Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~97~

Being back in the Cayman Islands felt amazing. It was a stark contrast to the chilly winter in LA. People were at the beach in nothing but speedos and swimsuits. The weather was so warm and nice.

It was rainy some days and sunny the next. Thankfully the last 2 days have been sunny.

We were on our honeymoon—January 3rd. We were back at Zach's condos. I was waiting for them to come back so that we could go to the beach. I had made a few touch-ups to the place to make it feel more homey. I hadn't expected to be so chill when I walked into the room I was kept in while injured.

I had figured I would get unpleasant memories or something. But no, I felt a sense of pride. I was proud of myself for where I ended up. Who I've become.

When I hear the door open, I get off of the sofa and walk over to my three husbands.

Husbands.

Ugh, I love how that sounds!

"Hello, husbands." I grin, walking over to Callan and kissing him softly, looking at the other two.

"Hello, wife." Zachary smiles, walking over and kissing my head before heading to the kitchen. Atticus holds up the shopping bag filled with cute bathing suits I had ordered.

"Okay, give me 10 minutes to change, and then we can hit the water." I grin, walking over and kissing my giant teddy bear. To think I was intimidated by him at first. He smirks slightly and bites my lip before I pull away. "Keep it in your pants, Koslov."

"I can keep it in you instead." He whispers against my forehead before I pull away, my cheeks hot. I walk into the room and strip down. They've been acting like wild dogs ever since we got here. Desperate to get their hands on me. As much as I wanted to let them, teasing them was even more fun.

I find the smallest, most revealing bathing suit and throw it on, letting my hair out. It felt nice to have my long hair back. I put on a bathing suit cover and walk out, holding my sandals in my hand. I see all three of them in shorts and tank tops, allowing me to get a good look at their shoulders and arms.

Perhaps one quick session wouldn't hurt..

No.

"I'm ready." I kiss Atticus on his head before ruffling Callan's hair. Before I could blink, Atticus grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the couch from behind it.

"Is that what you're wearing?" He murmurs lowly, eyeing the glimpse of the bathing suit from where the cover moved out of place.

"What? Does it look bad?" I ask, looking down at the yellow bathing suit. He shakes his head softly and adjusts me so I can stand in front of them. When I do, he leans back on the couch and spreads his legs, looking at me with low eyes. Why did he have to be so hot?

"I think the beach can wait.. a few hours.." Callan murmured, making me widen my eyes. I grab the cover and pull it over me tight, turning my shoulder to him and giving him a look. "I'm just saying."

"Perverts. All of you." I huff with a dramatic accent, walking to the door before stopping and looking over my shoulder at them. "Should I change?"

"I think you know we can fight, darling," Zachary says softly before standing and walking over, kissing my shoulder, and opening the door. "After you."

"You just want to look at my butt." I huff.

"Absolutely correct." He grins, making me smack his arm.

Once we got to the beach, we found an empty spot and set up our stuff. I sat on the towel in between Callan's legs, letting him massage my shoulders. I could hear birds chirping and the waves crashing against the shore. People were chattering and enjoying the sun.

"Butter me up, sweetheart!" Zachary grins, laying on the towel beside us and holding out sunscreen. I shoot him a glare before crawling over and sitting on his butt, lathering the sunscreen over his back and shoulders.

Atticus was on the phone a few feet away, his hair tied back in a bun, his stubble was shaved, and the sunglasses he wore were sat on the bridge of his nose. I could see a few girls gawking at him, clearly drooling over his tattoos and him in general.

"Place your bets. How will Atticus reject those girls?" I ask, rubbing the sunscreen on my arms.

"Flash his ring," Zachary said, muffled by my hands rubbing sunscreen over his face without looking.

"He's gonna point over here," Callan said, toying with the strings of my bathing suit. I chuckle softly and shake my head.

"This is Atty we're talking about. He's gonna glare at them from above his sunnies, look out at the ocean, and then proceed talking on the phone." I say confidently, handing the sunscreen to Callan so he can do my back.

"You think you got him all down, huh?" Callan chuckles, shaking his head and rubbing the lotion on my back gently.

"Yup. Just watch and see."

A few beats pass before two of the girls walk over to him, bright smiles, wide eyes, and hair whipping in the wind.

They walk over to my husband and start talking to him, smiling and giggling. He simply continued talking on the phone. When one of them touches his arm, he tilts his head down a little and gives them a glare that has me shaking from over here.

"Glare, check." I hum.

He moves his arm away from them before looking out at the ocean, and then continuing to talk on the phone.

"Boom. I won." I grin, doing a small shimmy.

When the girls tried to make a move on him again, he clenched his jaw and hung up the phone before walking over to us. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my jaw and placed a fierce kiss on my lips, his tongue dominating mine easily and his teeth biting my lip.

When he pulled away, I could see the girls quickly walking away. I look at him in shock as he adjusts his sunglasses and lays on the towel, tucking his arm behind his head.

"Well..." I whisper before standing and stretching. Are you three going to join me, or are you going to sit here and watch me like creepers?"

"We're gonna go in in a second, go on." Callan says softly, nodding his head. I shrug and walk down to the water, feeling their eyes on me. Not only was I teasing them, but I was also making them frustrated so that they couldn't control it anymore.

I had small bruises on my hips from where Zachary squeezed me because of my teasing.

To make a long story short, I teased them hard while on the plane on our way here.

I fall back into the water, sighing in contentment. If it was up to me, this is where I'd like to live. Away from the loud city, away from the constant chaos, away from everything. Away with my husbands.

The water was the perfect temperature, and the sun gleaming against the shore made it look like gold speckles littered the sandy beach. Amongst the gold glimmers were my three diamonds.

The rarest of them all.