Page 147 of Play Dirty

“Unless you’re into that,” I chuckled.

“Depends,” said Grayson. His gaze dipped as low as my thighs for a moment, before crawling up again. “Are you coming too?”

Damn.

A few days ago, the answer would’ve been easy.

“I—I dunno, maybe?” I stammered. “Possibly? I have to think.”

I averted my eyes shyly for a moment. It didn’t make sense, really, but it’s all I could do.

“Yeah, well don’t think for too long,” Grayson smirked. He nodded at my sweat-soaked outfit. “Soon you’re gonna smell like that time a raccoon died in the hot house.”

Ares made a choking noise. Like the memory had gagged him.

“And you do not want that,” Grayson chuckled.

They turned and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. And my thoughts were fucked up. Really fucked up.

I stood there for a moment, staring around the gym. Their scent still lingered, long after the silence settled in.

There’s three of them, Haven.

Oh, I was aware. I was very, very aware.

And you’ve been with all of them.

I didn’t know whether to feel proud or frightened. Or proudly frightened. Or—

A gust of wind rattled the snow-covered windows. It cast shifting shadows across the old study, as I struggled for ideas on what to do next.

You know exactly what to do nex—

I covered my ears against my own internal voice, and made my way into the kitchen. The house was a lot warmer than it should be. The old radiators ticked constantly, like the place was trying to overcompensate for the storm working to bury it alive.

I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I could pretty much wring it out at this point.

It was too hot. Too much.

Too—

“Stripping down without us?”

I turned at the sound of the voice.

Sebastian.

“How fast did you shower?” I asked.

“I didn’t.”

“Then why are you—”

He stepped into me, pinning me against the counter. His kisses were aggressive, but not rushed. I should’ve felt sweaty and self-conscious. Hesitant. Careful…

Yeah, right.

For a minute or two we were all over each other, making out like teenagers. His hands were everywhere — my waist, my hips, sliding up my sides like he couldn’t decide where he wanted me most. I felt the heat of him through what little fabric was left between us, solid and unrelenting, and it sent a shiver straight through me that had nothing to do with the storm.