Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,90
play tonight?
I quickly scan the room and just like that, I find Cruz, his stare on my body, watching the way it moves against Ember’s as we both bring out our inner vixen and put on a show of a lifetime. I mean, if they’re going to drool like this, then they might as well start throwing some dollar bills our way, let us know just how badly they appreciate us.
I spin in Ember’s arms and find Grayson across the room, standing by the bar with a scowl torn across his face, but what’s new? As I meet his heavy stare, a smirk kicks up the side of my lips and I tease and taunt him, knowing just how badly he wants me. The ball is in his court now, and after what happened earlier in the week, he’s really going to have to step up his game.
Only one asshat left.
My gaze snaps across the room to find Carver standing in a darkened corner, and while dark corners would usually send shivers shooting down my spine, that irrational fear is now gone. Carver watches me just like the other guys do, but while hunger pulses in their eyes, there’s nothing but heated anger bubbling beneath the surface.
As my eyes meet his, I’m instantly thrown back into that small concrete holding room with his fingers deep inside my pussy and his lips pressing against mine. It was explosive, exhilarating. How could he just deny that? How can he say that there isn’t something between us? He’s fooling himself.
I know how he feels. He wants me, maybe even more than the others combined, but after pushing me away so many times, I won’t be stupid enough to put myself out there for him again.
Carver hurt me and hurt doesn’t go unpunished.
I keep my body moving, tilting my head back and showing off the long column of my neck, both King and Carver’s weakness, and while the stares from the other corners of the room fill with even more desire, Carver’s just gets harder.
I roll my tongue over my lips to keep the smile from cracking across my face. If I were to break, the moment would dissolve between us all. That might make me a tease or a whore, but I fucking love their attention on me. Nothing gets me hotter.
I keep my stare on Carver’s, my gaze heating more by the second and everything deep inside of me clenches, desperately needing him to finish what he started in that bloodied little room. Don’t get me wrong, King and Cruz both helped ease the growing ache that’s starved me all week, but it won’t be the same, not unless it’s Carver’s body I’m feeling against mine.
A bottle blonde cuts in front of Carver and my jaw clenches, watching as his hand snakes out and takes her waist.
Fucking Sara Benson. It’s like no matter what I do, she’s always there, lurking in the background. Seeing that she has just a fraction of Carver’s attention, she eats it up, and puts on the world’s biggest show.
His hand curls further around her waist, and suddenly, this game isn’t so fun anymore.
Carver pulls her in tight and her body presses against his, right where I desperately wish mine could be. His eyes don’t leave mine and I know it’s just a game to him. I was playing him, and now he’s throwing it right back in my face, but he should know me better than that. I don’t concede that easily.
If it’s a war of messy emotions that he wants, then I’m all in, and damn it, I’m going to push until I have sweet, sweet victory.
I feel the other guys’ hard stares narrowing, knowing this could get messy, but not one of them makes a move, letting it play out exactly how Carver intends. There’s only so many times Carver will allow the boys to stand in his way, and I have a feeling that quota has already been filled a million times over.
Sara raises her chin to Carver, silently asking him to kiss her, and as he drops his head, something dies inside of me, but he bypasses her lips and drops straight to the curve of her neck. Her head instantly tilts the opposite way, opening up for more.
Even from across the room I can see the pleasure pulsing through her. She thinks he’s taking her home tonight, and right now, I don’t know how far he’s going to take it.