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“I’ll carry you,” he whispers. “It’ll be quicker.”

Scout tries to worm his way between us. Rowdy softly groans and I stifle a giggle.

“He wants to come too,” I say as I pull back. “He might bark if we leave him.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Scout takes that as his cue to leave and wriggles past us through the window. I tighten my hold around Rowdy as he pulls me out. Once in the cold outside, I wrap my legs around his waist. He keeps one hand on my lower back and uses the other to close the window. Then we hustle through the dark toward the RV. Wild is asleep and breathes softly. We’re quiet as we sneak inside.

“Let’s take all this crap off,” Rowdy grumbles as he sets me to my feet. “Scout, stay on your side.”

I hear Scout hop onto the bed as we shuck off our coats and boots. I’m still wearing the sweatpants and hoodie I borrowed from Wild’s dresser, so I’m nice and cozy. As I crawl onto the bed, I hear Rowdy’s belt buckle jangle. A ripple of desire courses through me. Is he taking off his jeans?

Scout noisily licks himself until I nudge him to stop. I slip under the covers, curl up on my side, and wait for Rowdy to join me. The bed sinks down with his weight, and then his large, warm body is sliding under the covers with me.

He’s just comforting.

That’s all this is.

He scoots behind me, contorting his body to mold to the back of mine, and nuzzles my hair with his nose. “I love how you smell.”

His words make me smile and a shiver tickles down my spine.

“Cold?” he rumbles. “I’ll warm you up.”

My entire body is burning, so I’m definitely not cold, but I nod so he’ll keep his body plastered to mine.

“He gave you a hickey.” His words are so soft I almost miss them. “I saw it earlier.”

“A what?”

“A bruise. From sucking on your neck. Evan gave me one a time or two.”

I remember Weston sucking on my neck and feeling slightly grossed out by it. “Are you mad?”

“Yeah.”

“At me?”

“Fuck no.”

My chest heats. “I didn’t like it when he did it.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”It wasn’t you.

“I wish I could erase it,” he says, his big hand coming to rest on my hip.

“I wish you could erase it too.”

His cock, which is pressed against my ass, jerks at my words. “I could.”

“How?”

“I could mark over it.”

My core throbs and my skin heats. “With your mouth?”