Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
My brows furrow and I raise my head off his chest to meet his eyes. “Umm … what?”
Cruz laughs, moving his hand from my hip to gently smack my ass as Grayson continues. “Carver slammed some fuckwit against the wall so hard that he shattered his skull and smeared brains all over it.”
My brows instantly fly back up. “You’re fucking with me,” I say, watching him through a wide, shocked stare.
“Wish I was,” Grayson says, his lips pulling into a sexy as fuck smirk.
Cruz pulls me back, pressing himself up against me. “In Carver’s defense, the dude was really fucked in the head, even more so than you,” he teases.
I laugh. “Not possible. No one is more fucked in the head than me.”
Grayson grabs me right back and rolls right on top of me, bracing himself against his elbows so he doesn’t crush me or touch my abdomen. “Ain’t that the truth,” he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
“Get off her,” Cruz grumbles, shoving his hand into Grayson’s shoulder and all but throwing him off me, making him land beside me on the bed with a heavy thump.
I look back at Cruz with a wicked grin stretching across my face. “What’s the matter?” I tease. “Jealous?”
Cruz just laughs, scooping me back into his arms and pulling me in against his chest once again. “You’re damn right, I am.”
He nuzzles his face into my neck and presses the softest kisses along my skin, making warmth and happiness spread through me like wildfire. I glance up to find Grayson watching me with nothing but adoration on his face, and I can’t help but grab him and pull him in.
He’s far too heavy for me to be able to drag him across the bed in the same way that the guys are constantly doing to me, but he reads my body language as easily as he reads a book. He shuffles in, sandwiching me in between both of their strong chests. I don’t waste a single second and raise my chin, bringing my lips to his in a hungry, sensual kiss.
He melts into me, and even though we’ve done this plenty of times, I will never get used to just how good it feels. Grayson kisses me back, treating me as though I’m an angel sent from heaven just for him … and all of his friends.
Cruz picks up on the energy I’m putting down, and his hands instantly move over my body again, sending me into a world of blissful, erotic happiness. How could life ever get better? You know, apart from the healing stab wound below my last rib and the crazy psycho killer that wears my mother’s face and wants me dead.
I feel Grayson’s monster cock waking up and hardening against my thigh and I grin. The boys have vowed to take it easy with me while I’m healing, but I don’t think that either of them are going to be able to resist right now. When it’s one on one, that’s about sharing a private, intimate moment together with all the feels, growing as a couple, but when there’s three of us, that’s a party, and who can resist a party?
Cruz’s hand slips over my hip and trails down to my pussy just as my ass presses back against him, feeling him there. He groans low and I let out a needy sigh, the sound of his desperation enough to have my core drenched with readiness.
His hand slips into the front of my sweatpants and I feel his grin against my neck as he realizes that I’m not wearing any panties. He doesn’t waste any time.
Cruz’s fingers instantly find my clit, trailing over it and teasing me with everything they can do. They keep traveling down, mixing with my wetness and spreading it around, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I groan into Grayson’s mouth and as I pull back to breathe, his fingers find my hip and slip under my tank, brushing ever so softly over my skin and sending goosebumps soaring over my body. He drags my tank up until it’s completely gone.
Grayson ducks his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth and tormenting me as his tongue flicks over the tight bud. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe, turning my head back and begging Cruz to kiss me as the need becomes almost too much.
He doesn’t disappoint, and within seconds, his tongue is battling with mine for dominance.
Needing them to feel as alive as I do, I slip my hands into the front of both of their pants, curling my fingers around their impressive cocks. Grayson groans and as my thumb brushes over his tip and feels his metal piercing, his whole body flinches, wanting so much more.
“Fuck, babe,” Cruz murmurs against my lips as his fingers press against my clit, making everything inside of me burn with a fierce desperation. “I gotta feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock.”