Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I just need to survive for five more minutes before King can slide me into my bed and dose me up on painkillers. “You’re going to be alright,” King murmurs, dropping a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll have you home in no time.”
And just like that, the boys sneak my ass out of there, managing to bypass the other fourteen heads of Dynasty who are slowly making their way out of the underground world.
Within minutes, I’m lying across the backseat of Carver’s Escalade as he careens down the road toward his home. King’s arms are still curled around me, and before I know it, the car is skidding to a stop at the top of Carver’s driveway.
I cringe with the jumpy movements, but knowing that my painkillers are calling my name on the other side of the door makes everything so much better. So, when Carver races round to open the back passenger door, I all but jump out at him, desperate to get inside.
CHAPTER 7
A sharp, howling laugh tears out of me as Cruz squishes in beside me on Carver’s massive couch. His arm drapes around my shoulder as his hand holds his phone up between us. “No way,” I squeal, seeing the video playing on his phone.
I take the phone right out of Cruz’s hand and can’t help but glance across the room at Grayson, who up until a second ago was minding his own damn business, but from the twisted grin that stretches across my face, I think he knows exactly what I’m seeing.
“God, no,” Grayson says, his face draining of all color as he looks at Cruz. “If that’s what I think it is, you’re going to fucking die.”
I can’t help but drop my gaze back to the phone, and as I do, I press the volume button on the side and listen as the sweet sound of Grayson’s groan travels through the room.
I instantly clench my thighs. What is it about Grayson that gets me so worked up?
My gaze travels over the video of Grayson. He wears nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that show off every little line and curve of his monster cock. His shirt is nowhere to be found, and that magnificent tattoo is well and truly on display for the world to see. Though, in this video, it only has half as much detail as it does now.
Grayson’s eyes are right on the camera, and despite knowing that he made this video for some other girl, I can’t help but feel as though he’s staring right into my soul.
His hand roams over his body, and as it slowly travels down and palms his cock over his sweatpants, everything south of the border comes alive. I see every outline; I see the way his cock hardens beneath his touch and the small metal ball at the top of his piercing. He hasn’t even lost his pants and already, it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
I bite down on my lip, chewing at it as I glance up over the phone to find Grayson’s heated, intense eyes on mine. He likes me watching him like this. It’s getting him hard just as it’s getting me wet. It’s been way too long since the boys have touched me. Well, mostly. They sneak into my bed at night and disappear beneath the sheets, but they’ve been gentle with me, and while they’ve been giving me exactly what I need, they’ve refused to give me what I want.
Another soft groan cuts through the room, and I can’t resist tearing my stare off Grayson’s and looking back down at the phone. I watch as his hand disappears inside his sweatpants and fists his hard cock, and once again, my thighs clench, desperately trying to relieve the ache that pulses between my legs.
His sweatpants restrict his movement, and as he grows frustrated with them, he pushes them down over his hips, freeing his pierced monster cock.
My mouth waters, but it’s nothing compared to when he roams his tight fist up and down, teasing me.
It’s mesmerizing, and I find myself watching the entire show as Cruz laughs next to me, completely oblivious to the sexual trauma he’s unknowingly thrown upon me. I glance up, my tongue rolling over my bottom lip as I meet Grayson’s heavy stare.
He gets it, and he fucking wants it.
The little red line at the bottom of the video tells me that there’s only thirty seconds left, but I don’t need that little line to know how close he is to finishing. I can read his body almost as well as I can read mine. There’s the way his abs are clenched, his jaw locked, and his fist tightening. His movements speed up, needing it hard and fast as his soft groans and growls get deeper and more demanding.