Zoe's pulse raced wildly in her ears as she crossed the threshold into Lucas's shadowy living room, the scent of stale beer and faint cologne hanging heavy in the humid air. She and Ryan had crossed that electric line from best friends to ravenous lovers half a year ago, their nights filled with frantic fucks that left her sore and begging for more. But tonight, hunger clawed deeper—they'd lured in Lucas, the burly neighbor with chiseled jaw, ink-sleeved arms, and those intense blue eyes that stripped her bare with a glance. Ryan's strong fingers clamped onto her hip, bruising the soft flesh as he jerked his chin toward Lucas, who loomed near the sagging couch, thick coils of coarse hemp rope dangling from his callused fists like promises of restraint.