Page 86 of Never You

She snickers, like the little witch that she is, her cheeks now flushed with desire, and her eyes naughty as fuck.

“You asked.” She shrugs, then gives me a sweet peck on the lips, turns, and walks away, right in time for Bodi to notice us.

“Hey, Bodi!” She beams at him, leaving me completely stunned on the sidewalk, like she just told me what her favorite meal is.

I know what my favorite meal is from now on.

RaefuckingStafford.

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My heart races. My panties are growing wet, yet I plaster a big smile on my face before I wrap my arms around Bodi, taking in his clean scent.

Stupid me.

You don’t go telling the man you want to rip your clothes what you’re yearning for the most, if there is no chance of him complying with your request right away. I can feel my pulse beating like a drum in my neck, and a lustful ache growing in my core. The thought of my legs, spread wide, on top of the hood of a car, makes it a challenge to keep my brain cells doing a proper job.

“Hey, Goldilocks,” Bodi says, his voice soft. “You okay?”

“Hmm.” I nod.

He smiles, looking at me through his friendly eyes.

“Why are you blushing?” His hands are on my shoulders, and my mind can’t catch up quick enough to come up with a logical response.

“Hands off, McKay,” Jensen growls behind me, then his arms slide around my waist as his chest connects with my back.

The difference between both men is huge. They are like day and night. Yin and yang. Jensen is rough, blunt, and intimidating, with his no nonsense stance and his big mouth. Bodi is composed, kind. The nerd in high school, who turned out to be a hot scientist. Or publisher, in his case. But I do get it now. I do understand why Bodi told me they are more alike than meets the eye.

Both of their hearts are pure.

Jensen acts like a careless hockey player most of the time, but I see it. The kindness that’s tucked deep into his body. I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me, mixed with the craving he can’t seem to lose.

Nor can I.

Bodi moves his head back and forth between the two of us, then rests his gaze on me, a grin splitting his face.

“I guess the fucker won you over, huh?”

I lean my weight against Jensen, settling into the warmth that radiates from his hard chest.

“Won meoveris a bit exaggerated. But he’s not as bad as he seems,” I joke, faking indifference.

“Shut up, little witch.” Jensen softly bites my ear, and I pull back, a chuckle rolling off my lips.

“Right,” Bodi drawls, clearly not buying my lame attempt of a brush off now that he’s seeing Jensen’s lips on my body. “Come on, let's have drinks.”

We follow Bodi inside, settling for three seats at the bar while Jensen never lets go of my body. Bodi orders three Old Fashions, then excuses himself. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

I watch him walk away from us, until he’s completely out of sight, then quickly turn back around to Jensen with a scowl on my face.

“What are you doing?” I hiss, slapping his thigh.

“What?” he yelps, his hand still running over my thigh.

“You’re all over me.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing?”

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