"Greedy," I accuse.
"When it comes to you? Absolutely."
Grayson is last. He backs me against the door, one hand bracing beside my head, the other sliding into my hair. "Open for me," he commands, and I do without thinking.
His kiss is devastating. Possessive. He kisses me like he's claiming me, like he's reminding me exactly what his mouth can do. His tongue slides against mine in a rhythm that promises other things, makes me think of yesterday, of his mouth between my thighs. When he finally pulls back, I'm shaking.
"Sweet dreams," he says, but there's nothing sweet about the hunger in his eyes. "And Bea? Next time, I'm not stopping at just my tongue."
The promise in his words makes me clench.
I watch them walk back to the truck, all three turning to wave. I wave back, then slip inside and lean against the door, trying to catch my breath.
"So?" Mom's voice drifts from the kitchen. "How was dinner?"
I find all four of them waiting, trying to look casual and failing.
"It was..." I search for the right word. "Intense. Really, really intense."
"Good intense?" Papa asks.
"Yeah." I can't stop smiling. "Really good intense."
"You're glowing," Mom observes.
"I'm probably flushed from wine," I lie.
"Sure," Ben says, way too knowing. "Wine. That's definitely what that is."
I flip him off and head for the stairs.
"Love you, Bea-bee!" they call after me.
"Love you too," I call back, already climbing.
In my room, I change into pajamas and crawl into bed. My phone buzzes.
Group chat: The Pack
River:Tonight was perfect. Can't wait for our woodworking date.
Seth:Thank you for being brave enough to try this with us. I know it's scary. It's scary for me too.
Grayson:Next time, wear a skirt. Easier access.
I stare at that last message, heat flooding through me.
Me:You're impossible.
Grayson:You love it.
Me:Goodnight. All of you. Tonight was... yeah. It was really good.
River:Sweet dreams, beautiful.
Seth:Sleep well.
Grayson:Dream about me. That's an order.
