Gather the Storm (Blackwell Beasts, #1)

by Sadie Hunt

And not just any guys but my brother Blake’s three best friends: Jace, Wolf, and Otis. The unholy trinity of obnoxious hotness.

Well, Wolf kind of did, but it almost seemed intentional, like he had to work at it. Otis rarely looked at anyone, but every now and then I’d catch him staring before he could look away. Jace, on the other hand, stared at me all the time, something dark in his mossy green eyes that made my blood run hot.

“I know you’re not suggesting we meet her.” I didn’t need to say Daisy’s name. We were always talking about Daisy, always fucking thinking about her.

She looked so nervous, so fucking pretty, that I had to force myself not to go over and give her a hug. Keep your distance, Otis. You agreed. I cursed myself silently. I shouldn’t have agreed. Not in a million years. Because the Daisy Hammond standing in front of me was a perfect doll, the kind that needed care and protection, and I was feeling pretty damn eager to take the job.

“I’m not sure I believe that, Wolf.” And that was when I knew I was really fucked.

Wolf’s arms tightened around me. “I’m not going anywhere. Now go to sleep.” For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. So I did.

“You like to watch, sunshine? Like to watch my cock disappear inside you?”