Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,87

I didn’t say a damn word. “At any point did that little messed up voice inside your head suggest that maybe, just maybe, it was a stupid fucking idea? I was awake all fucking night. At any time you could have come and told me what you’d found out. We could have worked out what to do as a group and your ass wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital again.”

I look Grayson dead in the eye, holding his questioning stare for a moment too long. “You know, I think the real question is if you think that little voice inside my head is so messed up, then why the hell did you think it was a good idea to fuck me until all I could think about was your monster cock? Actually, better yet, at what point did you think it was a good idea to get that monster cock pierced? I mean, what has to run through a guy's head to wanna shove a thick as fuck needle through their junk? Jesus, and you think the voice inside my head is messed up.”

King laughs as his hand rests on my thigh, his other hand entwined with mine. “You can’t deny it, bro. The girl is right.”

Grayson scoffs. “The girl is high on fucking pain meds.”

I scoff right back at him. “You’re just jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

I grin, knowing damn well that I’m not making any sense, but screw it. I feel good, and if I want to talk shit after being stabbed by a deranged, crazy dude, then fuck it, I will. “Jealous of my pierceless pussy.”

Grayson turns back around, staring at me with a straight face, his usual cocky smirk well hidden. “Really?”

“You’re damn right.”

“Ellie, having that fat as fuck needle sliding through my cock was one of the best things that ever happened to me because despite how fucking bad it hurt, it means that every night after tasting your sweet little pierceless pussy, I get to fuck it and listen to you scream as that tiny piece of metal slides in and out of your tight cunt.”

Well, damn. Monster cock’s got me there.

Everything inside of me clenches but it’s short lived as Carver hits another bump and then swerves, throwing Grayson back into his seat. Though, something tells me that hitting that bump wasn’t as accidental as his stupid innocent face is letting on.

“Hey, Monster Cock.” Grayson slowly turns back around, meeting my stare with an impatient silence. “Speaking of tasting my sweet little pierceless pussy, why don’t you sneak into my bedroom after these assholes have finished fussing over me and really make me feel better?”

Grayson’s brows arch as Cruz scoffs from beside me. “Don’t even fucking think about it. If anyone is tasting you today, it’s me.”

“Don’t get feisty,” I laugh, looking up at him with a wide grin and melting as he meets my gaze with a heated one of his own. “You can all have a turn, but Monster Cock first. Watching him Superman out that broken window got me all shades of hot.”

Carver grumbles from the front seat. “No one is fucking when we get home. Winter is going to her damn bed and staying there until we can be certain that she can walk around without her stitches tearing open.”

I roll my eyes. “Ugh, fun police,” I mutter, reaching forward and nudging his elbow that rests on the center console. “You should try fucking one of these days. It’ll do wonders for that attitude that’s always shoved right up your ass.”

Carver ignores me as King and Cruz silently shake with laughter on either side of me, probably enjoying me being high on pain meds more than they should. “Maybe you’ve forgotten, but there’s a crazy, psychotic killer after you who will stop at nothing to end you, and as of five hours ago, was exposed. With Harding out of the game, she’s got no one now. No inside information, no one getting her the codes, and no one telling her where the fuck you’re going to be. I give her twenty-four hours until she figures out that Harding is out, and after that, she’s going to be desperate. She’s un-fucking-hinged and will be coming at you full force with bullshit attacks that haven’t been thought out. It’s going to be messy and brutal, the kind of shit that you don’t want to get caught up in. Is that clear?”

I clench my jaw, hating his tone. I know all of this.