Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,107

my mouth. I have to wait; I need to find control.

Stepping back out of his arms, I walk over to my bed, and while keeping my heels on, I crawl across the bed until I’m right in the middle. I sit on my knees and keep my eyes locked on Cruz’s, loving the raw need that pulses through his gaze.

I slowly spread my knees, giving him just a glimpse of what’s hidden beneath my black robe. He groans and the sound rumbles through him, speaking right to the vixen who lives inside me. “Fuck, babe. I’ll give him thirty seconds, and if he’s still not here, then fuck him. I have to have you.”

My eyes become hooded and I watch as he peels off his shirt, slowly drawing it over his head to reveal his perfect body beneath. I must have seen him like this a million times by now, but it’ll never get old.

My control is just about to break when I hear King at the front door, throwing himself through it and letting it slam shut behind him. An excited grin tears across my face, listening as he takes the stairs two at a time, and before I know it, he’s falling through my bedroom door and coming to an immediate stop beside Cruz, his eyes focused heavily on my body as I sit on the bed, knees wide.

Keeping my heated gaze on them both, I slowly allow the soft black silk to slide down my body.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” King says, his eyes hungry as his gaze travels over my tits, taking in my curves and watching the way the black silk slowly falls to my waist and shows off what’s hidden beneath. He adjusts his cock in his jeans and I don’t doubt that it’s pressing uncomfortably against the fly. “From now on, when we fuck, this is all you’ll wear.”

His voice is low and dangerous, and it makes something inside of me scream for more. I absolutely love when the guys are demanding and forceful. They’re such alphas that it’s a miracle they can even play nicely together and not get pissed about sharing their toys.

Wanting to put on a show, I bring my hand up and slowly trail my fingertips across my collar bone, watching as both of the guys follow the movement, their eyes becoming hooded and desperate with need.

I love how they respond to me, always needy, always wanting more, and never failing to worship my body just how I need it.

The desire pulses through me, but I don’t want to rush. We have all night and I want to take my time.

My fingertips trail down the center of my body, skimming between my breasts and trailing over my waist as my other hand slowly moves toward my breast. I grab it gently and squeeze as my head tilts back, a shallow breath slipping from between my lips.

Cruz edges toward me but I catch his eyes and shake my head. “Watch,” I demand, my tone filled with authority. He comes to a stop, his brow instantly arching as he watches me with excitement.

His tongue rolls over his bottom lip, and fuck it, I want to bite it so bad. “You wanna put on a show, baby?”

My gaze flicks to King’s who silently watches, his lips slowly pulling into a devilish grin. “Only if I can trust you two to behave.”

A low groan tears from deep within King’s chest and I silently wish for this part of it to be over so they can bend me over and fuck me until I scream, but that would be such a shame. Something tells me that teasing and enticing them is going to be the best part of the night.

King shakes his head. “I’ll make no promises,” he grumbles, flicking his gaze to Cruz and meeting his eyes, only for the two of them to give each other ridiculously cheesy, boyish grins filled with excitement. They might as well cross the room and give each other a high five.

Their wicked stares come back to me, and as heat floods between my legs, I keep my hands moving, ready to give the best performance of my life.

My hand skims over my hip and I suck in a breath, gasping with the touch, still squeezing my breast as my other hand travels down. I cup my pussy and can already feel my wetness seeping through the red thong.

I rub and grind against my hand, watching intently as the