KATHERINE POV
I sat there, dumped unceremoniously on the couch like a sack of laundry, still breathless, still trying to pull my brain back from the brink of complete and utter meltdown.
Goddess, what the hell was happening to me?
I lost myself in their touch, all the tingles that danced on my skin Turned my brain into useless mush.
Kendrick had called his brothers to help him put dinner toghether even if I suspected he was feeling left out.
I could still feel his rough hands on my hips, could still feel the heat of Keegan’s chest at my back, the lingering, smug pressure of Kingsley's fingers on my bare ankles.
And their scent—
Goddess, their scent was everywhere. Warm, musky, sharp with wooden undertones , threaded with something sweeter, something dangerous. Something that tugged
