Page 150 of Play Dirty

Behind us, Grayson chuckled.

“Fair.”

I twisted enough to look back at Sebastian, still standing there, still catching his breath.

Still watching me.

“You coming?” I asked.

A beat.

Then he smiled, and filed in.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

~ 44 ~

HAVEN

Being carried off to bed by some thick-shouldered barbarian is in every girl’s book of bucket list fantasies.

But being carried upstairs while two equally-hot guys follow close behind, every bit as hell-bent on ravaging you from all sides?

Well, that’s when things really get crazy.

I wasn’t so much deposited on the bed as flung there. I bounced helplessly but happily in the middle of my soft down comforter. Smiling up at the three sizzling Reavers peeling their clothes off.

My own clothes came next, of course. Not that it took long, because I was all but undressed.

Modesty, it seemed, had taken a hard left turn over the past twenty-four hours.

The boys pounced, and I welcomed them each in turn.

And sometimes, they didn’t even wait their turn.

An hour passed. Then two. It could’ve been five, really. In all honesty, I was too busy to count.

Time stopped making sense after that.

It didn’t move in straight lines anymore. It stretched. Looped back. Collapsed in on itself, like a dying star.

There was just as much energy. Just as much majesty, and intensity, too.

The storm outside howled like it was trying to tear the house apart. But inside?

Everything burned.

Moments blurred together, stretching the very confines of my sexual reality. The bed. The couch. The kitchen table. Laughter that turned into something else, and sarcasm that twisted into a challenge.

“You sure you can keep up?” Sebastian had asked at one point.

“Try me,” I’d shot back.

Mistake.

Or maybe not.

Ares didn’t ask. He never did. He just took what was already there — tension, heat, momentum — and pushed it further than ever before.