Page 22 of Glamour & Gumballs

I couldn’t screw the guy. Not when I disliked him, and was attracted to Rhett.

But I could wreak a little havoc and make sure no one realized it was Rhett I had steamy dreams about.

“Jim,” Harker warned.

“Fuck off.” Jim set his hands on my hips. I didn’t like having my back to a tree when he was the one pinning me, but I couldn’t do anything about it without walking away from the opportunity. “Your pheromones smell delicious, Erin. Are they for me?”

“You tell me.” I tipped my head back.

His eyes moved over my lips for a long moment before he leaned down and kissed me.

I’d been kissed before, though it had been more than four years since the last time. I had liked kissing. I’d kissed strangers in bars, and had one-night-stands that involved leaving before the men woke up.

But his lips made me rethink my past enjoyment.

The kiss was fine, but not spectacular.

He tasted wrong, somehow. I wasn’t sure what the problem was, but there was a problem.

And while I knew I didn’t want to keep kissing him, I didn’t let myself pull away. Because finding a mate who wouldn’t hurt me was crucial—and chaos was exactly what I needed to make that happen.

So, I buried my hands in his hair and went up on my tiptoes, pressing my front to his. His hands moved up my waist and over my breasts, squeezing one of them hard.

I grabbed his wrist and put his hand on my waist, silently telling him to quit groping me.

The kiss went on for a few minutes before Jim vanished.

I opened my eyes at the sudden loss, and blinked when I saw his back slam into a tree.

At first I thought it was Rhett moving him—but after a minute, I realized the man’s haircut was wrong and his skin was a few shades different.

Ev.

Ev was the one who’d ripped Jim away from me.

Thank you, Ev.

“What the fuck, Jim?” Ev snarled. “We’re all here competing for her, and you think grabbing her fucking tits is a good idea?”

“She offered,” Jim said. “If you had the opportunity, you’d?—”

“I’d tell her I’ll make her mine in every fucking way after she’s made me her mate. Touching someone else’s woman is a damn good way to get yourself voted off, if you survive until the council,” Ev snapped.

Despite the unpleasant taste of Jim in my mouth, I watched their interaction with rapture.

I’d done it.

I’d started the chaos.

And he’d mentioned my pheromones, so I must’ve ignited those when I got all lusty about Rhett.

Guess I just needed to fantasize about the grumpy bastard every night, and chaos would ensue.

Perfect.

The guys continued arguing, and I slipped away before they could bring me into the fight.

Though I wanted desperately to wash the scent of both my desire and Jim off my skin, I needed to leave it. The rain would remove enough of it—and whatever lingered would piss off the other guys, I hoped.

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