Page 188 of Play Dirty

Soul.

Hands slid down my thighs. Up my jersey. Over my breasts. A pair of warm, wet lips closed over my neck, just as my mouth was passed to whomever was next in line.

“H—How much time do we have again?” I whimpered, softly.

Pillows scattered. The floor became littered with them.

“Enough,” Grayson murmured, dragging his fingers over my bare ass.

Strong hands pulled me downward. Into heat, into pressure, into something already building.

“Never enough,” Sebastian disagreed, kissing my shoulder.

A hand slipped around my waist from behind. Fingers spreading.

Shifting downward….

“But we’ll make it count.”

~ 54 ~

HAVEN

It didn’t feel real.

That was the first thought.

Not the heat. Not the hands. Not the way my pulse jumped the second they closed in from all sides.

Just—

This.

The jersey.

My jersey.

The fabric brushed my thighs every time I moved, light and familiar and completely wrong for what was happening — yet at the same time, so totally right.

I hadn’t worn it in years. Not like this.

Not for this.

And definitely not for them.

A shiver rolled through me that had nothing to do with the room.

I was still catching my breath when Ares pulled me back down. Not gently, not rough, but certain. Authoritative.

Like I had no right to be anywhere but exactly where he wanted me.

Where they all wanted me.

God…

The heat came back fast. Faster than it should’ve. Like it had never really gone away — just dipped low enough to breathe before surging back again.

Hands found me.