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I unclip the seatbelt a half-second before he hauls me out. Then he kicks the door shut and pushes me up against the side of the car, pinning me with his large body.

His cock grinds against my stomach when he shoves a leg between my thighs, as hard and overwhelming as everything else about him. Then his hands plunge into my hair, angling my head as his lips crash against mine.

Marcus’s kiss is fierce and demanding, and my body responds like a star exploding, adrenaline and arousal pulsing through me.

My hand clutches at his back, fingernails raking over the soft fabric of his sweater.

He’s rocking his hips against mine, and I’m panting into his mouth with every stroke of his tongue, wild desire eclipsing every rational thought I’ve ever had.

When he breaks away from my lips to bite and suck at the curve of my jaw, trailing his hungry mouth down my neck, I tilt my head back, trying to suck a full breath into my overworked lungs.

Then I freeze.

Both Theo and Ryland have gotten out of the car too.

And both of their gazes are trained on us.

Heat burns bright in Theo’s eyes, and Ryland’s nostrils flare as his jaw clenches. My entire body shivers with awareness under their scrutiny, and I can’t seem to look away.

Marcus’s mouth is devouring the skin of my neck and shoulder. He doesn’t seem to notice or care that his two friends are watching him practically fuck me up against his car. His hand slips beneath my shirt, shoving the fabric up as his greedy fingers skate over my skin, grabbing my breast through my bra and squeezing it roughly, pinching my nipple.

A shock of pain and pleasure shoots through me, and a flood of wetness soaks my panties.

A strangled noise pours from my throat, and that sound breaks the stasis holding me. Wedging my hand between us, I shove against Marcus’s chest, trying to stop this runaway train before he literally does fuck me against the car.

For a second, he doesn’t budge. Doesn’t stop.

His lips are wrapped around the junction of my neck and my shoulder, and he’s sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. The feel of it draws another low noise from me, and that, finally, seems to penetrate the singular focus that drives him.

He wrenches his head away from my neck, pulling back slightly. His blue and brown eyes are glazed, his lips slightly parted.

He glances over at his two friends, who stand just a few feet away, and I see him realize they’ve been watching us. I see him take in the expressions on their faces.

For a moment… he hesitates.

A new kind of tension saturates the air, and time itself seems to pause as he meets his friends’ eyes.

Then Ryland presses his lips together and turns away.

Theo’s gaze lingers for a second longer, moving over my body like liquid fire. But then he turns away too.

I barely have time to process the flicker of disappointment that flutters through my belly before Marcus turns his attention back to me. His hands skate over my ass and down my thighs, parting my legs to wrap them around his waist as he heaves me into his arms.

I’m so shocked by his question that I react instinctually, my body moving before my brain has even given a conscious command. I hand the picture over, and he takes it gingerly, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as he studies it.

His expression is intense, serious, and I find myself holding my breath as he looks at the photograph for several long moments.

Then he looks back up at me and nods. “It’s definitely you. And I think it’s your brother too.”

My stomach flutters. What this man thinks shouldn’t matter. I shouldn’t care about his opinion at all, and even if I did, it would still be only that—his opinion. He can’t change the unalterable facts of life just by uttering a single sentence.

But somehow, his words do matter.

Prologue

Brown and blue.

Like earth and air.

That’s the first thing I notice about the stranger’s eyes as he brushes past me in the crowded club, forcing his way through the throng of gyrating bodies around us.

For a moment, I think it must be a trick of the light, an illusion caused by the flashing strobes that pulse in time to the heavy beat of the music.

But when one of the bright white lights cuts through the haze that hangs over the dancers and illuminates his face, I realize I’m not wrong.

The man’s left eye is a rich chocolate brown, but the right is made up of two different colors. One half of the iris is the same deep brown as the left, but the other half is a clear blue, like the sky on a cloudless day.

Earth and air.

It’s strange but beautiful.

There’s something so fucking mesmerizing about it that I find myself unable to look away, jostled roughly by the dancers around me as my own body stops moving entirely.

I’m ogling him in a way that’s neither subtle nor polite, and he must feel my shameless stare because his gaze flicks down to meet mine for a brief second.

His brows twitch, drawing together slightly.

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Our gazes lock, and a strange thrill passes through me, as if something both cold and hot has brushed over my skin.

Then the thick press of bodies shifts, and he slips away through the crowd, followed by two dark shadows—men almost as tall and imposing as he is.

My stomach dips.

It's not the man with the mis-matched eyes. I can tell that much even from this distance. This man's hair is darker and cut shorter, his frame a little more broad. It's not the same man.

It's one of his friends.

The guy must’ve noticed me staring at him, since I'm not being subtle about it at all, but he doesn't react in any way. He doesn't turn his gaze away as if chagrined at being caught. Nor does he push away from the car to walk toward me.

He just… waits.

And watches.