Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,106

me.

Cruz - Careful, bro. I might accidentally slip this little pindick into the wrong hole while you’re fucking our girl. Then you’ll see just how big this pindick really is.

King - Dude … no.

Cruz - I bet you’ll fucking love it too.

I get up from the bed and instantly pull off my clothes. If they’ll be here soon, then I want to make it worth their while.

I dart across to my closet and step inside, dumping my clothes on the floor and digging into my drawers. Over the past few weeks since finding out I’m not actually a broke-as-fuck foster kid, Tobias helped me gain access to my parents’ bank accounts. I’ve been busily filling every online cart I can possibly fill and having deliveries dropped at my front gate.

I’m not going to lie, I’m a little obsessed with finding new things online, but apart from clothes, I haven’t really been spending anything. I already have everything I need.

Having these guys constantly in my bed has encouraged me to buy all sorts of sexy lingerie that I know they’ll appreciate. I haven’t had a chance to really try any of it on, but there’s always a first.

I pick out a red lace bra and slide the matching thong up my legs, instantly falling in love with what I see in the mirror. The bra pushes my tits up, making them look even fuller and mouth-watering, while somehow managing to make my hips look like every man’s wet dream.

I tie my hair up into a messy bun, knowing it’s only going to get in the way before finding a pair of black fuck-me heels to add to my look. I scan my gaze over my body through the full-length mirror in my closet and instantly wish that Carver and Grayson were down for this too.

Finishing off my outfit, I take the black silk robe from its hanger and slide it over my body, pulling it closed and knotting it at my waist. I let the robe fall off my shoulder, and just like that, I feel like the sexiest woman who ever lived.

It’s incredible what just a few pieces of skimpy clothing can do for a woman’s confidence. Add the soft moonlight streaming in through my bedroom window and I feel absolutely perfect.

I walk back out through my room and grab my phone off my bed before bringing up the camera and quickly taking a picture, making sure that all my best bits are on display.

I grin to myself as I turn my phone around to look at the picture, finding Cruz standing in the open doorway with a hungry expression on his face. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, welcoming himself into my room as I attach the picture to the message chain.

Cruz’s hands fall to my body as his lips instantly drop to my neck. I groan, leaning into him and desperately needing his touch, but first, I need to play with King and let him know exactly what he’s late for.

Winter - Don’t be too long. I have a feeling Cruz isn’t going to wait.

King - HOLY FUCK! Those tits.

King - Damn it.

King - Fuck. Cruz, don’t fucking touch her until I get there.

I raise my phone and take another shot, this time getting Cruz’s hands all over my body as his lips press deliciously against my neck. I hit send.

King - Fucking cocksucker.

King - Screw it, I’m coming now.

A wide grin stretches across my face as I throw my phone back onto my bed and slowly turn in Cruz’s arms, loving how his fingertips glide across the soft silk of my robe. “He’s on his way,” I tell Cruz, really not wanting to start without him, but if Cruz pushes me, my control will break, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.

“I bet he is,” Cruz grumbles, dropping his hands from me and taking a step back so he can really appreciate the view. “Tell me that you’re not going to make me wait.”

I step back into him and raise my chin before brushing my lips over his. “I sure am,” I tell him just as he captures my lips and deepens our kiss. His arms come back around me, and I silently beg for him to roam his hands over my body.

I need his touch. I ache for him. My whole body burns for more, needing his hands on my ass, his tight grip on my waist, his tongue against my clit, and his cock in