They really don’t care that I’m not their scent match.
“You’re thinking too hard, kitten.”
I blink, turning my attention to Alexander and offering him a soft smile. “I like to overthink things, you know that.”
“As long as you’re not overthinking yourself into running away from us again.” He’s so serious as he stares at me.
“No. Nothing like that. I’m done running, I promise.”
He nods once as Mason pulls into the driveway. “You better be.”
We all climb out and head for the door, Mason pausing before unlocking it. “Everyone change into something comfortable. We’ll meet in the theater room and turn on a movie or something.”
“Popcorn?” I ask, perking up.
Mason chuckles. “Yeah, I’ll make some popcorn.”
I clap my hands in excitement as the four of them laugh at me.
Whatever. They can laugh all they want. Popcorn is one of my favorite foods.
As soon as the door is unlocked, I duck under Mason’s arm and hurry up the stairs with a laughing Crew on my heels. I divefor the dresser, but Crew grabs me and spins me around to face him. His lips descend on mine, and my mouth falls open for him instinctively. Our tongues move together as he hauls me more firmly against him, and a moan slips out.
“Crew, we’re supposed to be changing—not making out.” His kiss has left me breathless as I stare up at him.
He grins. “I just wanted to make sure we both smelled good when we went downstairs.”
I slam my hand into his stomach as he ducks away, letting out a small oof before laughing. “Asshole.”
“Maybe, but you still love me.”
“Debatable.” Rolling my eyes, I throw open my pajama drawer. Looking through the options, I’m not sure what to wear. Half of them are ridiculous, and I want to look good.
Sure, we’re at home and everyone is supposed to be getting comfortable, but I feel like my yellow duckie PJs don’t exactly scream sexy.
“Wear the silk PJs I got you for Christmas.” I jump at the sound of Crew’s voice, spinning around to find him standing just behind me.
“You don’t usually move that quietly.”
He snorts. “And you usually don’t stare at your PJs as if they hold the answer to every known question.” Reaching around me, he plucks out the pink silky tank top and short set.
I take them from him but hesitate to change into them. “They’re kind of see-through.”
“Why do you think I picked them?” He laughs when my jaw drops. “They’re not actually see-through, Kiki. You just can’t hide how turned on you are in them.”
I flush. “And that’s a good thing?”
He nods. “If the night goes the way I want it to? Yes.”
I bite my lip, watching him. “Are you planning to sleep with them tonight?”
“Fuck no. I plan to have sex with you tonight, but that doesn’t mean we can’t put on a show for them, right?”
Heat rushes through me at that idea. My panties dampen, and I know I should be embarrassed, but I like the idea of the three of them watching me and Crew.
“Oh, does that turn you on, Kiara?” Crew sing-songs, reaching behind me to lower the zipper of my dress. “Then I’m definitely going to make sure that happens. Fuck, I wish we were mated so I could smell you right now.”
I remain silent as he helps me take off the dress, allowing it to spill onto the floor. He reaches behind me once more to unhook my bra and pulls it off, leaving me in nothing but my panties.