"But tonight," Gabriel continues, his hand sliding from the fence to rest possessively on my hip, "none of us wants to walk away."
Colt grins, wicked and hungry. "Tonight, we want you all to ourselves. All of us."
The words hang in the air between us, loaded with promise and heat and possibility that makes my whole body clench with need.
"I want that too." I manage to whisper.
"Fuck," Colt breathes, running a hand through his hair. "In that case, we need to get out of here before I do something that'll give this whole town something to talk about."
"Where?" Beau asks, his practical mind already moving to logistics.
"My place," Gabriel says.
"Your place?" Colt raises an eyebrow.
"My place," Gabriel confirms, stopping beside me. His hand settles at the small of my back, warm and possessive. "Private, secluded, no interruptions."
Colt grins, the expression wicked and full of promise. "Ten minutes to Gabriel's place. Think you can wait ten minutes, shortie?"
The challenge in his voice makes my pulse jump. "Can you?"
"Hell no." His grin turns predatory. "Guess we'd betterhurry."
The parking area suddenly feels charged with electricity, like the air before a Montana thunderstorm.
Three men, one woman, and a promise that's about to change everything.
34
Gabriel
The front door of my house slams shut behind us with a finality that sends electricity crackling through the air. Lucy's back hits the wood, her chest heaving, eyes wild with hunger and something deeper.
Pure, desperate need. The same savage want that I’m feeling.
Colt moves first, always the one to break. His hands frame her face roughly, thumbs digging into her flushed cheeks as he crashes his mouth against hers. No gentle exploration. Just claiming, devouring, taking. She melts into him with a moan that goes straight to my cock, her body arching like she's been starving for his touch.
"Fuck," Beau growls behind me, and I can hear the barely leashed control in his voice.
I should stop this. Every rational part of my brain screams that this goes against everything I thought I knew about possession, about control.
But watching Colt's hands tangle roughly in her hair, seeing the way Lucy grinds against him like she's desperate for friction, something sensual spreads through my body.
"Gabe." Lucy's voice cuts through my internal war, breathless and desperate. Colt has moved to her throat, teeth scraping her pulse point hard enough to leave marks, and her dark eyes find mine across the space between us. "Please. I need you."
That broken plea shatters what's left of my control.
I close the distance in two long strides, my hands settling on her waist as Colt pulls back with a wicked grin. The heat of her skin burns through the thin fabric of her shirt, and I can feel her trembling with want.
"You sure about this, trouble?" The nickname rolls off my tongue, rough and possessive.
Lucy's hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer. "Stop talking," she whispers against my lips. "Touch me. All of you. Please."
I don't need to be told twice.
My mouth crashes against hers, swallowing her gasp as I lift her, pressing her harder against the door. She tastes like whiskey and sin, her tongue dancing with mine in a rhythm that makes my head spin. Her legs wrap around my waist, the heat of her core pressing against my cock, and I groan into her mouth.
Hands appear at my shoulders. Beau and Colt, both of them close enough that I can feel their body heat, their own desire radiating like a furnace.
