The Play (Briar U, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

It’s funny, but people expect me to be more reckless than I actually am. I mean, I’ll dance at the drop of a hat, no matter where I am. I’ll talk to strangers in the CVS checkout line. And sure, if someone asked me to go skydiving or bungee jumping I’d consider it.

I know that when I see their tongues touch, I want to rip his out of his mouth and wear it around my neck like a war trophy while I fuck Demi right in front of him.

“Oh my fucking God, Demi! Never touch my dick again.” I let out a howl of laughter. “Hands are too cold?”

“That’s mean.” “No, what’s mean was that war crime you just committed against my penis.”