Page 17 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
Then he left, closing the door behind him. I was glad for it as I nearly fell to the floor in a puddle of my own making.
And for the first time since this little game of ours began, I questioned if I was strong enough to hold myself back from jumping that man’s bones and riding him into oblivion.
Chapter 8
McKenna
“Has McKenna told you guys about the latest threat?” Austin asked from where he sat next to Booker on the couch, across from me and Brynne.
We’d come to the living room after finishing our meal, the two men sipping on whiskey while Brynne and I talked on the opposite couch.
I shot a glare Austin’s way. Of fucking course, he would bring that up tonight. The man was trying to get under my skin in every way possible simply to see me react.
“No,” Brynne answered, pulling her leg up on the couch so she could face me. “What happened?”
A snarky fucking smirk curled the sides of Austin’s mouth, and I wanted to slap it off him.
“A crow died in my yard. It isn’t what Austin’s trying to make it out to be. He’s just dramatic.”
Austin leaned back on the couch, draping an arm over the back. “It was shot, and someone put it on her car.”
“Any trace of who might have placed it there?” Booker asked.
With his interest, Austin sent me a satisfied look. He’d won this one.
I could avoid this all I wanted, but he would continue to bring it up. Constantly remind me, so as to keep an inkling of fear inside me. And if I let what was happening lose some of its severity, he’d only instill more fear.
“No. But we’ll find whoever it is,” Austin promised, both to Booker and me, if the look on his face was any indication.
“So,” I blurted, sitting forward on the couch with my elbows on my knees, my breasts aimed in Austin’s direction. I could tell he was fighting his urge to stare. To eye fuck me from across the living room. He brought his glass to his lips, giving himself something to do, like he did every time I shifted on the sofa. “When you guys all shared Brynne,” I went on, steering the conversation elsewhere, “did you take the back entrance on each other?” I looked between Austin and Booker. The former’s mouthful of whiskey went flying, spraying out of his mouth.
Mission accomplished.
“No,” Booker confirmed, his voice low and growing irritated at my mention of their past activities.
“Fuck, no,” Austin answered after getting his shit back together. He was leaning forward now. “That never crossed our minds. That’s?—”
I cocked my head to the side, innocently asking, “What’s wrong with hooking up with your friends?” Brynne and I were all too familiar with that. Before she got with Booker, we’d fool around from time to time, but it never went further than anything casual between us.
“Nothing,” Austin clarified. “It’s not that. We’re just not into…” His hands twirled around each other as if inexplanation. “That.”
“But you’re into sharing Brynne.” Seeing Austin so flustered was the highlight of my night, honestly.
Booker answered this time. “Not anymore.”
I turned a curious eye on Brynne. “And how do you feel about that, Brynne?”
She was eyeing Booker, gauging his reaction, before turning to me. “Well, if it’s the right person and Booker’s okay with it, then I don’t mind.”
I briefly glanced at Booker. “Would he be okay with this?” I scooted over, my skirt rising further with the action, and slid a hand into Brynne’s hair. “Like how we used to?” I met her halfway, pressing my lips to hers. She didn’t even try to pull back, instead slipping her tongue into my mouth like she had many times in the past.
A telltale curse slipped from Austin at the sight of us kissing.
I pulled away, sparing Booker another glance to determine if he was okay with it or not. He was scowling, but I could tell in the way it held no anger that he was fine with this. If anything, he was enjoying it.
My eyes flicked to Austin for the span of a second, the look on his face fueling me forward for more.
I gently pulled Brynne closer by her hair, my lips melting against hers. She met me stride for stride, her palm coming to my waist where the guys could see. I set my hand over hers, guiding it higher until she was cupping my breast. Her fingers dug in, and I nearly wanted to praise her. She enjoyed putting on a show for them nearly as much as I did, and from our position, they had a clear view of both our sides—a perfect display for whatwas coming.
