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“Woman, do I have to remind you you’re here with me this weekend?” Connor chuckled as he wrapped a brawny arm around her shoulders.
If Drew remembered correctly, Connor and Josh shared their female conquests and sometimes at the same time. Was she one of their little playthings?
Connor pressed his lips to her forehead. “Drew, this little minx is Kari. Drew just got back from Iraq.”
She wiggled from beneath Connor’s arm and inched closer to Drew, crowding his personal space. “A soldier boy. I do love a man in uniform—or out of one.” She ran a single finger along the dip in his T-shirt’s neckline, focusing on the spot, before she tilted her nose and smiled up at him. Her fingernail scraping against his skin and her coy expression sent goose bumps across his flesh.
Damned if his cock didn’t take the opportunity to stand at attention, alerting her to the reaction she had on him. A coy smile touched her lips, then her tongue made a slow, sensual trail across her bottom lip.
His gaze darted back to Zoë’s toy hauler. A twitch of anxiety tightened the muscles across his shoulders and up his neck. The last thing he needed was for Zoë to catch him with Kari.
Arms dangling by his sides, Drew sucked in a breath, while searching for an excuse to become scarce. “Uh—”
Connor must have seen Drew’s discomfort. “Ease up, Kari. Drew is a professional photographer and freelancer for INN.”
A sparkle lit in her amber eyes as they raked a path across him from head to toe. “Photographer? I hope you brought your camera, hon. Maybe later we can have a private photo shoot of our own.”
Yep. Drew was pretty sure this one was one of Connor and Josh’s girls. Connor didn’t appear fazed by her sexual innuendo. In fact, the man was grinning ear to ear. “Party in my trailer later.” Connor wagged his heavy brows. Then he slapped Kari on the ass, making a smacking sound. A delightful giggle was her answer. “Come on, hussy. Let’s get the rail and quads unloaded.”
Again, her tongue made a slow, sexy path between full lips. “Later,” she promised as one eyelid dipped in a seductive wink, before turning away from Drew.
Kari was bad news. An interference he didn’t need this weekend, not when he was attempting to get back into Zoë’s good graces.
A Hummer pulling a trailer with two sand rails, and another truck and toy hauler, pulled off the road and into the sand. The deep, steady rumble and rich scent of diesel filled the air as the one-ton truck eased into a place perpendicular to Josh’s trailer. Drew recognized the driver as Trent Manning. He and Josh had gone to college with the dark-haired man. Trent switched the engine off and climbed out of his truck. A handful of men followed him as they immediately went to the back of his rig and unloaded six quads, then moved to the other vehicle.
With Connor’s trailer aligned the same way to Zoë’s, and a couple more rigs placed horizontally in front of them, their campsite formed a perfect rectangle, creating their own private party area.
Already Drew could hear the hiss of beer bottles opening and laughter as women disappeared into the trailers and men started stripping their clothes off where they stood, reaching for their riding gear and donning it. It wasn’t long before the sharp twang of two-stroke versus four-cycle engines ranged loud and clear. These people took their riding seriously. Drew guessed setting up camp could wait in their eyes.
It was time to ride.
Zoë must have heard the commotion, because she stepped out of her trailer fully dressed for riding.
Drew’s pulse leaped. He didn’t have any of his gear on. As he moved hastily toward the trailer to retrieve his clothing and boots, he saw Zoë fall into the embrace of one man after another. He watched as Trent picked her off her feet, swung her around and then slapped a big kiss on her. When he sat her on her feet, his arm remained around her.
A growl vibrated up Drew’s throat as he dropped his shorts where he stood. He crammed one leg into his pants. Like an idiot, he hopped around on the other foot before he gained his balance. Pants on, he pulled the jersey over his head and quickly took a seat. It chapped his ass to see her so comfortable among a shitload of rowdy and surely horny men. As he pushed his