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

by Tate James

“I’m going to come any second,” Carter admitted in a rough voice while my head swam, my hands shaking where I gripped Heath’s hips. “You?” “Yeah,” Heath agreed. “On three?” He said it jokingly, laughter shaking his voice, but Carter grunted and grabbed my hips harder. “Three.” He thrust hard, Heath matching the movement. They weren’t actually serious, though. “Two.” Thrust. “One.” Holy fuck.

HELLO????

“Shit,” Nate growled after a few moments, raising his head just an inch. “All I can see from here is Royce’s asshole. That’s a mood killer.”

“You suck at this group sex thing, Nate. You’re supposed to tell me how lovely my asshole looks from down there, or just stick a finger in or something.” “Wh-what?” I blurted, second-guessing my own hearing for a moment. “Kidding, babe,” Royce chuckled, shaking his head as he slid off the bed. “Nate would never, and I’m more of a giver than a taker.” “You’re also too much of a talker,” Nate grumbled. “Stop making this weird, bro.”

“If my balls slap yours, we both ignore it. Clear?”

LMAOOOOO

Jocelyn: Oh for duck’s sake, don’t tell me you’re dead. Must I do everything myself? Jocelyn: FUCK**

Real

“Nah, I think I quite like this version of Ashley,” Nate replied with a teasing smirk. “Tied up and gagged…helpless…” Thankfully, Nate wasn’t the one calling the shots, and Royce slashed my ropes with his very useful pocketknife. The very second I could move, I lashed out and punched Nate in the junk. Hard. With full force and all the adrenaline flooding my system just coiled up in that punch. As soon as it landed, I had regrets. That had been harder than necessary. He hadn’t seen it coming in the least and doubled over in shock and pain, the air gusting out of him with a wheeze. It almost sounded like he whimpered something as he collapsed to the floor, and I sat up to pull my gag off as I watched him. “What did you say, Essex?” I demanded, ready to fucking fight. They didn’t seem to understand how hard it’d been for me just lying there watching them all nearly die over and over again in the space of mere minutes. I was so fired up on adrenaline, my fingers were shaking. Nate rolled onto his back, still clutching his crotch in agony. “I said pineapples,” he groaned. “That was too much, even for me. We need a safe word, babe.” Carter scoffed, shaking his head. “Pussy.”

My headphones simply hadn’t paired, and I was blasting Carter’s heavy breathing and filthy descriptions through my phone speaker.

THE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT THIS GIVES ME OHHHH MY GOD

“It’s not porn. It’s Carter.” I cut him off with an eye roll. Nate’s eyes snapped to mine, like he was checking whether I was lying or not, then he fucking yeeted my phone across the room like it had bitten him. “Okay, Jesus, karma really is a bitch, huh?” I offered him a shrug. “I tried to stop you.”

a handsome, older version of Royce sat. He was dressed head to toe in Armani, and everything about his attire screamed money. His eyes, however, screamed mischief.

Yummy

Dad: On my way back now. Do you want anything else from the store? Max already asked me to pick up more lube so don’t start without me, for Christ's sake. We aren’t kids anymore. Dad: OMG THAT WAS NOT FOR YOU!! DELETE THAT!! ASHLEY, DO NOT READ THAT!!

LMAOOOAOAOAOOAAOA

Carly: OMFG I just had a dorm inspection and totally forgot to tidy my room. Bro. BRO!! I had left a butt plug and a giant bottle of lube on my bedside table!!!! RIP me, please say nice things at my funeral. Fuck my life.

LMAO