Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,117
a few hundred times, you might just be cool with it?”
Carver rolls his eyes and, in a flash, his hand is spanking down on my ass. “I’m not that opposed to it. I’ve gotten used to it over the past couple of months. It’s easier knowing that they’re in love with you too.”
“They’ll never hurt me,” I promise him. “Just like I know you won’t.”
Carver nods, his eyes softening. “I know,” he whispers. “But does this mean that you’re finally going to come back to my bed? I’ve fucking hated not having you there.”
A smug as fuck grin twists across my face. “Then you shouldn’t have been such an asshole,” I remind him. “But you know that I don’t have those nightmares anymore?”
“I know. I used to sneak into your room at night and sit by the end of your bed, just to make sure they were gone,” he tells me, making my brow arch right up into my hairline. “But … fuck. You're not the only one who struggles to sleep when the darkness seeps in. Maybe I need you too."
A wide smile stretches across my face and I put that little nugget of information away, saving it for later. “We’ll see,” I tell him. “But now you have three other guys who all want me in their bed too. It’s not so simple anymore. You might just have to get in my bed and prepare yourself for Cruz to accidentally spoon you in the middle of the night.”
Carver grins back at me. “You think you can scare me off with a little bit of man spooning?” he laughs. “It’s not the first time I would have woken in the middle of the night to find Cruz moaning in my ear. That kid needs to work on his boundaries.”
My hand drops to feel the tight ridges of his abs. “Speaking of boundaries,” I grumble, nerves flooding through my veins. “If I was riding you right now and the boys walked in and wanted to join, are you going to send them away or are you down?”
Carver reaches up and pulls my bottom lip out from between my teeth. “As long as I get to see your pretty face when you come, I’m down for just about anything.”
A grin tears across my face and I rock my hips against him, feeling him hardening beneath me. I raise up onto my knees and take his big cock in my hands as I feel his seed dripping from within me, mixing with my arousal. “Well then,” I say, lowering myself down onto him. “Why don’t we test that theory then?”
Carver grins and just as I’m about to yell out to the boys, his hand comes down over my mouth. “Don’t even think about it,” he grins. “I know I promised to share, but that doesn’t mean that I’m ready to share right now.”
And just like that, he lifts us both up off the desk and moves across the room, kicking the gun out of the way and not stopping until my back is pressed hard against the wall of my father’s office, and only then does he fuck me into submission.
CHAPTER 29
King stands between my legs, his face nuzzled into my neck as I sit up on the kitchen counter. His lips tickle, but they’re so damn warm that the thought of pushing him away physically pains me. Besides, what woman in her right mind would ever push such a beautiful specimen away?
His lips move up to that little space below my ear and my whole shoulder and head squish together, trying to control just how sensitive it is as a ridiculous, girly giggle tears out of me. What is it about this spot on my neck? Had he touched me like that while his cock was also buried deep inside of me, I’d welcome it proudly, but right now, it tickles like a goddamn bitch.
My hands slip up the front of King’s shirt, feeling his strong muscles as he grinds between my legs. A soft moan rumbles through my chest and as my legs wrap around his waist to pull him even closer, an irritated sigh sounds across the kitchen.
“Knock it off,” King grumbles, his words muffled by my neck.
“I didn’t do shit,” Carver says from his perch in front of the fridge. He’s been staring at the contents for the last five minutes and I’m starting to wonder if he’s attempting to manifest whatever the fuck he’s looking for because