Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
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If only I had known what kind of bullshit was coming my way back then. Maybe I would have just kept driving through town and right out the other end, but then I wouldn’t have met the boys, and I sure as fuck wouldn’t have fallen for each of them and given my whole heart away in one quick swoop.

God, when I think about it like that, it’s pretty damn reckless. What am I supposed to do if they decide they don’t want me anymore? I’d be left with nothing.

I can’t think like that. The boys aren’t going anywhere. I feel it in the way they love me. This shit is as real as it gets. There’s no faking those kinds of emotions.

We cut right through the center of town, and as we pass through a big intersection, I can’t help but look across at Cruz. He loves riding just as much as I do, and fuck me in the ass, he looks good doing it. His shirt flows in the wind as his hair is swept back, making him look like an all you can eat buffet. Someone should have really reminded him to put a helmet on. Hell, if I had even thought about going out without mine, the guys would have stapled it right to my head, but I guess Cruz is too cool for a helmet.

As if reading my mind, he pulls a face and instantly gets hit with a bug to the forehead.

I laugh to myself and as I turn back to focus on the road, my heart stops, finding an old beat-up car flying over the median and careening right for me. My eyes widen in fear. “OH, FUCK,” I screech.

Carver slams on his horn, trying to warn me, but the other driver picks up his speed, his foot to the floor, determined to make roadkill out of me. My heart thunders as I try to think of what to do, but it’s too late, he’s going to hit me no matter what I do. Carver is too close behind and Cruz is to my side.

I’m fucked.

My face scrunches, preparing for impact and just as I swerve, Cruz’s bike cuts in front of me, taking the full force of impact. My front tire slams into the back tire of his bike and I go flying over my handlebars just as the car rams right into the side of Cruz’s Harley.

Cruz is launched through the air, his back slamming down against the windshield of the Escalade as Carver’s tires squeal against the road, coming to an immediate stop. Both of our bikes are shattered into a million pieces, skidding across the pavement with sparks flying up around them, not stopping until they slam against a thick tree.

My body rolls and tumbles over the hot road, tearing my skin and burning like a motherfucker, a loud bang echoing through my mind.

I groan, unable to move as the pain rocks through my body. Cars stop around me and people start rushing in. “Miss, Miss,” someone yells in my ear as a firm hand comes down on my shoulder and shakes me. “Miss, are you alright?”

Stars blur my vision as I try to open my eyes, desperate to figure out what the fuck just happened. I take a mental note of my body, feeling myself out to be sure that I have all my body parts intact. I try to roll, pushing myself up onto my hands and knees.

I glance up just in time to see Carver racing toward me, but behind him, I find Cruz lying motionless on the hood of the Escalade that’s rammed right into the front of the other car. “Cruz,” I murmur, my voice barely a whisper as I force my feet underneath myself.

“Babe, stop,” Carver demands, crashing into me and gripping my arms with a steel force. “Are you hurt?”

“Cruz,” I demand, somehow pushing past Carver and desperately trying to peel my helmet over my head. My steps are wobbly and forced but each one comes a little easier as my head stops spinning. “CRUZ.”

I fall into the Escalade and catch myself on the hood just as King and Grayson lift Cruz off the car and safely lay him down on the ground, clearing away any glass. Grayson instantly starts checking over him as I fall to my knees beside Cruz, grabbing hold of his hand and squeezing it as tight as possible, making damn sure that he knows I’m here. “Cruz, please,” I cry, fat tears forming in my eyes and instantly falling down my cheeks, splashing onto his warm skin. “I’m right here. Please don’t die. I need you, you freaking idiot. Why did you do that?”

Cruz squeezes my hand back and a little ray of hope flutters inside my broken heart. “I … I.”


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