Duke POV
I am sprawled out on the sand at Sangue Luna beach. As the breeze gently kisses my skin I inhale the scents of summer- jasmine growing over the front of the packhouse, and the vanilla coconut scent of sun lotion. The sun’s rays are so warm it feels like I am wrapped up in a warm blanket… a blanket that is writhing and rubbing against my sides sending pleasant electric sparks straight to my groin.
Wait…
What?
My eyes fly open and rather than seeing the blue sky I am greeted with an unfamiliar canvas roof. I am not on the beach. I am in a tent. A tent that is filled with the scent of my very naked mates who are curled up on either side of me. This is far better than being back on Sangue Luna beach, although that is one of my favourite places to be. My new favourite place to be i
