Page 36 of Knot Your Sunshine (Snugverse Romcom #2)

Chapter thirty-four

Mia

I scrub my teeth with a bamboo toothbrush from the yacht's toiletry kit, still wrapped in a towel from my shower.

Steam fogs the small bathroom mirror, and droplets of water trail down my shoulders.

The rain drums against the hull, but the yacht's heating system makes everything feel cozy despite the storm raging outside.

"—and that's why we need to watch it. It's a classic!" Keanu's voice filters through the bathroom door.

"It's terrible," Noa counters, but there's warmth threading through his tone.

"It's brilliantly terrible," Josh corrects. "There's a difference."

My reflection grins back at me. A 'pajama party.

' During a tropical storm. When Keanu suggested it twenty minutes ago, bouncing around like an excited kid—"We're stuck here, we've got movies, why not make it fun?

"—I laughed. But now, after taking a relaxing steaming shower, I have to say I'm quite looking forward to it.

I rinse, spit, and reach for the emergency clothes we found.

The only thing that came close to fitting.

Cotton shorts covered in tiny pineapples that barely reach mid-thigh.

A matching tank top that's definitely a size too big, constantly sliding off my left shoulder no matter how many times I adjust it.

Guess it's kind of cute. I shrug at my reflection.

Opening the bathroom door, my breath catches.

The spacious living room glows with warm amber light.

They've transformed the space with cushions and pillows dragged from the bedrooms, blankets spread across the floor too, creating what looks like a cozy nest. My omega purrs at the sight, though I immediately want to adjust that pillow there, fluff that blanket just so.

But then my attention shifts to my alphas, and my teeth find my lower lip instinctively.

Keanu sprawls across the cushions in board shorts and nothing else.

Josh sits cross-legged in plaid pajama pants and a Berkeley t-shirt that clings to his shoulders.

Noa leans against the wall in grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, his tank top displaying every line of muscle in his arms.

My mouth goes dry. The thin fabric of their pants does nothing to hide their thick alpha endowments, and I'm staring so intently I don't immediately notice the sudden, appreciative silence.

"Mia." Josh's voice cracks. His gaze locks onto my bare shoulder, follows the loose neckline, drops to my legs.

"That's..." Keanu pushes up on his elbows, mouth slightly open. "Those are cute pajamas."

"Emergency supplies coming through." The words come out breathier than intended.

Noa's eyes start at my feet, travel up slowly, deliberately. When he finally meets my gaze, his pupils are blown wide. "Come here."

My feet move without conscious thought, but I stop at the edge of the nest. "Wait, let me just—" I lean down, rearranging pillows, pulling a blanket to the center, fluffing cushions. "There. Perfect."

Three pairs of hands reach for me simultaneously, eager but gentle, pulling me down into the nest. I sink onto the cushions between them, hyperaware of every point of contact: my bare leg against Keanu's warm skin, Josh's shoulder pressing into mine, Noa shifting to settle behind me.

"So what are we watching?" My voice wavers as Keanu's fingers trail along my calf.

Josh shakes his head slightly, as if clearing it, then stands and retrieves a DVD player from a shelf. "Behold. Our entertainment system."

"Is that from this century?" I laugh.

"2005." Keanu's grin lights up his whole face. "We bought it with our first real money."

"Or what felt like real money," Noa adds, his breath stirring my hair.

"Oh, do tell." I turn slightly to catch his eye. "What's the story behind this archaeological find?"

"We were teenagers, holding doors at the Grand Wailea for tips." Josh's fingers trace the player's surface with reverence. "Saved for three months to buy this thing."

"Felt like the coolest thing ever." Keanu's hand finds mine, fingers interlacing. "Used to watch movies on the beach after our shifts."

My chest tightens with affection. "That's really sweet."

"Lucky for us, I brought it on the yacht a few months ago." Josh reaches for a case, revealing rows of DVDs. "Along with this collection from a yard sale. We've got action, comedy, horror—"

"Mean Girls!" I crawl over and grab the pink case. "Oh my god, yes. This is perfect pajama party material."

"Told you," Keanu says to Noa. "It's a classic."

"But what about The Lord of the Rings—" Noa starts.

"It's happening." I'm already inserting the disc. "Prepare to witness peak cinema."

We settle in as the FBI piracy warning plays.

Keanu stretches out, resting his head in my lap.

Josh presses closer to my right. Noa moves behind me, and I lean back until my spine meets his chest. His arms come around my waist, fingers splaying across my stomach.

I feel completely surrounded, protected, desired…

"I've never seen this," Noa admits as the opening credits roll.

I twist to stare at him. "How is that possible?"

"Too busy with The Lord of the Rings extended editions on repeat." His arms tighten, pulling me flush against him.

"Shh," Josh says. "It's starting."

Lindsay Lohan appears on screen. For maybe ten minutes, we actually watch. Then Noa starts commenting.

"Why is she friends with them if they're mean?"

My hand finds his thigh behind me, squeezing. "That's literally the point."

"But she seems smart—"

"Character development," Josh interrupts, his thigh pressing harder against mine. "Just wait."

"Is that the guy from—"

"Shhhh!" Josh and I chorus.

"Alright, alright." Noa's chest vibrates with laughter. His thumbs have found the strip of skin where my tank has ridden up, tracing circles that send sparks through me.

"The way they dress," he murmurs during the mall scene. "Did you have a clique like this?"

I shiver. “God no. I was more drama-kid-through-and-through, not mall-and-makeup.”

"Bet you were adorable." His voice drops. "Though I wouldn't mind seeing you in a pink skirt..."

"Noa!" Heat floods my face.

"What? Statement of fact." His hands slide higher.

Keanu rolls in my lap, looking up at me. His head presses against my thighs in a way that makes my breath hitch. His eyes are dark, hungry, and for a moment it seems like this pajama party might take a very different turn—

"Here it comes!" Josh bounces, redirecting attention. "The Burn Book reveal! Cinematic gold!"

The tension eases as Josh starts quoting along, word perfect with hand gestures. His enthusiasm is infectious, even Noa laughs against my back.

"How many times have you watched this?" I ask.

Josh's ears turn pink. "Quality cinema deserves multiple viewings. Plus, the social dynamics are fascinating from an anthropological—"

"Nerd," Keanu says fondly, his hand finding Josh's knee.

"Your nerd," Josh shoots back.

Then he freezes. His nostrils flare. His head turns slowly toward me, pupils dilating until his eyes are almost black.

"Mia," he breathes. "Your scent—"

I realize it then. The blockers I didn't take today… my natural omega scent is breaking through, filling the space.

Keanu inhales sharply, fingers tightening on my calf. Noa goes rigid behind me, a low rumble building in his chest. The air thickens. Every point of contact burns: Keanu's weight in my lap, Josh's leg along mine, Noa's racing heartbeat against my spine.

My pulse pounds. "Guys..."

"We should—" Noa clears his throat roughly. "Keep watching. Right guys?" But his hands stay frozen on my waist, holding me like I might disappear.

They turn back to the screen with visible effort, but everything has shifted. Keanu's every breath warms my thigh through thin cotton. Josh's fingers drum against his leg, knuckles white with restraint. Noa's thumbs resume their circles, but slower, more deliberate.

When Regina gets hit by the bus, I jump. Three sets of hands immediately steady me.

"You okay?" Josh's thumb strokes my kneecap.

"Fine. Just surprised."

"By the bus that's in every meme?" Keanu's fingers circle my ankle.

"Wasn't paying attention..."

"No?" Noa's lips brush my ear. "What were you thinking about?"

I meet his dark gaze. "You know exactly what."

The movie plays on, forgotten. Rain pounds.

The yacht rocks. Josh's hand moves higher on my thigh as if magnetized.

Keanu shifts, his mouth pressing against my stomach through thin cotton.

When his teeth graze sensitive skin, I gasp.

Noa's hands slide up, thumbs finding my nipples through the tank top, already hard and aching.

"The movie—" Josh's voice cracks as his fingers trail my inner thigh.

"Has been over for a while," Noa says roughly.

I blink. Credits roll silently.

"Oh." I hadn't noticed. "Did you enjoy it?"

Josh doesn't answer. Instead, his mouth is now traveling down my body, pressing kisses through the thin cotton of my clothes. Lower, slower, until his breath ghosts over the junction of my thighs.

My hips lift involuntarily. "Hmm… Keep doing that."

He presses his mouth against me through fabric, and I whimper.

That breaks their control. Noa turns my head, crushing his mouth to mine while his hands slip under my top. Keanu's fingers slide beneath my shorts, finding me already soaked. Josh keeps kissing through cotton, the pressure maddening.

"Bed?" Keanu suggests breathlessly.

"No," a high pitched whine leaves me, making all three alphas perk up. "Please, don't break this moment."

"Your wish is our command, Queen." Keanu's thumb circles against my clit, making me arch.

"Lose the clothes," I order, my omega confidence surging. "All of them. Now."

They scramble to obey and I shimmy out of my own clothes, the desperation having us all shaking.

"Come here," I breathe.

Josh and Keanu move between my legs together, and when their tongues alternate on my clit, Josh's precise focus followed by Keanu's hungrier strokes, I cry out.