Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,91

like deep, dark vortexes drawing me in, but I hold my ground. Dante Carver will not be getting the best of me tonight.

As if sensing the hurt pulsing through my chest, a cocky as fuck grin pulls up the corners of his lips, and just to add insult to injury, his hand falls to her thigh and slowly trails across her skin.

Nope. Fuck that.

If Carver wants this to get messy, then that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

I keep my eyes glued to his, watching as his lips move against her neck and she moans his name.

His eyes harden as he watches me approach, but he doesn’t relent, doesn’t pull away even to tell me to fuck off.

I step in right behind Sara, and as my tits press up against her back, her head turns and she narrows her eyes at me. “Fuck off, bitch. He doesn’t want you.”

I roll my tongue over my lips and watch as her gaze drops. I bring my hand up and gently brush my fingertips down her makeup filled cheek. “Maybe I want you,” I murmur, watching her eyes widen in confusion.

I slip my other hand around her bare waist, feeling as she sucks in a breath, her skin on one side and Carver’s solid abs on the other. Carver raises his head, watching me closely and keeping my eyes on him, I play him at his own game and drop my lips to the sensitive curve of her neck.

A breathy groan slips from between her lips and the way her back straightens for just the slightest moment tells me that she’s surprised she likes my touch, but when she relaxes into it, I keep going, feeling Carver’s stare harden while the guys behind me watch with an intense interest. I can almost hear the thoughts shooting through Cruz and King’s minds, planning exactly what’s on the agenda for tonight.

Sara’s hand slips up the front of Carver’s shirt, desperately trying to pull his attention away from me, but she has no chance in hell. She’s just a pawn in a much bigger game, one she doesn’t even know she’s playing.

My hand curls around the front of Sara’s neck and I gently squeeze, watching the way she reacts to my touch and I have to admit, I’m a little surprised how much she likes it. My lips keep working her neck and I slowly draw my hand higher until my fingers are curled around her chin.

I force her face to mine and with Carver’s eyes on me, and the stares of the whole school, I drop my lips to hers.

Sara kisses me back and a strange awkwardness pulses through me. I’m not going to pretend she’s not hot, but I seriously have absolutely no desire to kiss her. She’s a good kisser though, so I guess that’s a bonus.

My hand falls over Carver’s hand on her thigh and my fingers instantly slip between his. Go hard or go home, right?

I slowly draw our hands up her thigh, sliding them under her short skirt and across the front of her leg, getting higher and higher with each passing second. She moans into my mouth and I take a silent moment to thank whoever lives above that she’s been sipping on strawberry cruisers all night.

My eyes flash to Carver’s, and fuck me, I’ve never seen them so dark. Even if this wasn’t a game and the only way I could truly have Carver is to have Sara too, I’d fucking take it, and I think he sees that determination pulsing in my eyes.

Our hands continue to move, inch by inch toward her pussy, the challenge sitting heavily between us. He can obviously see that I’m willing to go as far as it takes, but will he? Does he have what it takes to truly touch another girl or is he going to concede and admit that this was all a ploy to get under my skin?

He knows I’m trying to call his bluff, but fuck it, he’s just as stubborn as I am, if not more. Sara might just get fucked tonight if neither of us is willing to back down, but her neediness tells me that’s exactly what she’s hoping for, even if she does hate me.

I’m not going to lie; the whole thing is hot and makes me yearn for a threesome with Carver. I can only imagine how good it’d be with him taking control and not being a little bitch-ass pussy. He would dominate