our dicks in ice-cold water.”

“Some of us can’t afford to,” Finn whispered to me, jerking his head back toward the guys on shore, and I giggled again. I could already feel the two shots of tequila in my system, warming me from the inside out, making me feel happy and invincible.

Finn turned and carried me back to shore, setting me gently on my feet. The other three had already passed the bottle again, so we both took a quick sip to catch up.

Then, feeling reckless and bold, I stood on tiptoes and licked up the side of Finn’s neck to his jaw, collecting the bit of frosting I’d smeared there. I tasted the sweetness of sugar and vanilla, but also something that was all Finn, and I felt his body tense as I dragged my tongue over his skin one more time.

When I pulled away, a blush crept up my cheeks at what I’d just done. But he grinned, his amber eyes shining in the darkness.

“I like you when you’re wild, Legs.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Speaking of wild.” Mason sat down, taking a long drag from the joint Cole had rolled and holding it for a few seconds before releasing his breath. “It’s your birthday. What do you want to do to celebrate?”

I plopped down onto the sand next to him, gazing out at the water. “This. Just this. It’s perfect.”

There was a chill in the wind, but since it was mid-May, warmth still lingered in the air. We sat on the beach, passing the bottle of tequila, talking, and laughing. I took off