Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 131926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Grayson steps in beside King and while there’s certainly interest in his eyes, there’s also a shitload of hesitation. He’s not sure about this little deal that King, Cruz, and I have going on. He wants in, but he also wants nothing to do with it.
“What are you waiting for?” Cruz murmurs, not taking his hands off my body as he speaks to the guys behind him. “After four days in that cell, I think this little she-devil is going to need all the attention she can get.”
An excited thrill shoots through me and I look back at the two boys by the kitchen. They glance at each other—a cocky smirk on King’s face while an apprehensive expression crosses Grayson’s. “Trust me,” King murmurs to his friend. “You don’t want to miss this. The way her body … fuck, man. You can deal with the ‘what does this mean?’ questions afterward.”
Grayson’s gaze slices back to mine as King pushes off the wall and walks deeper into the living room. My eyes heat as I meet Grayson’s intrigued stare. My bottom lip gets captured between my teeth and I don’t doubt that he sees a hungry lioness silently calling his name.
A soft moan slips from between my lips as King steps in behind me and brushes his fingertips across my skin, and as if the sound was a calling card that spoke right to the deepest parts of him, Grayson slowly pushes off the wall and steps through to the living room.
My back straightens with interest as my heart thunders in my chest. Is he really down for this?
I feel Cruz’s smile against my skin, and I can’t help but look down and meet his gaze. He’s just as excited as I am. King grabs me from behind and pulls me off the couch, putting me down on my feet in front of him just as Grayson steps into his side.
Cruz stands, and the three of them circle me, and as I glance up at all of their hungry stares, a nervousness creeps through me. I’ve proven to myself that I can handle two, but can I satisfy all three of them at once? I guess I’m about to find out.
After weeks of wondering what Grayson’s lips would taste like on mine, I can’t resist turning to him first. Nobody touches me, they let me take my time.
I step closer to him, meeting his hungry stare. My hand instantly falls to his wide chest and the nerves triple. Why am I so anxious about this? My fingers glide down his body until they find the hem of his shirt and I slip them underneath, feeling the warmth of his skin below.
I raise it back up to his chest, right where his raven tattoo would be, and I watch as he sucks in a slight breath. His hand comes to my waist and the fire that burns between us is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and for just a second, King and Cruz fade away, leaving nothing but the intense connection I have with Grayson.
He pulls me in, and as he does, I rise onto my tippy-toes, needing to be closer. His hand drops over my body, getting a good feel of my ass and as I raise my chin to finally feel his lips on mine, King steps in behind me, placing his hand on my other hip.
The excitement burns through me like fire and lightning, and just as Grayson brings his lips down to meet mine, an irritated scoff comes from the kitchen. I whip my gaze around to meet Carver’s very pissed off one, just the sight of him making all the bullshit emotions well up inside of me. “Really?” he questions, but it’s impossible to tell if he’s talking to me or the boys. “Out of all the places you could have done this, you choose to fuck in my living room?”
Embarrassment instantly seeps through me and as his stare bores into mine and his anger pulses through, my need to get fucked within an inch of my life drains away. My hand falls from Grayson’s chest and the smirk that cuts over Carver’s face is like having a bucket of ice water tipped over my head. He knows what he’s done, and the bastard is fucking proud of himself.
An irritated groan pulls from between my lips. “What’s the matter, princess? Jealous it’s not your dick I’ll be sucking?” I grumble, snatching my tank off the ground and quickly pulling it over my head, not wanting him to see my body unless it’s him that I’m about to give it to.
“You fucking wish, Elodie,” he spits.
Cruz falls back to the couch with disappointment flying across his handsome features. “Fucking cock block,” he grumbles under his breath as King steps back out of my personal space.