pretty damn tipsy. Sober me can deal with this shit.
I find my suitcase with my clothes in and throw everything out of it haphazardly as I search for my bikini. Finally finding it, I admire it for a second. It’s a simple tie top bikini and high legged bottoms with a white paisley pattern all over it. I love it. I strip quickly grateful that I remembered to shave all the important bits earlier, although not my scraped up leg.
Ouch.
My leg is healing nicely although it doesn’t look particularly great, and there’s a few scrapes down my arms too that were hidden by my clothes earlier. I don’t bother putting anything else on too excited to get into the hot tub as I bounce back down the stairs and straight out the back door. I instantly regret not wearing anything but a bikini right now, I forgot it was fucking snowing. The guys fall silent as soon as I step out of the door but I’m to busy hopping around like a lunatic and trying to get to the hot tub as quick as possible without my toes falling off because of the cold.
I slip into the warm water and sigh in relief finally looking at the guys. Heated and amused eyes meet mine and as soon as I’m settled they all burst out laughing.
“Glad I amused you, fuckers.” I grumble and feel completely unashamed as I take in all my gorgeous guys.
Everyone’s already in the hot tub apart from Luc. My eyes greedily run over all the dips and grooves of their hot as sin chests as they laugh and I save Atlas for last. When my eyes land on him, he’s not laughing, he’s tense like he’s waiting for something. I realise what it is when I see that behind all the tattoo’s decorating his wide chest and arms, his scar extends right across his chest before going the other way and crossing over what I can see of his seriously defined abs. Like some macabre letter ‘Z’.
It makes me incredibly angry that someone did that to him, it is absolutely to precise to be an accident and I’m out for blood. As my eyes meet his I know my eyes are showing my darkness and anger because Atlas’s eyes widen in shock before darkening with heat. What ever he thought my reaction was going to be it certainly wasn’t anger on his behalf.
I take a deep breath fighting it back.
“Where’s Luc?” I ask.
“Gone to find some beers” Rafe says. “I asked him to find something else for you, I know you don’t like beer.”
“Thanks, Big Guy. I’ve got enough tequila in me that beers fine though” I smirk and the guys chuckle.
“Can someone grab the beers, before I drop the cooler?” Luc suddenly asks and I stand up and turn to face him.
“Fuck” Atlas suddenly curses harshly, and it’s echoed by the guys.
I turn back around to see the guys all staring at Atlas warily. When my eyes land on his he is completely enraged for a mere moment before he shuts down, burying himself so far behind the wall it’s going to take days for him to claw himself out. I remember the guys saying that when he got triggered by something he would do this. I look around at the guys.
“What triggered him?” I ask, wanting to help.
“You’re scars, none of us warned him. He will hate that you’ve been through stuff that has left that on you. Especially since he cares about you already” Trick explains his eyes worried.
I wade over to him, standing just in front of him.
“Atlas, I’m ok. Come on, fight it” I tell him quietly the guys start up a tense conversation behind me, trying to give us a semblance of privacy.
His eyes flicker slightly but his mouth remains shut, I reach out my hand slowly.
“Ever don’t . . .” Cash says suddenly.
It’s too late though, I put my hand on his scarred cheek and his arms snap out, pulling me onto his lap so I end up straddling him.
“I’m fine” I say automatically, before any of the guys can try to intervene. I have a feeling it wouldn’t go very well if they tried to take me away from him right now.
Although all my guys are deadly I’m pretty damn certain Atlas is the most dangerous out if them all.
His eye’s start to focus again as he pulls himself out and the tension drains from him the slightest amount.