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Annabelle reverses the direction of the game and Ethan flicks down a card–which turns out to be a draw two–and Emrys grunts and reaches for his beer without hesitation. As he takes a long pull, Kat's gaze follows the flex of his tattooed forearms appreciatively.
As Wyatt takes his next turn, Kat bites her lip, gaze fixed on his dexterous hands. When he catches her staring, one corner of his mouth quirks up subtly. I trail my fingertips up Kat's thigh, just barely grazing the inside seam of her shorts. Her breath hitches audibly and she suppresses a visible shiver, eyes stormy.
There you go. The focus is back on me.
As the game continues Kat remains distracted between my touch and Wyatts, and Emrys takes the seat on my left, inching closer and closer, until we’re packed close together. When he reaches out to trail a calloused finger down her knee, I’m hard pressed to bite back a territorial growl. But Kat arches subtly into his touch, gripping my thigh for balance. Which just so happens to grind her ass directly over the hardness I’ve been trying my best to hide from her, and all frustration flees as I bite back the groan that wants to surface.
The woman is an enchantress, drawing us all helplessly into her orbit.
Kat’s breaths come faster, cheeks flushing ever more pink between sips of her fruity cocktail. Her lovely eyes can’t seem to settle on any of us for long before being distracted again. Though she tries to tamp it down, each time hands brush her body, a visible shiver of desire runs through her.
It doesn’t take long before Annabelle and Ethan are also making eyes at each other, their touches lingering and straying just a little too far, and Kat finally has enough. “Alright, that’s it. We better go before all three of you have a case of PTSD from being around them when they get like this.” She hooks a thumb at her giggling sister and soon to be brother in law, and shoots to her feet.
“But, Kiiiiity! What about Monopoly?” Annabelle pulls away from Ethan just enough to whine at Kat, but then she’s right back to nuzzling in his neck like she said nothing at all.
“Next time, hornball.” Kat salutes Ethan, since he seems to be the only one watching our retreat as we pile into the elevator together.
With the suite doors sliding shut, the energy shifts palpably between us four. Kat smooths non-existent wrinkles from her shirt, cheeks still endearingly flushed. "Well, that was...fun," she says a bit breathlessly into the charged silence.
"Oh, the night's just getting started, darlin'," I murmur low in her ear as the elevator descends. Her breath hitches, and she pointedly avoids meeting any of our heated gazes.
The confined space forces us to press close together. I slide my palm along Kat's lower back, stepping into her frame from behind and relishing her subtle shiver. On her other side, Wyatt's arm brushes hers temptingly. Meanwhile Emrys cages her in on her other side, his massive frame dominating the small area.
Kat worries that plump bottom lip between her teeth, seemingly torn. I can't blame her for hesitating–after all, it’s not every day a woman has three men vying for her attention all at once. I ache to pull that lip between my own teeth, to swallow those breathy little sounds I just know she'll make. Judging by the unrestrained hunger in Wyatt's and Emrys' eyes, they're picturing the same thing.
The elevator dings our arrival at the ground floor and as we step out and make our way to the separate elevator that will take us up to our private tower suite, the air is charged with simmering anticipation.
This is so much better than playing pretend.
As the elevator rises, I catch Wyatt's gaze on her too. He's usually so restrained, but even Mr. Prim and Proper can't disguise his hunger now. And Emrys, the silent brute–looks like he’s ready to devour our girl whole.
Part of me burns at the thought of them having a piece of the woman I’ve fixed my eye on. But another part–the part that lives for adventure–is intrigued by the possibilities.
And I’m always down for a little fun.
Her eyes meet mine, a question swirling in their turquoise depths. My own dare her to take the leap, to stop overthinking and just feel. Let the recklessness in her soul run free, if only for tonight.
The elevator dings our arrival.
The only rule now is no rules at all.
Chapter 20
My gaze lingers on Kathryn as we step into the elevator, desire and trepidation warring within me. Her cheeks are still endearingly flushed from the cozy game night, turquoise eyes glinting with warmth and humor. She's relaxed in a way I haven't seen before, her edges softened by fruity cocktails and fun. I yearn to pull her into my arms, to run my hands along all those tempting curves barely hidden beneath tiny shorts and flimsy fabric.
My usual restraint threatens to unravel completely in her presence.
It would be a lie to claim her obvious attraction simmering between the other two doesn't raise my hackles. The thought of anyone else touching her is...unpleasant, to put it mildly.
Which is a struggle to admit to even myself.
Yet…she’s so tempting.
The elevator doors slide open and the possibilities stretch out before us. I catch Wilder's gaze, seeing the dare in it. Emrys shifts closer to Kathryn and her eyes meet mine, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to…loosen my collar for a night. To let my ever-present restraint have a night off.
Chapter 21
