Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,128

a single moment, they press down against mine and instantly take control.

When a man kisses me, I’m usually that girl who likes to be in control. I like to be the big man in charge with my balls of steel and domineering alpha bullshit, but sometimes, a girl just needs a broody asshole to throw her down and tell her how it’s going to be. Times like this.

Grayson’s tongue forces its way inside my mouth, and I open wide for him, needing him to toss me around like a ragdoll and fuck me until I can’t remember that today even happened. Hell, right now, I’d be happy to forget the past few months had even happened.

I curl my arms around his strong neck, holding onto him tightly as just our chests peek out from the water. A soft moan slips from between my lips and he swallows the sound just as he pulls away and drops his forceful lips to my neck, kissing and sucking while making the rest of my body silently beg for his touch.

I feel his monster cock hardening against the thin material of my bikini bottoms, his piercing pressing against my clit, so when I grind against him, I see my whole life flashing before my eyes as an electric current pulses through my body.

I tilt my head, opening my neck for more, and as I do, I look over Grayson’s shoulder to find Carver still standing in the moonlight by the table with his eyes focused heavily on me in his best friend’s arms.

The interest pulses through his hooded eyes, and while I know that this is a big step for him, I can’t resist lifting my hand off Grayson’s shoulder and with my pointer finger, slowly indicating for him to join.

Carver bites down on his bottom lip and my pussy clenches with just the thought of him keeping his eyes on me. He takes in the way that Grayson’s fingers dig into my skin, tight enough to leave bruises, and he sees the way my body responds to it, and just like that, he knows I’ll be getting fucked hard and rough with or without him.

I roll my tongue over my lips, letting him know just how badly I want him to take the bait and give me what I want, and just as Grayson’s tongue rolls up to the sensitive space below my ear and I suck in a sharp gasp, Carver pushes away from the table.

He walks toward the Jacuzzi, not once taking his eyes off me and Grayson, even when he reaches over the back of his neck and grips the top of his shirt. He shrugs out of it and I groan, knowing that nothing will change his mind now.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

His fingers fall to the top of his pants and as he gets close, he pushes them down over his narrow hips and quickly steps out of them, letting his thick cock spring free. He instantly takes it in his hand, lightly curling his fingers around it and slowly stroking up and down. I’ve never been so jealous in my life. I’d give anything to trade places with his hand right now.

As Carver steps down into the hot Jacuzzi, a thrill shoots through me. I’ve had plenty of threesomes over the past few months, but with Carver, this is a first. The butterflies storm through my stomach, making me nervous even though I have absolutely no reason to be, but I push them down because not a damn thing is about to stop me from enjoying every second of this.

Carver steps in behind me and Grayson raises his lips from my neck, only now just noticing Carver. As they meet each other’s stare over my shoulder, a wicked excitement pulses through their eyes, sending an intense shiver sailing right down my spine.

This is going to be good.

Carver’s hand falls to my waist as I feel his ready cock against my ass. Grayson doesn’t skip a beat, dropping his lips back to my neck and driving me wild with need. I look back over my shoulder and meet Carver’s stare, while reaching behind me and curling my arm around the back of his neck. “You sure?” I murmur.

His only response is to grind his cock against my ass before his lips come down on mine, kissing me deeply and letting me know to prepare myself.

King and Cruz are my soft and sweet guys, and usually, they even out Grayson’s darkness.