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Rhett nodded and checked Jude’s seatbelt next.
“I’m fine,” Jude muttered, pushing Rhett’s hands away with a scoff.
“Don’t test my patience, beta,” Rhett retorted, an edge to his voice.
I gulped, but Jude grinned and leaned forward. “Or what, alpha?”
Rhett let out a growl that made my stomach flutter, his gray eyes flinty. “As soon as you’re healed, I fully intend to show you.”
Jude’s eyes glittered as he licked his lips. “Can’t wait.”
I watched them with wide eyes, feeling heat crawl across my cheeks as I pressed my thighs together. The look they exchanged was pure sex and want, and I wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed or turned on.
On my right, Kellan chuckled and leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “See something you like, sugar?”
I jerked my head around, my nose bumping his as I sucked in a lungful of air. “What?” My voice came out as a squeak.
Kellan chuckled, the sound throaty and rough. He kissed the tip of my nose before pulling back. “Fuck, you’re going to be fun to corrupt.”
I frowned, not sure how to respond and was glad when Kellan smiled softly and pulled me closer into his side. I peered around the wall of his chest to watch the scenery of the city roll by.
“Where are we?” I asked, suddenly realizing I had no clue other than Montana.
“Billings,” Rhett replied, tapping something on his phone. “We have a compound a few miles outside of the city limits.”
“Compound?” I echoed.
Jude rolled his eyes. “Rhett’s fancy-ass word for house.”
Almost forty minutes later, Crew pulled into a long drive that led up to an ornate black, wrought iron gate. Either side was flanked by a brick wall that had to be ten feet tall. In the distance, I could make out the pitched roof of a house.
Crew stopped beside a keypad and rolled down the window to punch in a code. The gates swung open, welcoming us into a tree-lined drive.
“You live here?” I asked in hushed awe as the drive opened up to reveal a massive home that looked like it came straight out of a fairytale.
The rustic wooden planks and multiple balconies and porches were a stunning shade of warm pine. The midday sun shone high overhead, and I almost wished it was winter. This place probably looked amazing under a thick blanket of snow.
Crew pulled the SUV into a six-bay garage, and as he killed the engine, I spotted a motorcycle, a lifted jeep, a shiny black sports car, and a familiar classic red muscle car.
Rhett got out first, but turned to help me jump down. I stepped aside to let Jude and Kellan get out as Crew came around the front.
“Let me guess,” I started, pointing at the motorcycle. “Kellan?”
Kellan grinned, the dimple in his right cheek appearing.
I moved my finger to the sports car. “Rhett.”
Another nod.
“Jude?” I guessed the Jeep was his. He grinned at me as he leaned against Rhett.
The last car… I couldn’t stop myself from walking toward it and laying my hand flat against the cherry red gloss. “You still have it.”
I’d seen the ’69 Dodge Charger when Crew had first brought it home, parts of it rusted out, the hood a garish shade of blue and the body white under layers of dust and dirt.
Crew had spent hours in high school restoring that car with one of his dads. Growing up, I would watch him working on it from my bedroom window. And that was when I’d started crushing hardcore on Crew Dutton.
The first time he’d yanked off his shirt, his washboard abs glistening under a sheen of sweat and the muscles of his biceps bulging as he leaned over the engine, I’d felt my ovaries explode. Fantasizing about the boy next door was the first time I’d felt any sort of sexual awakening. I remembered how confused I’d been at the strange throb between my legs, an ache that seemed a smidge better when I pressed my thighs together.
