Teaser scene for Stubborn Spark (Wild Scots, #5) - 18+ only

Blayne

Lights swirled over the party, highlighting bodies writhing together, echoing the fast beat of the thudding music. A hundred people must have been crammed into the snowboarding centre’s café, warming the usually cool space.

Two bodies in particular held my attention.

They drew closer. Brodie, my best friend, bent to put his lips to the ear of Casey, my crush. Whatever he said to her brought on a bashful, flirty smile, and she ducked her blonde head, pressing against his chest.

My dick stirred.

I downed my Jack and Coke, nowhere near drunk enough for the feelings rising in me.

Brodie had once again hit my life like a sledgehammer. He arrived yesterday with a party in mind, and Christ, had he delivered.

For a long time, we’d hardly spent any time together. My fault for working and studying overseas. Now I was back, it hit home how badly I’d missed him.

My conflicting emotions for Brodie hadn’t gone away.

In my direct line of vision, he slid an arm around Casey, bringing her flush to his body. Then he dipped and placed his lips on her cheek.

My blood all went south, and I groaned under my breath.

Then the fucker lifted his gaze to mine and winked.

He took Casey’s mouth in one hot, mind-blowing kiss that I felt as if it were me in the clinch, kissing her. She dug her fingers into his dark hair.

Brodie-brown-hair, Blayne-blond, he’d told her yesterday as a way of remembering our names.

Now, I could almost feel the scratch of her nails on my scalp.

Fuck yeah.

With her pert features and yellow-blonde hair, Casey was the prettiest woman I’d ever met. We’d flirted over the last week, both of us working for Lennox, my older brother.

I wanted her. I wanted Brodie in that picture, too.

How the hell that could work was beyond me.

Overwhelmed, I wheeled away from the bar and strode through the café to a dark corridor, away from the party.

A minute later, footsteps interrupted my quiet.

Casey.

My pulse picked up even more.

She clipped over on spiked heels, wrinkling her pretty nose as she took me in. “I saw you leave. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Are ye? Whatever for?”

“I’ve been friendly with you. Flirting, you know? Then…”

“Then Brodie.” I leaned against the wall, more than enamoured with the freshly kissed pout of her red lips.

“Yeah, he’s… He’s seriously hot. And I feel so strange telling you that about your best friend. I think I’ve lost my mind.”

“It’s okay.” I knew the feeling.

The uncertainty in Casey’s gaze held, but she drew her teeth over her bottom lip. “I don’t want to come between two friends.”

Ah, now I had a filthy image of her doing just that—coming with us filling her. Both of us. At the same time.

My dick pulsed, and I blew out a breath, trying to get my rampant hormones under control. “I dinna mind ye kissing him.”

“Is that Scottish for ‘You don’t’?” Her pupils dilated, and she stared at my mouth, pink on her cheeks. “It turned you on? Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Aye, it is,” I said on a breath.

Tension drew out between us then, like someone had fired a starter pistol, I reached for Casey and she for me.

Our mouths met in a hungry kiss.

This was far bolder than I’d usually be, but seeing her lip locked with my best friend had activated some deep part of my sexuality.

I had never been so turned on.

Casey moved against me, feeling up my muscles. Despite the music, I picked up every little moan.

It had been far, far too long since I’d last had sex. This lass was a fucking delight. At work, I’d watched her with her students, teaching kids to snowboard with confidence.

I’d taken my own board out between shifts, my skills rusty but the thrill of it coming back to me.

I’d missed far too much recently.

Casey gasped, and a zing of fresh need swept down my spine.

Then she broke our mouths apart. “Someone’s coming.”

A figure loomed in the dark corridor. We watched the man approaching. Brodie darted his gaze over us, his hands in his pockets.

A knowing, sexy-as-fuck smile lifted his lips, but he didn’t say a word, stopping a few metres away.

In my arms, Casey stared him down. Then, deliberately, she turned back to me and kissed me, eyes open this time. Watching for my friend’s reaction.

I sensed Brodie’s attention on every point Casey and I touched.

“Neither of you mind this?” she asked after a beat.

“Naw,” we said in unison.

Brodie and I had always been in tune.

“Keep going, woman. Get him hot,” Brodie commanded, his voice deep and his gaze burning. “Blayne, show her what you’re made of, aye?”

I grabbed Casey’s hips and lifted, and she instantly wound her legs around my waist, her floaty skirt rucking up.

God! I turned her to the wall and grinded against her. “This good with you?”

Casey sucked in a breath, drawing me ever closer. “Good? Bring it, Highlander. You and your friend. Show me what you’ve got.”

The End.

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Stubborn Spark is live October 15th, 2020.