Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,71

knew where I was all these years, then there’s a good possibility that she knew where we were yesterday and knew to avoid the house at all costs.

We’re fucked. How are we supposed to move forward from here? It’s like the worst game of cat and mouse that I’ve ever played, only I’m the mouse and the cat has had me surrounded since day one.

Needing to keep my mind off it, I pull out my phone and after scrolling through social media and catching up on all the bullshit celebrity scandals, I pull up the audio book about some chick named Ocean who’s been getting fucked over by a sexy billionaire dude. Though, everyone knows this bitch should have just gone home and fucked all the hot guys she left behind.

Not wanting to share this book with everyone in the car, I plug in my shitty earphones and press play, but have to quickly adjust as the sound blares through the little speakers and nearly shatters my eardrums.

There’s another two hours before we get home, and if I’m going to make it all the way back without screaming, I need a distraction.

I close my eyes and try to lose myself in the story, and for a while I do, especially when the main chick starts getting fucked within an inch of her life. A wicked grin stretches over my face as I listen to all the dirty details of the fuck fest, taking notes and trying to figure out how I can make that work with three guys instead of just one. Though, there’s no denying it. I’ve definitely got a much better deal than Oceania Munroe. The poor girl only gets to play with one dick where I get three, hopefully four if Carver would pull his finger out of his ass and get on board.

I listen to the words of Oceania getting everything she deserves, and just as she’s about to come hard, the boys start cackling around me, completely ruining my moment, more so when my whole head starts bouncing on King’s lap from his violent laughter.

“What gives?” I demand, pulling myself off his lap and sitting up to glare at the guys.

King continues shaking with laughter as Grayson desperately tries to hold his in. Cruz outright loses it, slapping his hand down on the dashboard while Carver sits in his stupid driver’s seat with a cocky as fuck smirk stretched over his gorgeous face.

I pull my earphones out of my ears and glare at each one of the fuckers. “What did I miss?” I question, the fear of missing out rapidly burning up inside of me.

King simply grabs the cord of my earphones and windmills it around, showing that while I’d put one end into my ears, I’d completely forgotten to plug the other. “Who the fuck is Ocean and who gave her the right to be hitting it so hard?”

King’s comment starts another round of laughter while all the blood drains from my face.

Well, shit. I guess the guys have been listening to my audiobook for the past hour and not one of them decided to tell me.

Just fucking great.

“So,” Cruz says, twisting around in his seat and giving me a ridiculous little grin that has me groaning to myself, knowing exactly what’s about to come out of his skilled mouth. “You read smut, huh? Is that where you learn all your little tricks?”

My hand shoots out and connects with his shoulder before I push him back into the front. “Would you prefer that I didn’t read smut? I might have to watch porn to get all my ideas, and who knows what kind of shit I might see there. All those guys with all those dicks …”

“Books, huh? I can get down with books,” Cruz says. “Do you need any more? I’m sure I can find you the good shit.”

A grin tears across my face. “Oh, no worries,” I tease. “Your mom came over and shared all her recommendations, and damn, now that woman knows where to find the good stuff. I mean, if that’s what she’s been reading then I don’t doubt that your dad is one lucky man. I bet he’s been getting it real hard for years, in every kind of position. BDSM, blood play, choking, all the good shit. Your mom is one filthy lady.”

“STOP,” Cruz rushes out, his fingers desperately clinging to the door handle as he looks across at Carver in a panic, his face turning a sickly