The happy face inked on his cheek mocked me. So damn cheerful despite the scowl on his face.

“Long time, no see,” Jason said as he came to stand by Lucas’s side, his eyes moving coldly over every inch of my exposed skin.

We were standing at the back of Nate’s white truck, and the cab hid us from those around the fire. But nerves still roiled in my stomach as I looked at Vincent, watching me with slyly narrowed eyes from behind Lucas.

I shouldn’t have indulged in those fantasies about them. How the hell was I supposed to act normal around men I’d imagined fucking me until I screamed, tying me up and making me crawl like an obedient little slut?

They were only fantasies, but if given the chance, these men could make them real. I licked my lower lip, drawing it into my mouth and biting down until I risked drawing blood. I desperately needed this drink.

“Bonfire too warm for you?” There was a teasing tone in Vincent’s voice. “Or does something else have you feeling hot…and bothered?” He reached over and gave Jason a nudge, the two of them chuckling like it was an inside joke.

It was like they knew. As if Jason’s bright blue eyes could see straight into my soul.

I curled my lip at their teasing grins. “Oh please, don’t flatter yourselves. Move along.” I waved my hand at them as if to shoo them out of my way. I doubted I was the only one beating back dirty thoughts, not that I’d ever admit to it.

Lucas didn’t move. He stood in front of me like a barricade, his hard expression daring me to step around him.

“We’ll take three beers before you go,” he said, a cold challenge in his voice.

I laughed at his utterly ludicrous request. He wanted me to fetch beers for them?

“Uh, no, you can get your beers yourself.” I was trying to get the cap off my bottle, but my hand kept slipping. Were these not twist-offs? The hell?

Lucas snatched the bottle from my hands, set it against his molars, and popped the cap off with his teeth before offering it back to me. Something fiery exploded in me as I stared at his fingers wrapped tight around the cold glass.

That shouldn’t have been hot, but…fuck.

“You think I want that now that your mouth has been on it?” I said, unable to muster up my usual venom. It was so embarrassing how uncertain I sounded.

When Lucas laughed, it wasn’t pleasant. It wasn’t nice. It was the kind of laugh you heard before someone died in a horror film.

“I think you’d like my mouth on more than this bottle,” he said. Vincent and Jason exchanged another amused glance, and I had the distinct feeling that I was being laughed at.

“Hey now, let’s play nice, kids,” Vincent said. “Why don’t you be a good girl, Jess? The cooler is right there.” He glanced behind me, his eyes widening pointedly. “The beers, please.”