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“Jewls is the designated driver.”
“We’re definitely fucking under the stars.”
He brushes his lips over mine, carrying me to the bathroom vanity, and grabbing a washcloth. Gently, he wipes the inside of my thighs and swipes it over my center. “Tonight, whatever you girls get up to, you’ll be full of me.”
“That’s incredibly barbaric.”
“Barbaric would mean me locking my door and keeping you handcuffed to me while I spend the night between your legs.”
“Is there Viking in your ancestry?”
“You saying I’m a Beastly God?”
“Close.” I grin, locking my hands around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
His phone chimes with a ding that has his body going rock solid. “Be back.”
I hop down, catching my reflection, and my eyes bug out. It’s not the pink scratches covering my chest. There’s a perfect bite mark at the base of my neck.
“Ford!” I stomp into the bedroom to find him still shirtless but with jeans slung low on his hips, typing on his phone. Even though it hasn’t been five minutes, my stomach flutters and breath hitches with the familiar desire.
Maybe I’m obsessed myself.
“Look what you did to me.”
He glances up, his face hard as stone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Got an issue at work.” His scowl is replaced with a smug grin. “Wondered how long it would take for you to see it.”
“You can at least pretend to be apologetic.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Did you do this on purpose?”
His silence is my answer.
“How do I explain?”
“I think it speaks for itself.”
Stories from Jewls and Harley flood my mind. I always thought they were exaggerating about Ace and Major’s antics. Secretly, it filled me with jealousy because it was oddly romantic.
Now I’m living in their shoes.
“Preposterous.” I dig a new lingerie set out of the dresser and go back to the closet. Luckily, my dress and shoes are a simple choice, but finding a necklace clunky enough to cover my neck may be a problem. Of course, Ford chose tonight to leave a visible mark. Harley, Jewls, and Shayla are bad enough, but Carson and Addie?
“Looking for something?”
I don’t turn at his question, combing through my jewelry bag.
Ford brushes my hair to the side, his lips trailing across my shoulder. Goosebumps pop at his touch and I curse myself for being so apparent.
“This may work.”
A flash of silver crosses my vision before cool metal meets my skin. “Saw this last week and knew it was perfect. Congratulations, Rowan. Proud of you.”
