Page 14 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation (Fallen Lords MC & Devil’s Knights MC Crossover)

Alice

mornings at the Flamingo Inn hit differently.

The sun peeked in through the slats in the blinds.

The room still smelled faintly of chlorine, sunscreen, and Wrecker.

I stretched lazily in bed and savored the slow start. After everything we’d packed into the last few days, a laid-back morning felt like heaven.

We eventually made our way to the breakfast buffet around nine.

The usual suspects were already there, piled into three tables pushed together in the gaudiest pink breakfast room known to man.

Pink flamingo statues watched over us from every corner, and the smell of bacon and coffee was practically intoxicating.

“Why do they have to have such delicious muffins?”

Greta asked, holding up a chocolate chip one in one hand and a lemon poppyseed in the other.

“How am I supposed to decide?”

“Because vacation calories don’t count,”

Meg said through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

“I’m going to eat them both,”

Greta declared, setting both muffins on her plate on top a small stack of pancakes.

Slayer leaned over to peer at her plate.

“Planning on sharing?”

“Not a chance,”

she replied.

“Get your own carb tower.”

Cyn, sitting across from me, laughed so hard her orange juice came out of her nose.

“Oh, gross,”

she whined, grabbing a napkin.

“Greta, you really remind me so much of Meg. You just reminded me of the donut house ramble she had once.”

“Thank you,”

Greta said proudly, already chewing on one of the muffins.

“I’m pretty cool with being like Meg.”

After breakfast, we all headed to the pool.

Some of us lounged in the chairs, others dove straight in.

Wrecker did a few laps before hauling himself out and sprawling on a lounger next to me. I had my sunglasses on and a fruity drink in hand, feeling like a damn queen.

Meg was crouched beside her beach bag, digging through it with laser focus.

“Looking for treasure?” I teased.

“Sunscreen,”

she muttered.

“I bought a bulk pack of mini bottles because someone,”

she looked meaningfully at King, “always loses the full-size ones. But now I can’t find the damn—oh wait.”

She held up a tiny bottle triumphantly.

Then another.

And another.

She started lining them up on the pool deck like a sunscreen army.

“Why do I feel like you’re about to sell those like a shady dealer?”

Reva asked.

“Five bucks each,”

Meg said.

“Premium SPF.”

Raven snorted and tossed one at Clash.

“Here. Sunscreen or shots, I’m not picky.”

As we lathered up, or in Meg’s case, passed out sunscreen like it was contraband, I heard a familiar gasp.

“Okay, who is doing this?” Meg said.

We all turned to find her holding another tiny plastic turtle in her palm.

This one was orange.

“Seriously?”

I said.

“Where did you find it?”

“Under my towel,”

she groaned.

“It’s like they’re multiplying. I was going to give you guys my surprise, but this little shit showed up.”

“Maybe they’re breeding?”

Cyn suggested.

“No. No turtle sex in the Flamingo Inn,”

Meg declared.

“Who is turtling us?”

I watched Meg closely. She looked frazzled, like she was starting to believe she might be hallucinating turtles.

I eyed Greta again. It felt like something she would do. But I’d been watching her, and she hadn’t left her float all morning. There was no way she was going to slip turtles around the pool.

Meg dropped the turtle in her bag.

“I swear, if I find one in my bra, I’m lighting this place on fire.”

“Can we get back to you having a surprise for us?”

Raven called.

“Oh, I have one, too!”

Reva jumped up and ran toward her room. Not even a minute later, she was back with a plastic bag.

“I’ll go first because I want to,”

she laughed. She reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of pretty and colorful beaded anklets.

“I made these,”

she said proudly. She moved around, handing each of the girls two anklets.

“These are great, Reva,”

Wendy gushed.

“I can’t believe you made them.”

I gasped.

“And they are stretchy! They’ll fit on my cankles!”

I slipped them on and proudly twisted my foot around to get a good view of the bracelets.

“I love them.”

“My turn,”

Meg called. She pulled a stack of something bright pink out of her bag.

“I didn’t know the motel was going to be this pink, so it’s really a coincidence these are pink, but it’s now totally fitting.”

She handed them out like they were a stack of playing cards.

“It’s a cow!”

I explained as I looked at it. It was a bright pink koozie that had a Highland cow in an inner tube floating with the words “Summer Vibes”

around it.

“Flip it over,”

Meg instructed.

We all flipped them over and squealed.

They were all personalized with our names.

“Freakin’ perfect,”

Greta said as she put on her anklets and then slid her soda can into the koozie.

Around eleven, Glenna and Dottie wandered out in matching black sunhats and carried their tumblers like it was high tea.

“Time to say goodbye,”

Glenna said.

“You sure?”

I asked.

“You could stay and come mini-golfing with us.”

“Oh no,”

Dottie said.

“We don’t do weekends in the Falls. Too many tourists. We’ll come back next summer before the crowds.”

Glenna pressed a slip of paper into my hand.

“You better call us. We want a full reunion next year.”

“You got it.”

I smiled and hugged her.

They waved to everyone, got a few more compliments on their sassy style, and disappeared through the gate one last time.

By noon, the pool had started to empty out as everyone trickled back to their rooms to get dressed. Wrecker and I walked back hand in hand. My hair was a little damp, my skin warm from the sun. I felt relaxed. Happy.

I slipped into the bathroom first and threw on a lilac sundress. It hugged my curves in just the right places, and the hem fell mid-thigh. Nothing fancy, just soft cotton, but I liked how it looked.

I came out, brushing my fingers through my damp hair. I turned to the mirror and caught a glimpse of Wrecker sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots. He looked up, and his eyes darkened.

“Damn, babe.”

I smiled. “What?”

He stood and walked toward me slowly, like a lion stalking prey.

“That dress. The way it fits you…”

His hands slid up my sides, and then one dipped under the hem of the dress. His fingers brushed up the inside of my thigh.

“I need to get my shoes on,”

I whispered.

“You don’t need shoes for this,”

he growled.

I leaned back into him, and his hand found its way between my legs. I bit my lip and looked up at him through the mirror. His reflection was focused, dark, and hungry.

“You’re going to make us late for lunch,” I gasped.

He didn’t stop.

“Don’t give a fuck. They can go without us.”

When I came, I saw stars. My hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, and my heart racing. He watched me through the mirror the whole time, and that alone nearly pushed me over the edge again.

I slumped back against him, panting.

“Now I don’t think I can even walk,” I said.

Wrecker chuckled, lips brushing my ear.

“I’ll carry you, babe.”

He reached down like he was going to scoop me up, but I dodged away.

“No, no. You do that and we really won’t leave this room.”

My stomach growled, loud and clear. I pointed to it.

“Mama needs to eat.”

He chuckled.

“Fine. But once we get back tonight? You’re all mine.”

A shiver ran down my spine. I bent down to slip on my sandals.

“Don’t be all sexy with me, Wrecker. We’re going to lunch and then mini-golfing.”

He walked over and pulled me into his arms, his front pressed to mine, and hands low on my back.

“Then don’t wear a dress in front of me. You know what it does to me. All I want to do is flip it up and have my way with you.”

My knees nearly buckled.

“Even after all these years?”

I whispered.

He cupped my ass and kissed my jaw.

“I’ll never not want you, babe. Even when we’re old and the kids have shoved us into a nursing home. I’ll still be chasing you around with my walker and flipping your skirt whenever I can.”

“Shameless,”

I laughed.

“Just in love with you,”

he said, and brushed a kiss over my mouth.

We finished getting ready and headed outside.

Everyone was already gathered around the bikes and the Bronco. Meg spotted me immediately and arched a brow.

She knew.

“Uh, let’s go eat, yeah?”

she said quickly, clearly not wanting to hear the details.

Greta beamed.

“I’m just ready to kick all your asses at golf.”

Bear put an arm around her.

“It’s mini golf, babe. And I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Sure, sure,”

she muttered.

We mounted up. I slid behind Wrecker on the bike, wrapped my arms around his waist, and sighed.

It always felt like the first time.