Silver mystery girl sets her handbag down on the marble entry table, and I try not to smirk as she admires the modern art, the pristine expensive-looking furniture, and colorful rugs in the living room.
“Andwhoexactly are you?” the other mystery girl asks, looking around with her arms crossed. She quirks a dark brow at me before pursing her lips.
“Drinks?” Max calls out from the living room.
We all follow him into the room off to the right of the foyer, and I study the silver mystery girl as her eyes skirt over the old-style swords hung up above the fireplace and the ornate, gilded art.
She swings around and looks at Lachlan. “Do you live here, too?”
He shakes his head. “I fucking wish. But no, I just met Max and Otto tonight.”
I wink at him when he looks at me with a dark, moody expression before turning away. He’s so broody, and if it weren’t for the silver minx in our presence, I might be interested in figuring out exactly how wound up he is. Then again, Max made me promise I wouldn’t come onto the other Lords, which is no fucking fun at all.
Max pours everyone some wine, saving the silver minx for last.
“How presumptuous of you,” she tells him, eyes boring into his.
A spark of heat flares through me at the thought of watching the mystery girl with my brother.
“I wagered a guess,” he murmurs. “Was I wrong to assume?”
She takes a sip and nods once. “You got lucky this time.”
“Is that a threat?” he teases.
I snap my fingers and music begins to play instantly, breaking up the tension. “We’re here to dance and have fun.Notto argue.”
Max claps and the lights dim. “There.”
“Where’s Quinn?” mystery girl asks, platinum hair cascading down her back as she looks at me over her shoulder.
Max smirks as he sits down on one of the couches. “She’s in the kitchen admiring the stand mixer with her date. I invited them to join our activities, but they declined. I believe they’re now… preoccupied.”
Silver minx quickly finishes her wine a few seconds later and hands the glass to Lachlan. “Thank you for the drink. I should probably grab Quinn and head back home now.”
“Stay. For a little bit,” I add, giving her a flirtatious smile. I know I shouldn’t be a cocky arsehole, but I have yet to be turned down when utilizing this smile.
Her expression oscillates between caution and intrigue, and when I cock my head to the side and smile wider, I can see the fight leave her body.
“I suppose I could stay for one more–”
I’m already stepping forward and leaning down to kiss her before she can finish her sentence.
Everything erupts in a maelstrom of fire and ice–nerves skirting the surface of my skin as my hands wrap around her waist. When she moans, I grin against her lips as my tongue pries her mouth open. She feels so fucking good in my arms–and she smells like heaven.
I need this.
Weallneed this–at least, Max, Lachlan, and I do.
“Stay,” I repeat once I pull away a couple of inches.
“Why?” she asks, fisting my shirt and pulling me closer. The move makes me chuckle. She wants this just as bad as we do, so I give her a taste of what she could have when I angle my pelvis into her stomach.
She gasps at my hardening cock. Her pupils bloom black, so I lean down to kiss her again. Her little hands come under my shirt, the feel of them hot on my skin, and she tastes like red wine. I kiss her harder and one of my hands moves to the back of her head, grabbing her hair and pulling slightly. Moaning, her mouth drops open just as my mouth trails little kisses along her exposed neck and collarbone.
“Because you want this just as much as we do.”
We.
