Page 88 of Scrum Heat

Jax takes another sip of his drink and shrugs. “Exactly.”

Theo looks at me. “Well, sweetheart?”

I arch a brow. “Are we doing the middle school version, or what?”

Theo licks his bottom lip. “Depends how brave you’re feeling.”

“Oh,please,” I mutter, grabbing the bottle and placing it dead center on the rug. “Let’s just accept reality here.”

“Which is?” Rory asks, wary.

“You’re not spinning,” I give him an innocent smile. “None of you are.Iam.”

Jax actually raises his eyebrows as Finn nearly drops his drink.

Theo leans back, looking far too pleased with himself. “Look at our little omega, making the rules.”

“I’m notlittle,” I mutter, reaching for the bottle. “You’re all just huge. There’s a difference.”

The bottle spins.

Slows.

Stops.

And lands on…

Finn.

I don’t even pretend to be surprised. I just grin. “Well, well, well.”

Finn exhales through his nose, smiling but trying to look unaffected. “Guess we’re really committing to the bit, huh?”

“Oh, I’m committed,” I say, already rising onto my knees. “But thisisn’ta bit.”

Finn doesn’t move—just watches, his pupils darkening, lips parting the closer I get. I shuffle toward him, slow and steady, my hands landing on his thighs like they belong there.

(They kind of do.)

“Hi,” I murmur, settled between his knees.

“Hi,” he replies, already breathless.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Thank god,” he mutters.

It starts soft and familiar, with a small smile against his lips. But then his large hands slide around my waist and his mouth opens under mine and—okay.

I forgot how sweet he tastes, how warm he always is, how he kisses like he’s making up for lost time and trying not to ruin me all at once.

One of his hands comes up, cradling the side of my face, fingers sliding into my hair as I shift forward, closer, straddling one thigh without really thinking about it. His breath catches, and mine does too.

His tongue brushes against mine, and I answer with a low hum in the back of my throat that makes his grip tighten.

When I finally pull back, I’m flushed, breathless, still straddling his lap. His pupils arehuge.

“That… was not spin-the-bottle energy.” His voice is rough. “I thought you were gonna go to town on my thigh again.”

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