Page 35 of Scent of Home

I sit back and stare at the scenery. It’s still breathtakingly beautiful. All too soon, we get to town. Finn parks in the diner car park. I wait, watching Locke. He stares towards the crowd with excitement, but then looks back at me as if he needs to make sure I’m coming with him.

What the fuck is he running from?

“Hey, Finn, keep an eye on Locke for me?”

Finn scowls but nods as I walk away from them. I need space; I need time to think without his scent suffocating me. He’s worming his way under my skin and getting to me. It’s getting hard to imagine life without him here.

I make my way to Bray’s shed and bang on the lower door. It feels like it takes forever before he yanks it open. He’s been working, I can tell straight away, there’s a smear of grease on his arm, a black stain on his top, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. I smile at him and step inside before he can push me out.

Bray groans and clutches his head.

The inside is dark, with two cars sitting silently in the middle of the shop.

“What are you doing here?” Bray growls.

I wander around, taking in all the smells and scents. It's not unpleasant. I find myself wanting to ask all sorts of questions about the shop, but I don’t want to waste this opportunity.

I stalk back to Bray and frown up at him. “Go get dressed. Locke wants to see you.” I want to see you.

Bray shakes his head and sits on a set of stairs. A door is caught by a magnetic latch, holding the door to the stairs open.

“I’m not going anywhere near him.”

“Why? Because it might upset Shane?” I ask.

Bray leans back on his elbows and watches me with a small smile. “You’re really trying, aren’t you? But, why? What is your angle?”

I hoist my dress up and step over his legs, lowering until I’m sitting on him. He grips my hips but, otherwise, doesn’t move.

“I told a silly bitch last night that I was going to fuck you and we’d take a photo for her.”

Bray groans as I grind down on him. “Did you? How presumptuous. I didn’t even get dinner.”

I lean in and bite his jaw. “Get up and come out with me. The day is young, and there are a million different ways it could go. Let’s go piss people off. This is my holiday, and I get to pick the adventure.”

I try to ignore the lump that is growing under my pussy. His fingers dip deeper, sending a flare of pure need. Last night slams back into my head, and I almost throw everything to the wind and just say fuck it.

I could have him. He wants me. I want him.

But…

Yeah, there’s a but. I don’t know what’s going on in this town with these people, but it’s making my instincts tingle. If I listen closely, I can hear the ‘get more information’ shriek loud and clear.

I stand up, and he lets me go.

“Get dressed. You have ten minutes. I want to see these cakes.”

“I’m not taking you to see the cakes. We can go to the races.”

I snort at him. “You go to the races, I’ll go get cake.”

Bray steps down the stairs until he’s only one step higher than I am. “How about I steal you cake, and we eat while we watch the races.”

I don’t give a fuck about cake. Mint drowns my senses. I tilt my head back, and his lips brush across my cheekbone before he withdraws.

“Okay,” I breathe.

“Good alpha.”

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