Page 297 of Heart of Frost and Scars

Once Wolf is better adjusted and Kody and Leo’s business ventures are more established, we’ll start traveling outside Alaska. Monty and I are dying to show them the world.

No amount of light can banish our past, but we’re creating the brightest version of our future.

Leo’s eyes trace the curve of my face, lingering on my lips as if memorizing every detail. Desire smolders from him, slowing down time and narrowing the room to just us.

“You’re thinking too much.” His tongue flicks my earlobe as he inches his hand closer to the heat between my thighs. “Christ, I love your body. These sexy fucking legs. And your ass. Fuck, you have a tight, perfect ass.”

I shiver, and my nipples harden against the thin material of my dress.

“But the rest of you is so damn soft.” His fingers reach the juncture between my legs, and he goes still. “Where are your panties?”

“Check Kody’s pocket.” I bite my lip.

“He fucked you before I got here? How? I was only five minutes behind you guys.”

“He was hungry.”

“He’s always hungry. At least his apartment is getting some use.”

It only gets used for sex. No one has slept here since our eighteen-day separation.

No matter how late Kody works, he always comes home to us.

“Now I’m picturing him fucking you.” He groans and buries his face in my neck. “My goddamn cock is leaking in my pants.”

With his body angled toward mine, he glides a finger along my wet slit, unconcerned about onlookers. No one can see his hand under the table, but it doesn’t take a genius to know what he’s doing.

He shoves two fingers inside me, and I gulp, eyes wide and cheeks on fire.

Across the room, Kody’s dark eyes flash as he slides a drink toward Monty, who catches it with a grin, taking a long sip before giving Kody a nod of approval.

The crowd cheers, and I let out a moan. Leo mercilessly finger-fucks me.

“I’m about to put you on my lap.” He licks my gaping lips. “Make you ride my dick in front of all these people.”

“Recognize that bald man at the end of the bar?” I pant.

“That’s the sheriff. He and I go way back. He won’t arrest me for fucking my woman.”

“He’ll arrest you for public indecency.”

“We’re nowhere near indecent yet.”

Before I can respond, Monty appears at our table, a drink in each hand. He sets them down in front of Leo and me, his attention narrowing on the movement beneath my dress.

A fresh surge of wetness seeps around the fingers inside me.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Monty has a predatory look in his eyes, a hunter staring down his prey.

“Couldn’t ask for better entertainment.” Leo grins, nodding at the bar. “The cocktail show isn’t bad, either.”

Monty’s lips twitch, and he glances over at Kody, who’s still behind the bar, expertly mixing drinks.

“He’s a natural,” Monty admits, pride evident in his tone.

Leo removes his fingers from me and stares at Monty. Then he proceeds to lick my arousal from his digits, grinning, taunting.

In a blur, Monty reaches out to snatch Leo’s arm.

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