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I want him too. I want one of those big fingers back inside me. Now.

His hands are almost immediately roaming my ass. His lips trail hot kisses down the side of my neck while I return my own lips to Lynx’s with tenderness that immediately succumbs to the ferocious passion I’m feeling.

My nipples are such tight buds, my breasts ache and the desire pooling between my thighs is unreal. Sandwiched between two men, both of their mouths exploring my skin…it’s sensation overload and yet, it’s not enough.

What the hell am I doing?

“What thehellare you doing?”

At first, I think I thought it out loud, but nope, that was a man’s voice. A grumpy man’s voice.

Chapter 13

Goldie

“What the hell are you doing?” Grumpy Luke repeats.

With the spell broken, nay, shattered into a billion bits, Lynx sets me down. His pupils are enlarged and his rock-hard chest heaves with ragged breaths. Nash takes a step back, hands shoved in his pockets. At first glance, he looks unfazed, but a glimpse downward tells me he’s fazed alright.

I can’t stop panting. It takes me a minute to come back to myself, letting the sound of the steadily rushing river ground me and calm my burning hot nerves.

Would I have done it with Lynx…with Lynx and Nash…if Grumpy Luke hadn’t interrupted?

I might’ve. I actually might’ve. Holy shit. That realization sends my head spinning. Despite what I told Lynx about just being temporarily disoriented, I might actually need to go to the hospital and get an X-ray or MRI or whatever to make sure I don’t have a concussion or worse. Because the way I’m thinking, the way I’m behaving, or about to behave, definitely screamsGoldie Has A Serious Head Injury!

“We were just—” Lynx begins.

“I have two damn eyes. I can see what you werejustdoing.” Luke shakes his head.

Lynx shrugs. “You asked.”

I’m attempting to discreetly zip up my pants when Grumpy Luke’s two damn eyes fixate on me.

“This lady,” he says, but he says it in a way that tells me “lady” is not the word he wants to use to describe me, “has been here less than twenty-four hours and she’s already beguiled y’all into a threesome?”

The big hairy slut-shamer! I fix him with a look that would set my usual work crew running. Now, Luke…he is not fazed by me. Not one bit.

“Okay,Lucas,” I start, hands on my hips. “I didn’t beguile anyone into anything. But not an hour ago, you were implying that I think I’m too good to sleep with one of your brothers, and now you’re accusing me of being some seductress hell-bent on poisoning them with my vagina or something! Which is it, bro?”

“Maybe both.” His hands are on his hips too.

“That makes no sense.” I fold my arms across my chest.

“Thismakes no sense!” he fires back, gesturing at the picture of the three of us.

Andfurthermore—” I begin.

“Does no one, other than me, remember what happened last time two of us went after the same woman?” Grumpy Luke asks, talking over me as if I wasn’t even speaking. He’s returned his attention to his brothers, now acting as if I’m not even here. As if, maybe, wishful thinking will make it reality. “You should remember,” he says to Lynx.

I really don’t want to ask. Iwantto give him a piece of my mind. But I can’t help myself. The intrigue is real.

“What happened the last time two of you went after the same woman?”

Grumpy Luke casts a glance at me. “None. Of. Your. Goddamn. Business. Goldilocks.”

He says the nickname with derision, not affection.

“So?” Grumpy Luke looks around. “Where are the fish?”

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