You're Next (Devil's Backbone, #3)

by Tate James

“No, they’re for the other girl with a massive sweet tooth that I rescued from a psych hospital last night.”

Instead, all I could do was moan like a

porn star when the original glaze coated my tongue.

“Stop it,” he growled. “Or this will be a very long drive back.”

“Stay on topic, Essex. You fucking had me committed to a psych hospital so your insane mother could play games with my head.”

“I did not have you committed, Layne. I’m the one who came and got you

out, or were you too out of it to remember that part?”

“For what it’s worth, Ashley, it was a reciprocal form. You didn’t give me any power that I didn’t give to you in return.”

“Whoa, hey, what’s going on, Duckling? Why are you freaking out about seeing your mom?”

“They told me she was dead,” I finally croaked out. “They said she and Max died in a plane crash on their way to New York and—”

Heath: Every moment with you feels like a beautiful dream I never want to wake up from. You're the love I never knew I needed, and now I can't imagine my life without you. Thank you for coming back to us.

Typical. He didn’t want anyone knowing we’d fucked.

“Professor Reynard? Your ex-wife and Nate’s mother?”

“Yes. We are. Max, she’s certifiably insane, and I say that as someone who just spent the last however many days locked up in a psychiatric hospital. She is un-fucking-hinged. And is utterly obsessed with hurting you, Mom. I was just collateral damage.”

“It’s not just Ashley who’s being hurt in this. She tried to kill Heath, Dad, and we both know she was always more fond of him than she was of me. Not to mention how many other people have died or been hurt under the manipulations of her and Dr. Fox’s hypnosis. If she’s willing to do all that…who knows what else she’s capable of?”

“I think Jocelyn is the one responsible for those deaths, and Katie was just as much a victim as the students who died,”

“How does Abigail fit into this?”

“No…it’s hazy, but I definitely got the impression Abigail was originally involved as an active researcher or something. Like maybe she volunteered to test out something and it went wrong and left her like that? I don’t know, but the whole diary that I found in my room was fake. It was written by Jocelyn.”

“Fuck, I missed you, Spark.”

“Fuck, Spark,” he gasped between deep, drugging kisses. “You’re going to need to be the responsible adult here and stop us before things get carried away.”

“What if I wanna get carried away?”

“I only live to please you, Spark. But you’d better be quiet about it if you don’t want an audience.”

“Shhh, Spark. I just need to feel

you come on my dick, then I can let you go.”

“Oh fuck, Carter…I missed you too.”

“Dude!” someone exclaimed nearby, and I lifted one heavy lid to find Heath standing by the kitchen doorway. “Are you two serious right now? Here? Now? Ashes, your mom could walk back in here literally any second.”

“That’s why we’re being quick,” Carter replied with a grunt, not letting up his pace for even a second, “and quiet. Right, Spark?” “Yup!” I squeaked out. “Quick and ohhhh fuck!”

“That’s it, Spark,” Carter purred as I bent over and wrapped my lips around Heath’s cock. “Good girl, taking a quick trip to Paris in your mother’s kitchen.”

Holy fuck. The double sensation of them coming inside me was shocking in an unexpectedly pleasant sort of way, and I swallowed fast to keep from choking on Heath’s load.

“Nice,” Heath laughed, and I glanced up in time to catch him high-fiving Carter. Fucking boys.

I’d take double dicking over high fives any damn day of the week.

“Royce is going to be so pissed that he missed out.”

“Fuck, I needed that. I finally feel alive again.”

I nodded my agreement, already thinking of all the ways I wanted to have the four of them sharing me in bed and debating how many times they could make me come before I passed out or became dehydrated. Wait. Three. The three of them. Carter, Heath, and Royce. Three. I’d chalk that math slipup to overexhaustion and residual brain fog.

“You’ve got it, babe. I love you.”

“Really glad you’re here. I always sleep so much better with you.”

“Mmm, that’s a shame because I was hoping you’d wanna not sleep with me this morning,”

“Beg for it, baby. Beg me to fuck this sweet little pussy of yours and remind you that no matter what happens…you’re mine now. And I’m never letting go.”

Oh fuck, possessive Royce was back and I was here for it. “Please, Royce,”

“Please, fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I need to feel th...

Fuck, I loved him. “Never. Leave. Me. Again,”

“Never again, Squirrel. Promise me!”

“I promise,” I uttered in the midst of my climax.

“Fuck you, Nate,” I hissed after him. “You do not get to judge me.”

“No thanks. Once was enough.”

But if something did happen between you two…”

“Then it’d be okay with us. You already know,

the four of us are closer than brothers, so as badly as I want to keep you all to myself, I’d also never deny any of them ...

“But to be perfectly clear,”

“If he hurts you, I’ll gut him myself and feel no remorse.”