Magnetic by Anya J. Cosgrove

Author:Anya J. Cosgrove [Cosgrove, Anya J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban Fantasy, Reverse Harem, Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781999390174
Publisher: NA
Published: 2019-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Sexy Boy

Vicky

"Thank you again," Billie says, her tanned legs dangling from the back of Gabriel's black pick-up truck.

The hood of a second, almost identical truck is propped open in front of her. Gabriel is lying underneath, his shoulders and head hidden by the bumper.

I take my pulse, my muscles tingling all over from my grueling run in the woods, and watch the driveway from the end of the trail. The wind is non-existent, so I know they haven't smelled me yet. Tall trees shield this side of the house from the sun, but the driveway is unprotected.

Billie tucks a long strand of brown hair behind her ear. "Jeff couldn't find what was wrong with it."

"Jeff is losing his touch." The alpha slides from underneath the bumper. Black oil and dust are smeared across his gray t-shirt. He stretches the bottom and wipes his forehead with it, revealing a string of tattoos and a perfect six-pack.

I hold my breath as he stands and strips from the cotton, using the whole thing to pat down his face. A sheen of sweat glistens over his body.

He doesn't look dirty. He looks fuck hot.

He tilts his head back and gulps down his water bottle. Billie's breasts strain against her top, her chest heaving. Her sight is riveted on the alpha's robust body. I prance over to them, interrupting their little tête-à-tête.

"Car trouble?" I ask.

"Hm, yeah," Billie answers, her eyes darting to me but quickly returning to Gabriel.

The young brunette's attire—denim shorts that barely cover her ass and a white wife beater—leave nothing to the imagination. Her black bra is visible underneath, and I wiggle my brows at Gabriel behind Billie's back.

We have a silent conversation.

I arch a brow. Fake car troubles?

He scowls. Yeah, so what?

I bite back a chuckle. "I get the appeal, but it's too big."

Billie's shoulders tense. "Mm?"

I run my fingers over the curves of her car. "Pick-up trucks. They're so big, and they use too much gas. Haven't you heard? There's an energy crisis coming."

On his way to the open garage, Gabriel's eyes lock with mine, and he chucks out a gruff woof. My gaze slips down his back, entranced by how his dark blue jeans hug his ass, and I wet my lips.

I can practically feel the poor girl behind me trying to control her breathing. Being mischievous, I send a bit of lust her way, and the scent of her arousal quickly fills the air.

She shuffles to her feet, blushing deep red. "I—I should go. My shift is coming up."

"It should start fine now," Gabriel returns to her hood, slams it shut, and wipes his oiled hands down with a rag.

I don't think either of them noticed my discrete interference and grin.

"Thank you." Billie hops in her truck, wrenches it in gear, and backs out of the driveway.

As she turns the corner, I lean towards the alpha. "Now, why don't you put that girl out of her misery?"

"Who I fuck and when is none of your business. Stop messing with her.

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