Chapter 67

ISABELLA

I slipped into the outfit I’d picked out for tonight—something that hugged my curves just right, with a hint of playful allure. The light fabric swayed as I moved, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, smiling at the reflection. This dinner was going to be special, a moment for us to enjoy the beauty of the beach, the warmth of the evening, and each other.

As I walked out to the dining area on the beach, the sound of the ocean filled the air, the waves gently lapping at the shore. The table was set perfectly under the stars, with soft lights casting a warm glow over everything. The boys were already there, looking effortlessly handsome as always. My heart did a little flip at the sight of them.

"Wow," Jax said as I approached, his eyes taking in every detail of my outfit. "You look stunning, Isa."

"Doesn’t she always?" Knox chimed in, flashing me a playful wink. He stood up to pull out my chair, always the gentleman, though with that mischievous grin that never quite left his face.

Asher, more reserved but no less appreciative, simply smiled at me, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual. "You look beautiful," he said softly, and though his tone was serious, the warmth in his eyes made my cheeks flush.

We settled into our seats, and the dinner began, with the scent of grilled seafood and fresh herbs mingling with the salty ocean air. Conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the occasional clink of glasses. Knox, ever the playful one, kept us all entertained with his jokes and teasing comments. He had a way of making everything feel light, as if the world was just a little bit brighter when he was around.

Jax, on the other hand, was in full romantic mode. He reached for my hand across the table, his touch gentle and filled with affection. Every word he spoke seemed to be chosen with care, like he wanted to make sure I felt as cherished as he made me feel. "This place is perfect, but it’s you that makes it unforgettable," he said, his eyes holding mine in a way that made my heart skip a beat.

Asher, true to form, was the most serious of the three. He didn’t need to say much; his presence alone was enough to make me feel safe and grounded. When he did speak, it was with that quiet confidence that I’d come to rely on. He listened more than he talked, always observing, always thinking. But when he looked at me, I could see the depth of his feelings in his eyes—feelings he didn’t always put into words, but which I knew were there.

The night passed in a blur of laughter, flirtation, and the comfort of being with the men I loved. Each of them brought something different to the table, something I needed and treasured. Knox’s playfulness, Jax’s romance, and Asher’s seriousness—all of it combined to create a perfect harmony that made moments like this feel so special.

As the meal wound down, we stayed at the table, lingering over dessert and coffee, enjoying each other’s company as the waves continued to crash gently against the shore. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. This was more than I’d ever dreamed of, and I was determined to savor every moment of it.

As dinner wound down, a quiet anticipation filled the air. The energy between us shifted, the easy laughter giving way to something more intense, more charged. Asher was the first to move, his hand brushing against mine as he stood, his touch lingering, sending a shiver down my spine.

“We should take this inside,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive, his eyes dark with intent.

Knox grinned, already reading the shift in the mood. He reached for my other hand, pulling me to my feet with a playful tug. “Or we could stay out here,” he teased, his thumb brushing the back of my hand, his gaze sliding to the beach as if he was already imagining what we could do under the stars.

Jax was right behind me, his warmth pressing against my back as he wrapped an arm around my waist, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Wherever we go,” he whispered, “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

I felt surrounded, the heat of their bodies, the intensity of their gazes, and the promise in their words wrapping around me like a blanket. It was thrilling, this dance we did, the way they could shift from casual conversation to something more primal in a heartbeat.

Asher led the way back to the villa, his hand firm in mine, his usual seriousness softened by the hunger in his eyes. Knox stayed close on my other side, his fingers brushing the small of my back in a way that made my skin tingle. Jax’s breath was warm against my neck, his hands steady as he guided me along the path.

Once inside, the atmosphere changed completely. The villa was dimly lit, the soft glow of lamps casting a golden hue over everything. I barely had time to take in the surroundings before Knox spun me around, his hands sliding down my arms as he leaned in close.

“Let’s see just how much fun we can have tonight,” he murmured, his lips so close to mine that I could feel his breath.

His words were a spark, igniting something in all of us. Asher was right there, his hands firm on my hips as he pulled me against him, his lips finding mine in a slow, deliberate kiss that left me breathless. Jax’s hands slid under my dress, his touch gentle but insistent as he explored the curves of my body, his lips trailing down the side of my neck.

The air was thick with need, every touch, every kiss sending sparks of desire through me. They were all so different, each bringing something unique to this moment. Knox’s playful teasing, Jax’s tender affection, and Asher’s intense focus—it was intoxicating, the way they each knew exactly what I needed.

Clothes began to disappear, discarded carelessly as the heat between us grew. Knox’s hands were everywhere, his lips following, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Jax was all soft touches and whispered words, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that made me tremble. Asher was the anchor, his hands firm and sure, guiding me, grounding me even as the world seemed to spin out of control.

We moved together like we’d done this a thousand times before, like we were perfectly in sync, knowing exactly how to push each other to the edge and then bring each other back. The villa was filled with the sound of our breathing, our moans, the rustle of sheets as we lost ourselves in the moment.

It was intense, overwhelming in the best way, the connection between us palpable, almost tangible. Every kiss, every touch was a reminder of what we had, of the bond that tied us together. And as we finally collapsed into each other’s arms, exhausted but sated, I couldn’t help but feel that we were exactly where we were meant to be—together, in this moment, with nothing but the night ahead of us.