Page 16 of Scent of Home

I close my eyes for a second, and then refocus on Finn, pretending nothing is happening at all. A young man in a black shirt approaches and smiles at the table. All around us, people are talking softly. The clink of their knives and forks fades away. All I can focus on is the feel of Locke’s hand as he massages my flesh.

“Hey, Marcus, can you get me a Taster Option X for the table? Make sure nothing touches any bananas.”

“Sure, Finn.”

Marcus walks away, and I turn back to Finn, ignoring the way Locke’s fingers keep spreading warmth across my thighs.

My arousal is a dull throb inside me. But I refuse to let any sign of it cross my face. Even if my nipples are now aching and begging to be touched.

I will outmaneuver him.

“So, you’re a lawyer? What kind?” Finn asks and signals to another black-shirted waiter.

“I’m a contract lawyer.”

“Ahh.”

“You have no idea what that is, do you?” I ask him with a chuckle. Locke lifts his hand, and I think I’ve won, right up until my dress starts pulling up, bunching at my upper thigh.

“Can’t say that I do.”

“I-”

“Hey, baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

I turn my head and lose the ability to talk. Bray’s taste of mint has haunted me all damn day. That kiss was easily one of the hottest things to happen to me in a long, very long, drought of mediocrity.

“You met me three hours ago. Your ability to tell time is obviously broken,” I say blandly and try to ignore Locke and this new menace.

He leans in close and then winks at Locke, whose hand tightens on my thigh. My bare skin. Because my long sundress is now bunched up, and his fingers are strumming my skin.

“Well, well, well. We’re having dinner, then?” He leans back and puts an arm over the back of my chair.

“You’re welcome if you behave,” Finn says with no inflection.

“Sure, Finny, I can behave.”

“Doubtful, but let’s see how we go,” Finn snaps. “And do not call me Finny.”

The man is yummy. And it has been far too long since I scratched this itch.

I’m about to open my mouth when a third man sits down right next to Finn. He turns towards the alpha beside me and lets out a growl that makes me squeeze my thighs together.

“Shane, do you have something you need to say to me?” Finn asks with no interest whatsoever.

Finn doesn’t even look up from where he’s buttering a roll. I don’t know how he’s remaining calm with the furious alpha basically breathing at the side of his face.

“Why?” Shane growls.

Finn smiles. It’s a barely there smile, completely unintimidated by the huge alpha. “Because you shouldn’t be so alone all the time.”

Shane growls, and this time, I can’t hold back my gasp. This alpha is having a visceral reaction on me, along with Bray’s fingers stroking my shoulder, and Locke’s all but under my underwear.

He glances at me and freezes, then he spots Bray’s hand on my shoulder and follows it back to the alpha.

His lip curls and another feral growl escapes.

Brayson just laughs. “Jealous?”

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