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“You hate wine.”

“But you don’t.”

Fuck, I watched the three of them get closer and closer and couldn’t help but pipe up.

“Me, I’ll stay here with Bronson, make sure he’s OK. Have dinner and work out a plan, then let me know what I need to do.”

Katie’s eyes met mine, and now they were a lot softer. She smiled and pulled away slowly, pressing a kiss to my lips. I could barely feel my face right then, my mouth tingling long after she pulled away.

“I can’t tonight,” she said. “Mandie and some of her friends have a thing on and I said I’d be there for it.”

“Tomorrow night.” I blurted that out, not knowing what the other’s schedule looked like. “We could take you out to dinner somewhere nice.” I looked down at Bronson. “Somewhere dog friendly. Is there a place that’s black tie and lets dogs into the venue?”

“Doesn’t need to be black tie,” she said with a giggle, then got to her feet after giving Bronson one last pat. “But yeah, that would be nice. Text me with the details.”

We all rose then, even Bronson. He pressed into her leg, her hand stroking his head as the others swooped in. Rhett turned her lips his way, claiming them real aggressively for a guy who’d just got his rocks off with the girl of his dreams. Garrett was much slower, more considered, and me? I just hovered there like an idiot.

“I’ll organise it,” I told Katie. “I’ll book a table, let you know when, and come and pick you up. I’ll?—”

“Rhys.” She didn’t know what it did to me to feel her arms go around my neck. My fingers flexed, then I wrapped them around her waist. “That would be amazing.” Our kiss was far sweeter, and I was more than OK with it. My eyes remained closed even as she pulled away, my mouth wanting more, more. Instead, she laughed and stepped away. “Just keep an eye on Bronson. He can be really easily overwhelmed. I wouldn’t leave him in the backyard unattended, not until we’ve worked out how things are going to go with the other dog. He’s made so much amazing progress, haven’t you, boy?” The dog wagged his tail furiously. “We don’t want him to take a step backwards.”

“You got it.” Bronson seemed to have forgiven me, following me out as Garrett walked her to his car. “We’ll work out a way to handle this, won’t we, boy?” I said as they drove off. He gave me a big doggie smile, right before eyeing the next door neighbour’s house.

Chapter42

Katie

“That’s the spot.”

I was walking across the pavement towards the swanky night market when I heard Rhett’s voice. It was like his mouth was still just by my ear, his arms around me, not me standing on the footpath. I glanced around me, sure someone else could hear the filthy words in my head, but all I saw were pretty people streaming towards the gates. My hands smoothed down my dress and then I started forward again.

“He’s hitting you right where you need it.”My cheeks flushed bright red. I kept my eyes on the ground, trying to focus on the pretty shoes I’d put on, not this memory.“But he’s not giving you enough.”Bloody hell, that was the killer. It was like Rhett saw deep inside me and discovered my inner size queen. That stretch…“Give her another finger.”

“Another?”

I stopped still, my hands shaking, my legs still feeling all wobbly. Part of me was still there, riding the high of three orgasms, or was it four? Right as I was congratulating myself, a couple shot me a dark look, because I’d obviously stopped dead in front of them. They walked around me and towards the entrance, reminding me I needed to do the same. I saw Mandie in the distance, giving Gwen a hug, obviously having just arrived, and made a beeline for them.

Only to see the sight of Bronson pelting up the hall and under Garrett’s bed replay in my head. Some irrational part of me felt like his pain was the price I had to pay for all that pleasure. It was easier to feel guilty, to feel mad at Rhys and his thoughtlessness, than to just sit with what happened. With no input from them, new people had moved in next door and brought an aggressive dog.

And I’d had my first threesome.

I fought back a smirk as my sister looked up and caught sight of me. She smiled at first, then her eyes narrowed, and I caught the moment when she sucked in a breath. As soon as I got within reach, I slapped a hand over her mouth, much to the shock of people standing around us, waiting to get into the market.

“Don’t you dare say a word.”

I’m not sure when our relationship got so co-dependent that she could tell when I got laid, but the look in Mandie’s eyes made clear she knew. Her muffled sounds, her frantic attempt to claw my hand away was then replaced by the unmistakably disgusting feel of her licking my hand.

“Ew! Why the hell would you do that?” I asked, rubbing my palm on my dress.

“Not sure why you’re getting all squicky.” Her hands went to her hips. “Hopefully this is not the first time you’ve been licked today.”

That had Gwen and Natasha turning my way, a curious gleam in their eyes, along with some of the other people milling around, waiting to be admitted.

“Can you—?” I started to say.

“Was it the murse or the firefighter?” Mandie’s grin grew wider. “Or the murseandthe firefighter.”

“Shut, and I say this with all love?—”

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