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Holy fucking hell.

I suck in an audible breath as I take in her made up face. Her eyes are encased in dark eyeshadow that accentuates the blue, making them almost glow. I thought they were captivating before, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of them now.

She takes measured steps towards me, her cheeks lifting with a sly grin and my eyes are drawn down to her lips. Sinful red lipstick to match her boots coat them and I swallow thickly as my dick stands at attention. My brothers move to meet them, but I stay rooted to the spot, my eyes trained in on her as she sashays towards me.

Something flutters in my chest as she nears. Her coconut smell mixed with a hint of tequila hits me first as she comes to a stop in front of me.

“This is supposed to be girls’ night,” she says, her eyes raking over me hungrily.

“Wasn’t my idea,” I respond, my voice full of gravel.

“And here I thought you were here to see me,” Liv tuts as she spins on her heel and struts back towards the others. My eyes fall to her ass as she goes, and I run a hand over my face with a quiet groan.

The entire interaction reminds me of the day Hunter met Savannah in this very bar and a disturbing realisation strikes me.

I’ve officially become my brother.

CHAPTER 32

OLIVIA

Shortly after the men rudely interrupted our girls’ night, Savannah conveniently became tired and decided to go home early. Although, I have a sneaking suspicion that her early departure had nothing to do with being tired and everything to do with the cowboy whispering dirty words in her ear and making her blush like a teenage girl.

So, now it’s just the six of us and our night has gone from fun to awkward real quick. Killian looks like his jaw is about to snap every time he looks in Daisy’s direction while she does everything in her power to avoid looking at him at all. Bella and Noah are still fighting, so every time he attempts to talk to her, she changes the subject, talking over him as if she never heard him speak at all. And I’m actively trying to think of an excuse to get the hell out of here, so I don’t have to spend another second in tense silence.

I can feel Graysons eyes on me, much like they have been since the moment he arrived, and it makes me squirm. I had seen the hunger in his gaze as soon as I approached him and I’ve been trying to ignore the pulsingneed in my core, but as soon as his hand lands on my thigh under the table, I can’t take it any longer.

I turn my head to look at him, noting the tiny smirk on his lips and whisper, “get me out of here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, standing abruptly and tossing some dollar bills on the table.

“Do you girls’ need a ride home?” he asks Daisy and Bella, and I almost stomp my foot right there. I love them to death, and I feel guilty for leaving them in this awkward situation but if I don’t get this man alone soon, I may combust.

I give them a pleading look that Bella quickly picks up on and she narrows her eyes at me in a ‘you owe me’ glare before replying, “we’re fine.”

“See you at home,” I say, followed by a mouthed, “thank you,” before turning on my heel and walking towards the exit.

The cool night air does nothing to dull the heat building inside of me as I hightail it to the dark truck parked at the back of the parking lot. I can hear the crunch of gravel under Graysons boots as he gains on me from behind and the hairs on the back of my neck rise in anticipation.

I’ve just reached the passenger door when he grips my wrist and spins me to face him. His eyes blaze with fire as he cups my face, running a thumb along my bottom lip. “This fucking lipstick,” he growls, grinding his hard length against me and showing me exactly what it does to him.

I smirk. “You like it?”

“I’d like it more smeared all over my cock,” he rasps, and my breath hitches as ideas begin to form in my mind. He must see the intention in my eyes because he gives one firm shake of his head. “Get in the truck.”

My face drops with disappointment, but I do as he says and climb into the truck. He closes the door and rounds the front before climbing in the drivers side and tearing out of the car park.

We drive in charged silence as Grayson navigates the dark roads, and I’m so wound up that it takes longer than it should to realise that we’ve come off the road completely and are surrounded by thick trees. The ground beneath us is bumpy and I sit up straighter as a clearing opens up in front of us, the headlights of the truck illuminating a row of wooden benches.

He kills the engine, blanketing us in complete darkness and I open my mouth to ask where we are, but Grayson unbuckles my seatbelt and pulls me towards him unexpectedly. I let out a small gasp that is quickly cut off as his lips crash against mine.

His tongue thrusts inside my mouth and I welcome it. He tastes of beer mixed with a little mint and that combined with the smell of his aftershave drives me wild. His hands grip my hips as I climb across the centre console and into his lap. He wraps one hang around the back of my neck, keeping his lips locked on mine in a fierce kiss as he pushes his hardening cock up into me.

I grind my hips back and forth against him, searching for the friction I so desperately need, but with two layers of denim between us its not enough. I need more.

I let out a sound of frustration and Grayson pulls back breathless. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

“I need you to touch me, Gray,” I half whimper, half moan.

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