Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,92

me, and it’d be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

God, all four of the guys with just me. Now that’s a dream come true.

Can I handle it though? I don’t know, but I’m willing to give it a try.

Carver sees the hunger in my eyes, and I see the moment he realizes that I’ll take this all the way. Just as our hands reach her pussy, I squeeze down, cupping it tightly. Sara grinds down against Carver’s hand with a needy groan, and even with his hand between us, I can feel the heat coming off her pussy.

Regret flashes in his eyes.

Checkmate, motherfucker.

He tears his hand away, his eyes filled with anger as he’s the first to break and back down, not having what it takes to go through with it. Sara pulls her lips away from mine, her gaze snapping back to Carver in confusion as he pushes us both back a step.

With his little game over, I tear myself away from Sara, leaving her high and dry and more confused than ever before with my plum lipstick smeared across her lips. Meeting Carver’s stare over Sara’s shoulder, I make a show of wiping my lips as a smug grin tears across my face. Without a word, I turn and walk away, silently reminding him that when he plays with fire, he’s going to get burned, but when he plays with me, I’ll get even.

As for the hurt that still sits heavily in my chest, pulsing with determination and threatening to take over my night, I can deal with that later. Because right now, I have a scratch that needs to be more than itched.

I walk back to the dance floor and I find King and Cruz, their eyes blazing with a fiery need from their positions against the wall. My body is on edge and desperate to be touched, and as if reading my mind, they both weave their way through the crowded bodies and head for the back door, more than ready to give me exactly what I need.

CHAPTER 23

Cruz’s hand slips around mine the second we step into the shadows behind the property. King steps in behind me as the desperation from calling Carver’s bluff tears through my body. I don’t know how it happened but I’m so fucking hot. I need to be touched, need to be fucked hard and I don’t care who sees it.

Maybe I’m bisexual because damn. I was not expecting my body to be so worked up, but I would have taken that all the way had he not backed down and shown his cards. Hmm, I wonder how the guys would feel if I was to introduce another girl to the mix?

But who? I bet Ember would be down, but the thought of getting naked with her just seems weird. She’s like a sister to me and I couldn’t possibly cross that line with her. Though, adding another girl to the mix would mean having to share the guys with her, and honestly, call me a selfish bitch, but I’m not down to share them like that. The second they touch her, all I’ll be able to see is red.

The boys and I made a deal when we first got together. We’d be exclusive to each other and they promised not to be with other girls, but then, how is that fair? I kissed another girl right in front of their eyes and put on a fucking show. I paraded it in front of the people at the party all to get at Carver.

My eyes bug out of my head just as King’s hands slip around my waist and start pulling at my clothes. “I kissed Sara,” I gasp, looking up at Cruz with wide, horrified eyes.

Cruz grins back at me. “You sure fucking did, babe.”

I shake my head, the panic sitting heavily on my chest. “No. I told you guys that you couldn’t be with other girls and there I was, about ready to finger fuck her just to piss off Carver. I’m horrible. I didn’t even stop to think.”

“Stop thinking now then,” King tells me, his lips dropping to my neck and making my body come alive all over again. “I’m not going to lie, it was a fucking surprise to see you kissing her, and I can’t speak for Cruz, but it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck, babe. If you want to go back there and fuck her, just say the word and I’ll