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Six

JT

HELL YES I’LLbe a hunter, focused on only one target—a hot ass redhead in a tiny bikini of the same color.

I had no idea what an excellent choice I’d made when I called the store to order her gifts. Bellamy and her body do crazy good things for that bikini. Not the other way around. She turns a couple of pieces of material into the ultimate tease…intricately placed scraps hinting at the absolute perfection underneath. I’ve been hard since she walked back outside in it.

And now, Presley, my new favorite person in the world, has unknowingly set the stage for me to sneak in some up close and personal time with Bellamy. Brynn will be hiding somewhere in the dark, concentrating only on staying quiet and still, while I go hunt down her forbidden friend.

“Alright, we’ll give you five minutes. Go,” I set the timer on my phone and watch them all scatter, waiting until Bellamy’s bouncing, bubble ass is completely out of sight before turning my back.

“If your sister and I don’t make it back in time for the next round, go ahead and start without us,” Judd says.

“Same goes,” I laugh, “for me andnot my sister.”

“No disrespect, you know I’ve only got eyes for Sky, but I don’t blame ya a bit, brother.” He claps my shoulder. “I mean, dayummm. You sure she’s single?”

“Yep.”

“How is that possible?” His shock is understandable. Especially once you’ve seen Bellamy in a bathing suit.

“She’s like Brynny,” I shrug, quite happily I might add. “And our moms, not to make it weird,” I chuckle. “She’s about school, goals, real shit. Doesn’t date much or worry about guys and parties from what I’ve been told. That’s five minutes, let’s go. Wish me luck.”

“I would’ve,” he mumbles, dipping his head to rub the back of his neck, “until you told me all that about her.”

“What the fuck?” I push his shoulder, hard. “I gave the toast at your wedding,to my sister, and you’re gonna come at me with that shit?”

“J…wait…” he tries to stop me from walking away.

“Fuck you and your ‘wait’. We gotta hunt, it’s been almost ten minutes now. We’ll talk later, when I haven’t been drinking and you’ve rethought your bullshit.”

“Sorry man,” I hear him mutter behind me.

“Yeah, you sure the fuck are, a sorry ass friend. I’m going left, I suggest you go far, far, right,” I reply without turning around.

First thing in the morning, no, make that first thing tomorrow afternoon, I’m gonna talk to my Uncle Sawyer…the labeled “playboy” of his generation in our family. Find out what he did with all the doubt when he mentioned being interested in someone. Hope he’s got a helluva cure, ‘cause this shit is really starting to piss me off.

In the meantime, I’m gonna use my anger as fuel. Fuel to decide for myself…what exactly it is I want from the temptress that is Bellamy Morgan.

I creep down the left fence line and with no effort whatsoever, spot Presley hunkered down behind the ivy-covered lattice. For picking the game, she sure sucks at it, but no matter—I pass right by her. The bushes up ahead move, Ryder trying to get a closer view of Brynn, lying down on the ground behind one of the flower bed borders. I keep going, didn’t see a thing.

Damn, for a newbie, sweet Bellamy has me stumped. I’m all the way to the back fence, making my way east, without finding her yet. Judd was only looking for Skylar, but would have called out loud had he found anyone else first…so Bellamy’s still out here somewhere, lying in wait…for me.

And finally there it is, a quick flash of red, like a beacon in the dark, as she peeks around the tree to check where the hunters are.

I’m right here, Gorgeous. And I’m coming for you.

I sneak around to approach her from behind, one hand tightly gripping her full, feminine hip, the other covering her mouth. It muffles her scream as I slowly turn her to face me. “Sshh,” I calm her down. “Can you be quiet?”

She nods, so I take my hand away from her mouth—just the one hand. The other’s busy rubbing her soft skin, learning her curves.

“Found ya,” I whisper, backing her up against the tree.

“Yes, you did,” she whispers back breathily. “Now what?”

My chest rumbles, my fingers digging into her skin. “Now I’m supposed to yell that I found you.”

“But you don’t want to?” Her innocent, wide-eyes are an act, the gradual glide of her tongue over that plump bottom lip telling me so.

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