Page 78 of Pin-up Girl

Clint tilted his head and trailed his gaze over me, his mouth twisted. “Sometimes I can see where you’re going with a thought, but this time…”

“I’m not going anywhere with it. I like sitting in the rain when it’s warm.”

“And that has what to do with fucking?”

I was riding a roller coaster of emotion, and loving it. This back and forth with Clint was fun. “Because it’s real easy for me to picture you and Aubrey joining me. And I have to imagine, that being high above the city, on display but not, while the sky showers you, it would be the perfect place to watch the two of you fuck in the rain.”

Clint let out a huff that might have been amusement, but his eyes darkened, and his smile changed. He gave a brief but subtle shake of his head.

What was going on in his mind?

Clint rolled onto his knees and crawled toward me, stopping when our noses were almost touching. He searched my face.

I could barely breathe, but I was captivated by the man in front of me. “I forgot how much I love the color of your eyes.” I couldn’t pull my gaze from the flecks and the way the dim light reflected off pools of blue.

“I forgot how much I missed you. Fuck you for making me remember.” Clint slid his hand to the back of my neck, holding me captive. The kiss was soft—raindrops beading on waterproof fabric. Then he dove his tongue into my mouth and dug his fingers into my skin.

I kissed back as if nothing else mattered. This wasn’t like when we were teenagers. It was more intense. More experienced. There was more desire. More everything.

The rain hammered on the roof above us, beating in time with my roaring pulse. Dripping around us. On us.

This wasn’t a good position for anything but kissing, and my cock was half-hard. Should we shift our angle? Go somewhere else?

“Oh.” Aubrey’s soft voice shattered the moment.

I broke away from Clint to see her standing in the doorway, a short distance away, watching us with an unreadable expression.

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aubrey

I spent the afternoon working with a client who had hired me to custom fit some pieces she bought from me. It was so much fun. A reminder of what I loved about this job.

It was raining when I sent her on her way with a smile and a bag full of new-old clothes.

After she was gone, I grabbed my phone, and was surprised to see messages from both Clint and Brodie. Clint sounded upset, and that had me worried.

Neither of them was answering their phones. Clint wasn’t at home, and Brodie wasn’t at his hotel, or anywhere on Main Street as far as I could tell.

I didn’t know where to find him, but I had a good idea where to look for Clint.

As I neared the abandoned factory, I wasn’t surprised to see Clint’s truck there, but I didn’t expect Brodie’s. That was convenient.

Remember what they used to be? Remember how hurt Clint was…?

Weird thought. Of course I did.

I tried to pick a parking spot that would keep me close to their cars and the building, but save me from having to walk through too many weeds, then I headed inside.

I stopped short, half in the doorway, half in the rain, when I found Clint and Brodie kissing.

“Oh.” My surprise slipped out, and they jerked apart.

Their wide-eyed expressions probably matched mine, but were they feeling the same thing?

What was I feeling? Hurt. Despite having told them both I didn’t want more. And then there was the voice whispering in my head, this is just like with Deacon. What was I thinking?

Did I bring this on myself? Trying to avoid falling for a man who didn’t want me was what pushed them together? No. Besides, they had every right to kiss anyone else, including each other. Especially each other.

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