Free Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) by Cat Mason, Katheryn Kiden

stepping behind me and wrapping his arms around me. His body sways with mine to the music as he nuzzles my neck. “If I dance with you and sing in your ear, baby, will you save me from Lynsey?”
    He thinks I can protect him from Lyn? He’s funny…
    “Don’t worry, Gunnar,” Lynsey says, slamming the mallet down again. “Once I have played whack-a-cock with Dixon, I’ll be sure to slap you around.”
    I can feel my face begin to flame at the mention of Dixon’s cock. Lyn looks at me with a knowing grin while all I can do is glare at her, silently planning her death. “He better be here,” she snaps, slamming the mallet down on the steak. “Because…”
    “Because, it’s not a party without me!” Dixon shouts, walking through the door. Leaning down, he pecks Lyn on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late, oh mighty queen, but I wasn’t showin’ up in my gear. I don’t come on request.”
    And if my face wasn’t red before…
    Yanking open the fridge, Dixon grabs a beer and leans back into the counter before he twists off the cap and takes a long pull. Tossing the mallet to the counter, Lyn turns and yanks the beer from Dixon. Wiping the top off, she takes a drink and winks at him. “Aw, you shouldn’t have.”
    Rolling his eyes, Dixon turns and pulls another beer from the fridge. “Why do I not just expect that shit by now?”
    “Here,” Lynsey says, handing the plate of steaks out to Gunnar. “Go make yourselves useful.”
    “Come on, guys,” Gunnar says, releasing me to take the plate and head out onto the back patio. Dixon’s eyes meet mine and my breath nearly gets lodged in my chest. Every possible emotion goes through my head at once as his eyes lock on my lips. His blue eyes darken arrogantly, just the look lets me know that he’s undressing me in his head as his gaze roams down my body, stopping where my tattoo lies. Part of me is squirming under the heat, remembering how his hands and mouth felt on my skin. The other part feels like everyone in the room can see it as if it were a neon sign, flashing every single thing we’ve done.
    My stomach knots and flips. I can’t do anything except stand and stare at him. Stepping between us, Lynsey laughs, breaking the moment. Her eyes go to Dixon, “If you’re going to stay in here with us, the least you could do is put on an apron and get me another beer,” she says, tossing her empty bottle into the trash beside him.
    Dixon shakes his head. This time when his eyes meet mine, they look almost conflicted. Like he has a million things to say. Instead, he stays silent. Opening the fridge, he pulls out the last of the six pack. Tucking it under his arm, he winks at Lyn before heading out the door toward the grill.
    “Ha!” she laughs, walking over to the wine cooler. Opening the door, she reveals two more six packs. “Did he really think I’d let him take the last of the beer?” Pulling out a bottle, she hands it to me before taking one for herself. “As for you, you’re about as subtle as a gynecologist wearin’ a gas mask.”
    “Excuse me?” I ask, tossing the cap into the trash and taking a drink.
    “That couldn’t have been more awkward if you’d walked over and stuck your tongue in his ear. The men may be dense as fuck, but I’m sure as hell not.” Downing half her beer, she slides the bottle onto the counter before washing her hands. Grabbing potatoes from the counter, she begins slicing them into pieces and tossing them into a bowl. “I take it you two haven’t figured out your shit, huh?”
    Closing my eyes tightly, I count to ten inside my head. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and find Lyn staring at me in amusement. “I… We… It, just, um…” I stammer, unable to make any sense of the words all jumbled up in my head.
    Washing the potatoes, Lynsey then adds salt, pepper, parmesan cheese, and olive oil before pouring them into a pan and sliding it into the oven. “Sweetie, this is your life. I’m not trying to tell you