Page 17 of Scent of Home

Shane deliberately turns back to Finn. “Put it back to how it was. I want the cabin empty.”

“Join us for dinner,” Finn says back.

“No. Put it back!”

Finn simply sighs. “This is Locke. Locke, Shane is an author. Among other things.”

Locke’s hand pauses in his movements. “You are? What’s that like?”

Shane growls but reluctantly turns to Locke. “It’s fine. Everything is fine.”

“That’s good. I like fine, too,” Locke says nonchalantly and presses the edge of his hand up against my pussy.

I jolt. I can feel Bray’s curious look change to one of amusement. He turns towards me and, a second later, another hand joins the first one.

I reach down and grip his hand, but he turns it over and threads our fingers together.

“This is so nice,” Bray drawls. “I haven’t had dinner with friends in a long time.”

Finn casts Bray a look that can only be of deep warning. “That’s because you skip the dinner part and go straight to bed.”

“What?” Bray asks innocently. “Something wrong with that?”

“Behave!”

“I am.” His hand pushes mine against Locke’s and presses it more firmly against me. Almost unconsciously, I inch my thighs wider.

Bray smiles at me. “Good girl.”

Oh, fuck no. I find a point on his hand that’s put weaker men on their asses and squeeze it. It does exactly nothing. No, that’s not true. It gets a chuckle out of him.

“First warning,” I say, giving up on bringing the giant to the floor.

“Oh, what are you going to do, spank me?”

“Would you like that?” I ask him softly. Because I might. A lot.

“Fuck yes. You can spank me while I fuck your sexy friend. We can make a weekend of it.”

I turn away in disgust, or at least I try to convince myself it's disgust and not an intense throbbing in my clit.

Shane lunges across the table and grips Bray’s throat. “Take your hands off her.”

Bray laughs, but the sound gurgles into silence while the other alpha stares with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. They aren’t the light colour like Finn’s. No, these are sapphires. His eyes slide over my face, and then he returns his glare to Bray.

“Not everyone wants to sleep with you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bray hisses and releases my hand to shove the other alpha off him. “Loud and clear.”

Locke too withdraws his hand, but Finn cautiously crowds him, glaring protectively at the other two men.

“Excuse me, gentlemen? Or heathens, whatever works,” I say dryly.

They both turn to blink at me.

“I got off a bus that traveled all night. All I’ve eaten is a crappy chicken and lettuce sandwich. I’d love to eat my food in peace, unmolested, because the fact is if anyone is getting in my pants, it’s Locke, and then possibly him.” I point a finger at Finn. “I don’t appreciate your caveman behaviour while I’m hungry. Any other time, it might be amusing, but right now, no.”

Shane slowly sits back and takes his seat. He stares at me.

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