Page 187 of Play Dirty

Ares’s eyes crawled me up and down, before he let out a long, slow breath.

“… yeah,” he said. “That works.”

Sebastian bit his lip.

“Jesus.”

Grayson stepped closer; close enough that I felt it before he touched me. His fingers brushed the edge of the jersey. Slid just slightly underneath.

“You never hesitate,” Grayson breathed. “Even back then.” He nodded toward the television. “You already know where the play’s going before it happens.”

I shrugged it off, trying to play coy.

“That’s kind of the job.”

“No,” he said, pressing closer. “That’s instinct.”

A beat.

“The same instinct that walked into this house and didn’t run.”

“That was questionable judgment,” I said lightly.

“Yeah,” Sebastian smirked. “Lucky for us.”

My breath caught, as they all stepped in. I could feel their presence. Their heat. Their rising excitement, which mirrored my own.

“Tomorrow,” Ares murmured, “they’re going to try to take control of the game.” He shook his head. “They’re not getting it.”

Sebastian shook his head once. “Not a chance.”

“But tonight?”

Ares’s hand settled over my hip, pulling me into him as his mouth found mine. His kiss was hot, immediate, and unapologetic. The kind of kiss that made your knees buckle, and stole your breath completely away.

The hot part came immediately afterward. Because right in the middle of kissing me… Ares took me by the jaw, and turned my head toward Grayson.

Fuuuuuuck.

My lips slid from one man to the other. There was no hesitation, no pause. One minute I was kissing Ares, and half a second later Grayson’s hot tongue was sliding against mine. He held me steady, pulling me against his hard body like I belonged to him.

And in so many ways… I did.

I knew that now.

A hand came up, fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face in another direction. Sebastian’s kisses were equally intense, but softer at the edges. I surged forward, into his hot breath, his hands sifting through my hair as he staked his claim, taking the part of me that was his.

And in that moment I realized something.

I belonged to all of them.

All of me.

There were no boundaries, nothing to fight over. I was all theirs — utterly and completely.

Mind.

Body.