“Not true.”
“Damn straight. You’ve seen me with countless women. And you ignored me every time. You enjoy breaking my heart.”
“Better yours than mine.”
“How about we stop hurting each other. No more broken hearts. No more hatred. No more anger. It’s Christmas Eve. In a few hours it’ll be Christmas. Why not just keep playing games?”
“What about the uh, licking part?”
“Oh, we’re definitely doing the licking part. I’m just waiting on you to lie back and spread them legs for me. Fair is fair, witch.”
Not a witch. But, she couldn’t tell him that.
“We’ll have to tell him one day,” Vicky said.
“Why?”
“Because The Deciders are coming after Sin. We can’t just let them take the only witch on this plane that I’m friends with. She likes the same shows as I do.”
“I know, right?”
“Okay,” Winter said with a huff. “I lost. I’ll play by the rules. Let me go freshen up.”
“You bathed before I got here.”
“How do you know?”
“I smell soap on you. Not perfume.”
Him and that damn nose.
“But isn’t it a sexy nose.”
“You think everything about him is sexy.”
“So do you. Remember the time we sucked his dick. Remember the sounds he made when we did that. Remember how good it felt when he grabbed our hair and slid his cock into out mouth.”
Winter crossed her legs and leaned away from Rhen, jerking her hand from his grasp.
“Oh, he’s touched more than our hand. Remember the way he used to grip our hips from behind and fuck us until we couldn’t think straight.”
A purr rumbled through her chest. Apparently, War remembered to.
“Kitten.”
Damn, he’d heard it too. Her gaze jerked to Rhen’s. “Huh?” He had his head lowered. When he lifted it, she could see the desire in his dark eyes. It was so intense, she could damn near feel it.
“Take that dress off,” he told her, voice low, deep, dangerous. “Now.”
“Yes, sir,” Vicky growled.
“Yes, sir,” War purred.
Winter swallowed, and the whispered, “Yes, sir.”
His eyes started to glow. It was right then that she knew she was in trouble. No. Correction.
Her pussy was in trouble.