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They’re leaving, and then it will just be Bray, Finn, and me. I don’t want it to be all.

Bray steps back, his eyes doing that thing where it’s like he mentally steps back, mentally walks away from me. I want to reach out and stop him.

I look up and spot Erin and Locke leaning against each other, watching us. Bray doesn’t realise. He gets in his car and pulls away, leaving me standing there alone.

I heave a frustrated sigh and spot Finn staring at me from the trees. There’s just enough light to show the shocked expression on his face.

There are lots of secrets in this little town, most of them we just keep to ourselves. I turn and walk off into the darkness.

I need to think. I need to sit down and work out what I want and why tonight has my head reeling.

What if I’ve been wrong?

I push it all away until I get home. Once I’m inside, I look at the mess and start pulling the papers off the walls, stacking them up, one by one. Sorting them into piles and slowly, methodically, declutter my house, and perhaps, maybe my mind.

Chapter seventeen

Erin

I turn to Lockeand stroke a hand down his naked chest. He’s allergic to shirts, which I am not complaining about.

“So, now we’re alone.”

“We’re alone,” Locke murmurs and shifts closer, sliding his arms around my waist. As I move, I attempt to step around him. I don’t get far. He matches me step for step. “Are you going to deny us both another night?”

I groan as he bites the shell of my ear. He uses one hand to sweep my hair over my shoulder and drags his teeth over the bare skin.

“I should. I know you’ve got secrets.”

Locke’s eyes show a hint of vulnerability, and all that hesitation evaporates. All my concerns, all my doubts. I pull free from him and step into the cabin. I turn, crooking my finger and walking backwards. Now that I’ve decided, I feel confident and peel my dress off, stepping onto the balcony.

Locke follows, as I knew he would, and grips my hair as I slide my bra off and hurl it back into the cabin.

“Turn,” he growls.

My omega is such a growly, needy, little thing, but I love it.

I turn slowly, staring up at him as he looks me over. His eyes turn dark and intense. It’s a powerful feeling, but all that flutters away when he drops his jeans, revealing a long, hard cock. I reach out and grip him.

I don’t think he was expecting me to do that because he lets out a startled hiss and thrusts into my fist.

“Do you want to go fast or slow?”

“Fast then slow,” Locke grumbles. For a moment, just a moment, I think I see a flash of panic on his face.

I pause and lean closer. “Locke, we don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. My choice. You are my choice, and I…trust you, Erin.”

I don’t know why this feels so huge, but when my lips touch his, he opens for me, and vanilla floods my senses.

My omega perfumes and melts into me, and I’m lost. So lost.

I press into him, stepping towards him as he backs up until he’s pressed up against the glass, his cock between us and my tongue in his mouth. I can't stop, he tastes incredible.

He is all my favourite flavours. The texture that drives me insane, the perfect temperature. Everything about his kiss is designed to bring me to my knees, and I go willingly.

Locke holds me up, though, refusing to let me go, pulling my body into his as I melt into him. I’ve never felt like this, both like I am boneless and so energised I barely know what to do with myself – except keep drowning in his kiss. I drag my mouth from his, sucking in air. His lips trails over my curves, leaving a scorching trail.

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