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“Bronson, you’re with me,” Rhett said, the dog wagging his tail and reluctantly following him towards Garrett’s sedan. B Dog wanted to be with his girl right now, but what I intended to do was not safe for children or small animals.

“Rhys, what?—?”

She gasped as I pushed her up against my car. My hand slapped down on the glass above her head.

“This,” I said, my free hand sliding down her throat, just to thumb her pulse. That rapid drumbeat reassured me that she was feeling it, just like I was. “Just this.”

Away from the prying eyes of the other drinkers, I could take my time, reacquainting myself, learning her lips. The way she parted them all too quickly, as if she was hungry for this as much as I was. The little whistle of her breath through her nose as she sucked it in, right as her hands clung to my shirt front. I wanted to kiss her breathless, if just to see her pull back and take a breath, staring up at me with eyes dazed.

“Alright, lovers.” Garrett appeared by the other side of the car, tossing the keys in the air. “Get in and try not to get us pulled over for public indecency.”

Chapter47

Katie

Girlfriend?

When I walked into the beer garden and saw the women there, it felt like history was repeating itself. The guys had come here with me, but now they had options…? I took in each woman’s clothing, hair, perfectly applied makeup and couldn’t help but see it. The three women were a perfect match for each man. My heart had beat faster and faster, my feet wanting to move, but to where? Out of here, my heart beat. I’d march out into the car park and get into my car and…

I’d come here with Rhys, I remembered. I’d let him escort me downstairs, open my door for me and bring me here, thinking we’d enjoy a few drinks and a nice evening.

Yet here I was, right back in the same situation I had gone through with Dave.

I grabbed my phone, hands shaking, thumbs skating across the screen as I went to open up the Uber app, not sure if rides came this far out of the city. I could call Mandie…

“Is that your sister?” That bitch. She knew exactly what I was by the sly look she shot my way. Her eyes performed an insultingly slow inspection. “That’s some dress?—”

Then right as I was writhing in indecision, Rhys said the words I needed to hear.

“That’s my girlfriend.”

The need to kiss Rhys had my tongue sliding over my bottom lip.

“Our girlfriend.” Nope, now I wanted to kiss Garrett. “So we’re going to need you ladies to go back to your table. Now.”

Everything that happened after that was a blur, right up until now.

“Fuck…”

I liked that animalistic growl a whole lot. The way Rhys crowded me into one side of the car was even better. Those broad shoulders blocked out the artificial lights of the car park and turned him into a dark, shadowy figure. One whose hand slid along my jawline, tipping my head up so he could claim my mouth seconds later. Hungry kisses followed soon after, ones that threatened to bruise my lips, right before they trailed down my neck. I felt his stubble, smelled the cologne Garrett had carefully selected and him, my hands going to his shoulders, then the top button of his shirt. I flicked it open, then another, my hand sliding across the hot, hot skin of his chest.

“Good idea,” he rumbled, his hands going to the shoulder seams of my dress, ready to wrench it down, when a cool voice from the front stopped him.

“You are not getting Katie’s tits out in the car park.”

“I’m not?”

Rhys sounded pissed off and cautious, all at the same time. When we scrambled to get in the back of the car, I caught Garrett watching us steadily in the rear vision mirror.

“Katie’s ours.” I felt like I’d been waiting my whole life for one man to say those words with that kind of certainty, let alone three. “And only we get to see what’s under that damn dress.”

“Right.” Rhys nodded, then glanced around the backseat, spying a gym bag and then hauling out a hoodie with a grin. My seatbelt was clipped on and then the hoodie was smoothed over my body like a massive fluffy blanket. “Home, James, and don’t spare the horsepower.”

Garrett snorted and turned the key in the ignition. Rhys slid in beside me, and for a moment I thought that we were going to play it cool on the way home, and part of me was disappointed at that. I liked his growls, his impulsivity, because I felt like I was being swept up in it. It forced me to stop thinking and just feel. His arm curled around my shoulders, tucking me in tight against his body, and that’s when I felt every inch of those muscles I’d seen on display that day at the gym. I looked up almost shyly, sure he’d see the look of adulation there. Imagine my surprise to find him gazing down at me with the same small smile on his face, as if he was just as transfixed.

His kiss was far gentler, slower and more considered, now we were away from the pub, and as we pulled out of the car park, he deepened it. Faster, harder, my body melted into his, right as his hand worked its way under the hoodie.

“Fucking hell…” I blinked, blinked, like I was waking up from a spell, only to find both men staring at me. Garrett shook his head, then dragged his focus back to the highway we were now hurtling down. “If you’re going to do this.” Rhys’ hand moved lower, easing the bodice of my dress to one side. It took very little for my breast to pop free. “Then I want Katie soft, wet, and ready for me by the time we get home.”

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