Page 66 of Their Dark Rose

Steeling my gaze, I answer, “I do. I loved them too, Finn.”

His lips crash into mine so fast that I’m dizzy with him.

“Then that’s where we’re headed.” He stands up while my world still spins, throwing a wad of cash on the table. “You, me, and my brothers.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Jitters rake over me as I spot Mason and Falk walking out the front door of our home.

Mason changed into jeans, a black hoodie, and a heavy camel coat. It’s a casual outfit I’m hardly used to seeing on him. Making him seem more human, in a way. A sexy, thigh-clenching way. The leather messenger bag strapped over his shoulder, which peeks out from under his coat, only adds to his appeal.

The scary Falk falls into step beside him. He’s wearing the same jeans from this morning, a dark blue cashmere sweater, and a pea coat over it. The clothes fit his lean body, tapered waist, and strong legs.

So handsome.

So menacing.

So full of righteousness, my Falk.

I sigh, biting my lip. If he’s still mine.

“Relax, Bri.” Finn rests his arm on the passenger seat, looking back at me.

Hearing him stirs me out of my hypnotic state. I hear him, and my heart pounding loudly.

“I am relaxed,” I lie. He shouldn’t be worrying about me now.

“No, you’re not. You were panting.” Finn’s devious eyes zoom in on my mouth. “I’ll take care of that for you. I’m sure Mason won’t mind driving while I do.”

“Finn, I’m nervous.” My lips lower into a frown. I really am.

Sitting next to Falk seemed like a good idea at the restaurant. He’ll have nowhere to go when I reach for his hand or fumble with his jeans button. We’d have made up faster.

On our way to the cemetery. I know. It’s sick. But he has to soften up to me before we get there.

At least, that was what I thought I should do.

Falk’s green, burning stare as he nears me has me questioning our decision. He scares me. His physical build is intimidating. But his potential rejection scares me more than anything.

“Falk will scratch that itch between your legs, then.” Finn spins to face the front.

Force of habit speaks for me when I answer, “There’s no itch—“

My lie is cut short when the doors on my sides are swung open.

“Flower,” Mason greets me first. “How did the appointment go?”

His large palm cups my cheek as Finn blends the car into the street. Mason’s icy blue eyes remind me of a late autumn day’s skies. Nearly gray and absolutely enthralling. I could gaze into those forever.

“Well?”

His curiosity returns me to him. Dragging me painfully into the real world. “You’ve never asked about my day.”

“I’ve never intended for you to feel comfortable around me, remember?” His soft hold turns harsher, snapping me out of my lustful haze. “You’d have asked us to go outside when you were a kid. And a few months ago, getting closer to you would’ve ended in three men coming into your room.”

“Would the latter have been so bad?” I flick my violet eyes along his body. The shadows and light play along his broad shoulders, corded neck, and high cheekbones. His scar.

While my eyes roam, he lowers his head. Mason commands my focus first, my lips second.

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