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This was one that kept getting under my skin.
A laugh that kept coming from Emery.
Emery who’d sunk right in with Charleigh and Raven.
The three of them sat around a metal table on the far side of the porch sharing a pitcher of margaritas. Emery had been interacting with them as if she’d been a part of them all along.
My stomach fisted.
I couldn’t look away.
My gaze stuck on the woman who was wearing those fucking white shorts that were liable to drive me straight out of my mind. Red fitted tank that hugged her delicate curves and set my mouth watering.
Not that I couldn’t feel her misgivings. The way she was trying to guard herself. To keep herself separated from who we were because she was clearly terrified of getting too close.
Still buckled up in that armor I was pretty sure she thought was required for her survival.
But it kept slipping.
Jolts of surprised laughter ripping free from her while Raven and Charleigh would crack up at whatever story they were getting up to.
“Told you.” Theo’s laugh was filled with suggestion as his attention jumped between Otto and River.
“What?” Should have known the inquisition was coming. Might as well be done with it.
“Those hearts that are currently buggin’ out of your eyes.”
“Fuck you, man,” I told Theo the way I normally would.
Casual and easy.
Pinning on a wayward grin.
Doubted it cut it.
Not with the way my guts were knotted. Twined in bolts of lust I couldn’t tamp down no matter how hard I tried. My cock twitched every time any noise got free of that lush, sexy mouth, extra keen whenever she shifted in that chair, drawing attention to those bare, smooth legs.
The woman was pure, utter temptation.
“Heart eyes, and he’s drooling, too,” Otto taunted.
“Drooling?” I cocked my head.
Emery giggled and leaned over, and that fall of shiny blonde swished around her shoulders.
The smallest swath of flesh was exposed at the center of her back.
Okay, I was totally drooling, and I was about five seconds from just owning it and stalking over to Emery so I could tell her all the ways I wanted toownher.
In precise detail.
A cataclysm of fantasies rolling through my brain.
Every delicious way I would have her.
Too bad the last was an image of the two of us sweaty and sated where we were snuggled up naked in the middle of my bed.
“Dude’s fucked,” River grunted with a laugh.