Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,122
the disinfectant wipes the tattoo artist had used on him and grabs a few fresh ones before quickly throwing them at me. He grabs his clothes and hastily starts getting dressed as I wipe myself off and yank my tank back over my head, leaving the bra for the car ride home.
As I jump off the table and hastily pull my pants back up my legs, Grayson crosses the room to the big window that leads to the back alley behind the shop. “After you, my thoroughly fucked queen.”
“Why, thank you,” I laugh, grabbing my shoes and bra and hauling ass toward the window. Grayson takes my hand and helps me up onto the windowsill, and as I meet his eyes, I grin back at him. “Who would have known that someone who could fuck like that could also be such a gentleman.”
“Trust me, I’m full of all kinds of secrets,” he promises me, and not a second later, he pushes me out the window and I drop down into the alley.
Grayson comes flying out after me just as we hear the door breaking free. “Hey,” the owner of the shop calls out.
Grayson’s hand falls into mine, and not a second later, we go racing down the alleyway, both laughing like a couple of hyenas. “Come on,” he roars.
I trip and fumble over my own feet, hardly able to contain myself as the laughter rips through me. We finally reach his Challenger and he all but throws me through the door as the owner comes storming out the front of his shop. “Get back here.”
Grayson dives into the driver’s seat, and before I even get a chance to catch my breath, he’s tearing down the street and putting distance between us and the shop. Though, there isn’t really a point in running. They know exactly who Grayson is and have all his contact information, but running is all part of the fun.
It takes us less than ten minutes to get back to our private road, and as Grayson drives past all the homes of our enemies, he looks across at me. “We have two choices,” he says. “I can either take you back to Carver’s place and share you with King and Cruz, or I can take you back to your place and have you all for myself.”
A grin kicks up the corner of my mouth and I feel my eyes sparkling with excitement. “As much as the thought of having all three of you at once excites me, I’ve not nearly had enough of you yet. And besides, I kinda want to throw you around and ride you like a cowgirl.”
His brow arches and a wicked smirk cuts across his face. “Just for the record,” he tells me, “I don’t give up control that easily. You’re really going to have to work for that.”
“Trust me,” I laugh. “I’ll have you begging for it in no time.”
Grayson scoffs as he sails right on by Carver’s gate and heads down the road toward mine. “So …” I continue. “Speaking of sharing, does this mean you’re on board?”
His lips press into a thin line and he thinks it over for a short second before letting out a soft sigh. “Honestly, I think maybe, yeah, I am. After having you now, I get it. Your pussy is like fucking fire, and now I understand why the guys are so down with sharing, but just so you know, if I’d had you first, there’s no way in hell I would have let you out of my sights for even a second to get close with one of the other guys. King is a fucking idiot for letting that happen.”
“But is he?” I question. “Just you wait until the four of us are alone and you see just how fucking good sharing can be. Then you’ll realize that with all this time wasted denying me, you were actually the biggest idiot of them all.”
“Those are some big claims,” he laughs, pulling up to my gate and leaning out to enter the code.
“Well, you’ve got some big competition.”
The gate peels open, and as we drive on through, we find Ember’s car waiting at the bottom of my step. “Fuck,” Grayson groans. “It’s not too late. We can turn around and go back to my place, though we risk my little brother walking in and asking to watch.”
I laugh. “No way. I don’t want to meet your brother for the first time with my ass up in