Page 76 of Too Far

Savoring his touch, I inhale his citrus and eucalyptus scent. I could stand in his arms for hours. I love that he leans into the contact nowadays—more often than not, I have to pull away first.

Neither of us breaks the hold for a while. Tonight, we’re in no rush.

Our routine has been more or less the same all week. We take our time getting back to the isle, treasuring the quiet, the privacy, the sanctity of darkness and lack of cameras in the marina parking lot.

My heart rate picks up when one of my other guys approaches from behind. I don’t have to see him to sense his presence, and I don’t bother to even unwind my arms from around Kylian’s waist until big hands grip my hips from behind.

“My turn,” Kendrick purrs, pulling me against him so my ass lines up with his crotch.

“Hi, Mama.” He sweeps my hair to one side, exposing my neck so he can kiss and suck and greet me the way only he can.

I’m squirming within seconds.

“K,” I whine. Everything this man does turns me on.

Though we all know now is not the time.

He sighs, acknowledging my concern, but then he kisses me a dozen more times along the neck. The man doesn’t let up until I’m lost to a fit of giggles.

Goose bumps erupt along the right side of my body, leaving me tingling.

“Not fair,” I cry, wrenching around so I can counterattack.

He anticipates the move, though, and scoops me up, hitching me over his shoulder.

“Hey now.” With a chuckle, he spins until I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe.

“Kendrick!”

I pound on his back, but it’s pointless. I’m like a toddler beating her fists into a solid brick wall.

I wiggle and squirm, but it only makes him clamp down harder on the back of my thighs. That is, until I peek up and see Locke watching me.

He’s still settled against the front bumper of K’s Suburban. It takes a moment of closer inspection to realize he’s not just leaned against the hood but slumped.

“Put me down,” I quietly command.

Without argument, Kendrick places me on my feet, then follows my gaze.

“He had a rough day.”

I tilt my head and focus on K again, imploring him to go on.

“Let him tell you,” he encourages. “He needs you tonight.” Cupping my jaw with one hand, he leans in close and murmurs “love you” below my ear, inspiring one last round of shivers.

I make my way over to Nicky, my heart sinking at his defeated posture.

“Can I hug you?”

A sad smile blossoms on his face. “Always.”

Taking care to be gentle, I loop my arms around his waist. He flinches from the slight touch, pulling in a sharp breath as his abs contract.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, hauling me in closer and squeezing me tight.

I relax against him, savoring the rise and fall of his chest and timing my breathing to match his.

We’re in no rush, I remind myself. If this moment is what he needs, then I want to give it to him.