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I watch him dress, appreciating the play of muscles under his tattooed skin as he pulls on his jeans and t-shirt. When he's fully dressed, he leans over the bed and cups my face in his hands. His mouth descends on mine in a kiss so deep and passionate it curls my toes. His tongue strokes against mine, slow and deliberate, like he's memorizing the taste of me.
"I can't wait for the next time," he whispers against my lips when he finally pulls back. His eyes are dark with promise,making my stomach flutter with anticipation. "Sleep well, beautiful."
"Drive safe," I say, already missing him.
Buck nods at Griff, a silent communication passing between them that I can't quite interpret, before he slips out the door.
Griff's arm tightens around me, pulling me closer against his warm chest.
"You okay?" he asks.
"So much better than okay," I murmur, turning to face him. "Tonight was incredible."
His dimple appears as he smiles down at me. I feel my eyelids growing heavy.
“I think I need to sleep. Are you comfortable? Need anything?”
“Nothing except you,” he responds.
“You’ve got me,” I say as I feel my body surrender to sleep.
Chapter 19
Ford
The spreadsheet in front of me blurs as I try to focus on the numbers. We're gathered around the table—Buck tapping his pen against the wood, Griff drinking his coffee—appearing to be reviewing last quarter's earnings but I’m not so sure. "So, liquor costs are up about eight percent from last year."
"Fucking distributors," Griff mutters, leaning forward to squint at the numbers. "They promised they wouldn't raise prices again after January."
Buck shrugs. "They do whatever they want to. It’s not like we can run this place without liquor. And, I swear to god they’re all in cahoots with each other. May as well call it what it is—a monopoly.”
I'm about to suggest we should look into alternative suppliers when footsteps on the stairs draw our attention. Skye appears, and my mouth goes dry. She's wearing tiny blue running shorts that hug her ass perfectly and a tight white tank top that leaves little to the imagination. Her hair's pulled back in a high ponytail, and she has zero makeup on. She's stunning in that effortless way that makes it impossible to take my eyes off her.
"Hey," she says, a bright smile lighting up her face when she sees us. "Just heading to Jed's to check on Poppy before I go for a run."
Griff's eyes follow her as she grabs a water bottle from behind the bar. "Is he making progress?"
"I hope so. Jed said the new part might be arriving today." She twists the water bottle cap off, taking a long sip that makes her throat work in a way that's inexplicably sexy. "See you all later."
She catches my eye, and something passes between us—a shared memory of the other night, maybe. Her cheeks flush slightly, and she gives me a small, private smile before heading for the door.
We all watch her leave, the door swinging shut behind her. The silence that follows is heavy as we all look at each other with raised eyebrows.
Buck breaks it first with a low whistle. "Christ, those shorts."
"Tell me about it," Griff agrees, rubbing a hand over his beard. "Honestly thought I was going to lose it when she bent over to tie her shoes."
I take a sip of my coffee, trying to re-center. "Alright then, let’s focus on the numbers. Food costs are?—"
"Speaking of focus," Buck interrupts, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin, "I couldn't concentrate for shit earlier. Not after last night."
Griff chuckles. "No kidding. I haven't been fucked like that in years."
My pencil freezes mid-calculation. "Last night?" I ask, trying to sound casual despite the sudden tightness in my chest.
"After we closed up," Buck explains, his eyes gleaming with the memory. "Me, Griff, and Skye. It was... fuck, it was incredible."
A complicated mixture of emotions washes through me—jealousy, curiosity, arousal. I set down my pencil. "The three of you?"
