Page 39 of Scent of Home

Erin slides a hand up my spine, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps.

It’s with relief that I spin towards her and capture her curvy hips. I love that she’s not skinny like all the other women who throw themselves at me. I love that she’s soft and confident about who she is. She loves herself, and that is fucking hot.

Another pathetic whine escapes me.

She steps into me and drops her lips to my collarbone, teasing her way across my chest.

All of a sudden, she licks up my neck. “I licked him, now he’s mine.”

I hum and lean back. Huge hands land on my waist, holding me in place as Shane steps into me.

“He’s not yours.”

Erin flicks Shane a look that is maddeningly unclear. She grabs one of his hands, drags it up to my shoulder. Leans forward and licks him, too.

Shane stiffens. I can feel the power of him as he curls his fingers into my shoulders.

I expect him to protest, but he stays silent and then abruptly lets me go, stepping back so suddenly I sway.

“While I appreciate how amusing this joke is, we are drawing a crowd of onlookers.” Finn rubs his chin and glances around us uneasily.

Joke?

I glance at Finn and see the strain around the corners of his eyes. Whatever reason he has for pretending this thing between us doesn’t exist is crumbling. He feels something.

I fold my arms over my chest and step into his space, bumping him with my shoulder.

“All right, Dad.”

Finn levels me with a look that makes my stomach spark with excitement.

“I want to dance.”

Bray holds out his hand. “Your wish, my command.”

“Take notes,” I say to the others and strut with him back to the dance floor. He dances close but not inappropriately.

Every time I turn, I spot Erin, Shane, and Finn watching from the road, standing still despite the flow of people around them. A glow of warmth grows inside me.

I can’t have them forever, but maybe I can have them for a few nights.

I throw myself at Bray, pressing my body against his. My mouth collides with his, and the kiss is inevitable. It’s like music and dance. It just works. We work. That mint seeps into my senses, twisting around me and tearing reason and logic out of my brain.

He pulls back and stares down at me.

“What are you doing, Locke?” Bray whispers.

“I want you. That’s what I’m doing.”

Bray laughs lightly. “Well, it’s working. Let’s go kidnap your girlfriend and see if she wants to play with us.”

I brush my hair back and smile, flipping a wave at the guy crooning into the microphone.

Erin is leaning against the wall, her eyes glittering and her cheeks red. I’m well aware of the signs of her arousal, though she probably wishes I wasn’t. I don’t say anything, but I do subtly check Shane and Finn, and to my surprise, they are both packing as well.

Well, well. Maybe we’ll make this night a party.

“We’re ready to leave,” Bray says and puts an arm over my shoulder.

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