Half the Battle (Saint View Psychos, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

“Don’t talk about your thighs like they’re anything other than my favorite thing to get between.”

And yet here I was, flirting with a man, my dick hard with thoughts of how I wouldn’t have minded if he’d wanted to finish me off.

“He said to tell you that while you were sleeping, he found forty-seven issues with our security, breached the fence multiple times, and that your cabin is so lacking he knows you sleep naked.” There was another pause, and then Fang’s voice came through again, clearly holding back laughter. “He’s saying you have a nice dick.”

Speaking of, do you want to maybe try closing my door the next time you sneak into my cabin to check out my cock? There was a cold breeze that killed my morning erection dead.” “Looked fine to me.” I raised an eyebrow. “You flirting with me, Vincent?”

War snorted on a laugh. “Oh, shit. Would you look at that. Nash was on the other side of the door.” I turned in horror to War. “Did you know?” He laughed and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “I didn’t, but you know I like an audience. No biggie.” I couldn’t face Nash. “Rebel! You too?” She cracked up laughing. “Hey, I just came to check you were okay and found these two pervs standing outside. They started it.” Scythe was no less repentant. “I need a cigarette and a cold shower. That was hot.”

“Keep telling yourself that while you feel each other up, boys. Enjoy the closet.”

“I know what you’re thinking. And you’re not leaving while I’m still inside you, Bliss. Shut your brain off for a minute and just let me hold you.”

Nash, War, and Scythe stood there, shoulder to shoulder, dressed in suits. I was pretty sure my jaw was on the ground, my tongue hanging out like a panting dog. “Holy fucking shitballs, Dis,” Rebel muttered. “Good luck choosing just one.”

“I’m only gonna sneak around with you so long, Bliss. It’s fun, for now. But one day soon, I’m going to kiss you in front of everyone. Including War, and your dad, and all your friends.” His lips trailed along my jawline. “You can pretend you hate me. But I know how you moan when my cock is buried in your pussy. And I know how you’re gonna scream when I do it again.”