“You are in a mood today.” I lean down, curling my upper body around his sweat-slicked back. “I fucked you for two hours this morning. Did you not get enough?”
Adam’s eyes flash as he turns his headtoward me. “Never,” he says in a breathless whisper as his gaze falls to my mouth.
His scent is so clean and bright like sun-warmed cotton and a hint of salt. It fills my lungs, and it’s all I can do not to bury my face in the crook of his neck and inhale until I’m drunk on him.
“You know,” he says, his voice deep and sexy, “smelling your delicious chocolatey scent in this heat has me thinking about that thing you do with your tongue.”
I smile against his neck and push my hips into him, making him feel every inch through my jeans. "Well, maybe if you're a good boy, I'll do it again."
"Seriously?" an annoyed voice cuts from across the garage. "Can you two not do that in front of me?"
Perrin straightens from where he's leaning over the open hood of the '72 Chevelle. His cheeks are flushed red as he stares at the engine, refusing to look at us.
Adam turns toward his brother, instantly delighted. "Do what?" His voice lifts, teasing.
“You know what,” Perrin says flatly.
"I really don't," Adam says, all innocence, pushing back into my cock one more time before he steps away from me. "We were just talking."
Perrin finally lifts his gaze, and the expression on his face makes it clear that he’s not in the mood. He and Adam are twins, but the resemblance only really lands if you catch them side by side. They have the same warm brown eyes and same sharp cheekbones. But Perrin's built heavier, softer through the middle, with a quiet presence that contradicts Adam’s wild energy. Perrin's hair is curly and lighter, kept short along the sides with an undercut, the curls on top falling forward across his forehead.
“I really don’t want to watch you two fuck,” Perrin says with an exaggerated groan.
"You didn't seem too bothered being in the same room while I was getting fucked last night," Adam says, clearly wanting to rile his poor brother up, "Or is that because Cliff was balls deep in your?—"
"Stop," Perrin says firmly.
"I was going to say?—"
"I know exactly what you were going to say." Perrin points the wrench at him. “Stop being an ass, or I’ll throw you in the car crusher.”
Adam's grin splits wide, and he looks so damn pleased with himself I almost let it go on longer.
Almost.
"Enough," I say, catching Adam by the back of the neck and squeezing gently. The beta settles immediately, still smiling, but he finally shuts his mouth.
Relieved, Perrin exhales through his nose and drops his attention back to the engine block. The pair rarely bicker, but when they do, it’s usually because Adam’s being a dick.
"The starter motor is done," Raff calls from under the car, before anyone can start it back up again.
The dolly squeaks as he pushes himself out from under the chassis. Then the alpha sits up, plants his boots, and rises in one easy motion. His work shirt hangs open, allowing the dark tattoos covering his chest and arms to catch the fluorescent light as he stretches his back, dark lines shifting over muscle.
"We're gonna have to replace the whole thing." He tosses the shop towel over his shoulder and looks at me.
"No saving it?"
"Not a chance." He rolls his neck once, his alpha scent drifting through the garage as he moves. Sage andsunflowers. It’s an unusual scent for such a big, imposing alpha. "I'll reach out to Colin and see if he can get us the parts."
The office door on the far side of the building swings open, and Odette steps out.
She’s wearing tight, dark-wash jeans and a low-cut, emerald green silk blouse that does absolutely nothing to hide her curves. Odette is the kind of woman who likes to show off her assets, and at her age, she’s earned the right.
“Alright, boys. I’m out.” The she-alpha shuts the door behind her, then adjusts her designer purse on her shoulder. Her hair is a striking pixie cut of pure white, silver that gleams under the fluorescent lights, styled with a deliberate, artful messiness. She looks amazing. Not“good for her age”. Just good, full stop.
"Night, Mama O," Adam calls, grinning over his shoulder at her.
"Goodnight," Perrin’s already crossing toward her.
