Page 139 of Play Dirty

I felt warm and fuzzy inside. Flashes of last night came back; swelteringly hot memories of being sandwiched between them. Ares. Sebastian. Taking me from both ends. Trading off on me… until—

Grayson.

In the shower. Beneath the swirling steam. Up against the tile, with my legs scissored around him and our bodies pressed together so tightly it felt like our souls had become one.

I returned to reality, where Sebastian had just broken our kiss. I had just enough time to take half a breath before Grayson was turning my head his way, and planting his gorgeous lips on mine.

Fuck.

I kissed him fervently, eagerly, as his hands roamed my snow-covered body. It wasn’t enough to have one of them. I had to have all three.

Greedy, Haven.

Yes. Maybe.

But if that’s what it took—

“Hey,” I heard Ares say. “Look at the sky.”

Tilting our heads, we tried. Whatever was left of the sky had been obliterated by all new clouds.

All new dark clouds.

“We should go inside,” Ares urged. “Storm’s coming back.”

Sebastian’s mouth dropped open.

“Storms… come back?”

“This one does,” Ares grunted, and headed for the porch.

We moved fast after that. Back up the steps, through the door, dragging cold air in with us before it slammed shut behind us.

The house felt warm. Cozy.

Like it was welcoming us home.

I stood in the entryway for a while, dripping onto the floor, pushing wet hair back from my face as I looked at the three of them.

They were all looking at me, too. Not the way they had before.

Not joking. Not sarcastic. Not casual.

They looked aware.

All of them.

“Okay…” I said, trying — failing — to sound normal. “To be clear: that was supposed to be normal.”

Sebastian shook his head with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

Ares stepped closer.

“Was it?”

I didn’t answer. Because no part of me believed that normal even existed anymore.