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His words get my full attention. “Win me over?”

“I told you. It’s ok if you get to know him too. I’d rather you get him out of your system now. But I like you, Zara. I might be playing this game because Lev is my best friend, but I don’t share. And I’m going to make sure that when you make a choice, I’m going to be the last man standing.”

His confidence is sexy, and my curiosity is peaked. “Really? And how are you going to make me choose you?”

Chance lowers his head to whisper, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. “By making you come so many times, and so hard, that when you think about orgasms, you’re going to think about me and me only.”

Holy shit.

My nipples strain against the silk of my dress, and when he pulls me a little closer, so that our chests touch, I go willingly.

The contact with his warm chest sends sparks of heat straight between my thighs.

“I can’t wait to come to your room later tonight,” Chance continues. “I’m dying to know how it feels to be inside you, Zara.”

His words cause a full body reaction. I’m grateful for Chance’s strong arms, because my knees feel weak right now at the thought of how it would feel to have his strong body tangled with mine.

“Hey brother,” a voice cuts through the fog of my lust. “Do you mind if I cut in?” Ares is standing there, offering me his hand.

I feel Chance’s muscles tense up as he looks at his older brother for a long moment.

“You don’t have to ask me,” he finally drawls. “If Zara wants to dance with you, be my guest.”

Do I want to dance with him?

Ares looks like a magazine cover model in the same tailored suit all the groomsmen are wearing. The lilac accents of his bow tie and boutonniere reflect in the gray of his eyes, giving them a mysterious violet hue.

I can’t fight the magnetic attraction I feel toward my oldest stepbrother; he takes my breath away to the point that I don’t trust my own voice. All I can do is nod.

ARES

I’ve been thinking about Zara all week.

Between my shifts at work and my best man obligations, I’ve barely seen her since we talked last week in the garage.

But thoughts of Zara have filled my mind every waking moment. She’s been my first thought in the morning, and my last thought at night.

It isn’t just because she’s gorgeous. There’s something in her eyes, beyond her pretty smile, beyond the wild streak she triesto hide, that calls to me. I think she’s looking for something to complete her, something to make her feel whole. I can relate to that in more ways than one.

The second I see her in her bridesmaid dress, I know I need to get closer to her. I’m not as obvious as Chance and Lev, who have been buzzing around her since the second she came back into our lives.

I bide my time, focusing on my best man's duties, but I’m aware of Zara’s every move throughout the day. Every step, every smile, every single interaction.

My most important duty today is the best man’s speech; I’ve been working on it for the best part of a month, and anxiety has me in its grip until I’m done delivering it. If Atlas had been here, I’m sure Dad would have asked him to do it. He would have enjoyed it, too. He was as outgoing as I’m an introvert.

I watch Chance lead Zara to the dance floor after Dad and Kelly’s first dance.

One song passes, then two, then three.

My foot taps on the wooden floor of the room; I’m not following the beat of the slow songs the string quartet Dad hired is playing. I’m impatient as fuck, waiting for my little brother to let Zara go for one second, so I can ask her to dance.

But Chance not only keeps dancing with our new stepsister, he gets closer and closer to her with every song.

What the actual fuck?

He’s whispering something to her now, his mouth practically glued to her ear. There’s no room between their bodies, as they sway to the music, as if they were alone in the room. I’m sure people have gotten pregnant just by dancing that close.

I’m also not the only one who’s noticed.

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