“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I just remembered telling Luke he had a magical dick, when my brain was all scrambled after the sex.” I buried my face in my hands.

“Liv, that’s hilarious.” Avery snorted with laughter.

“Don’t you dare say anything to anyone about this.” I tried to keep a stern expression on my face, but my mouth kept threatening to break into a smile. “Now, can we please change the subject before I drive myself crazy analysing mine and Luke’s interactions?”

I glanced over at the men, indicating my head towards the one I didn’t know. Tall, well-built, covered in tattoos, he was a peculiar but compelling combination of brooding mystery and boy next door, all wrapped up in one obscenely hot package.

Interesting.

“Who’s the other guy? He looks familiar. Is he a rugby player, too?”

Avery nodded.

“Yep, that’s Jake Savage. He’s Alex’s teammate. The gossip columns call him rugby’s bad boy,” she said in a low voice.

“Bad boy, huh?” I mused. “He does have something dangerous about him. I can’t put my finger on what, exactly.”

“I don’t believe everything I read, but I know he’s been in trouble,” Avery confided. “There have been rumours about his family—involvement with some shady people. Ethan’s mentioned a few incidents…” Her voice trailed off as the men came jogging towards us.

Luke threw himself down on the grass next to me, breathing heavily, lying back and staring up at the sky.

“I need a bloody drink.” He groaned, reaching out his arm to snag his water. Leaning up on one elbow, he chugged half the bottle in one go and poured the rest over his head. My eyes followed a droplet of water that trailed down his hard torso, over his pecs, running down the lines of his abs.

I licked my lips and sighed under my breath.

Luke’s eyes darkened as he followed my gaze.

“See something you like?” he asked, his voice a throaty caress.

I want to lick you.

Luke eyed me in amusement.

Shit, I think I might have said that aloud.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Uh-huh.” He smirked, looking far too pleased with himself. “I’m happy to oblige, anytime.”

“Stop that.” I laughed, flustered, poking him in the chest. He grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of him, then rolled us over so he was pinning me to the ground with his body weight.

“Ugh! Luke, get off me,” I cried. “You’re all sweaty, and you’re crushing me.” He shifted a little so I could breathe and stared down at me. His wet hair was falling into his eyes, and I reached a hand up to smooth it away from his face. My stomach flipped at the tender look in his gaze.

“Liv.” He spoke softly, leaning his head down towards me.

“Seriously, you guys, this is a public place,” Avery hissed.

“Right,” Luke muttered, rolling off me and collapsing onto his stomach, resting his chin on his arms. He screwed up his eyes, squinting against the bright sun.

I cast around for a change of subject to cover my embarrassment.

“Time for introductions.” Climbing up onto my knees, I shuffled over to Jake, holding out a hand for him to shake. “Hi, I’m Olivia.”

He ignored my hand, his mouth set in a flat line. “Jake.”

“Jake. Be nice.” Alex’s tone was a warning.

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