Page 37 of Her Filthy Grump

“With women?”

“Yes, I’ve done poses with women.” He tips the bottle of beer to his lips, and I want to slug him in the mouth.

This was supposed to be about getting Cole and Harbor together. It’s not supposed to be about my best friend forever, and the guy I can’t get out of my thoughts getting all hot and bothered as they pose with whips and chains.

“Fuck, I’ll do it,” Cole growls and stomps off to stand at the patio’s edge.

“Thank you.” Gavin beams from behind the grill as Delaney walks up to him, places her arms around his waist, and rests her face on his back. “That wasn’t so hard, was it.”

“Nope.” Kameron guzzles the rest of the beer and tosses it into the trash.

I’m as ridiculous as Cole. We’ve both been played. Cole can’t stand the thought of Harbor with another man any more than I want to see Kameron slapping a crop over some woman’s ass.

Kameron ambles over to me with a cocky grin. “Jealous?”

“No,” I grind out between gritted teeth.

His face sobers, and his eyes bore into mine. “We need to talk.”

“Now?” My eyes dart to everyone milling around the backyard–no one is paying attention to us.

Yeah, ri-i-ight. Everyone is pretending not to care what we’re doing, but they’re staring out of the corner of their eyes and whispering. God, small towns.

“Let’s go inside.” He nods his head to the backdoor. “I feel like we’re being taped for an episode ofBig Brother.”

“Delaney?”

“Yes?”

“Is it okay if we go into the kitchen for a minute?”

“Of course.” She winks and waves her hand to the door. “Make yourself at home.”

“Not that at home.” Gavin smirks. “I don’t want to find ass prints on my island or used condoms in the trash.” He glares at Kameron. “And you will use a condom.”

My head spins as everyone gawks at us.Lord, I’m going to pass out. This is so fucking embarrassing.

Kameron punches Gavin in the upper arm. “I would never go in without a raincoat.”

Oh, for the love of God.I twist on my heel and march to the door. I don’t want my family to know everything I do, and I sure haven’t agreed to do it. Heat floods from my core to my chest and up to my ears. I fan myself. It’s hot out here.

Kameron grabs the door handle before I can yank it open, which is probably safer for my cousin. I might have ripped the handle off.

“After you.” When his dark eyes meet mine, my heart skips a beat. Holy batshit Robin. He’s looking at me like I’m someone special. Has Mr. Grumpalicious gone soft? I bite my lips to keep from giggling. I’m pretty sure that part of him would not be soft.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kameron

My hands sweat as I shut the door behind us. I’ve spent a week denying it, but I can’t any longer. I don’t know how wise it is to pursue a relationship with Layla. I can’t commit to staying here, but I also can’t deny I have feelings for her. Gavin’s right–we don’t know what tomorrow brings.

Layla leans against the island and licks her lips. My eyes stray to her perfect mouth. Pouty and bow shaped. Ever since our first kiss, I haven’t been able to think of anything else. I want her in my arms. In my bed. Whatever tomorrow brings is tomorrow.

“Did you want to do a photoshoot with Harbor?”

“No.” I shrug. “Not that I wouldn’t. I’ve done shots with beautiful women before and not had a reaction. Not everything leads to erections and sex.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Really?”

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