Fu*kboys in Flannel (Ravens of Hollow Hill #1)

by Rory Ireland

“Fuck Mase. You make this too fucking easy. You keep being a fucking Neanderthal with your one word grunts and that sweet little spitfire will fall into my arms.”

“You are no better than me, Bennett. You and I are the very same. You just dress up your crazy in costumes to hide. I wear mine on my sleeves, proudly. Go fuck yourself.”

“Excuse you? I must have misheard you because it sounded like you said my little cousin is the cause for this little dick measuring contest. I know neither of you are fucking my cousin. I will castrate you both.”

“Did you dress like a whore on my account? Or is this for Mason?”

“I warned you to stay off the Ravens’ dicks. And like a fucking dumbass, you rattled two of their cages.”

"You want us both? We'll give you a taste of your little fantasy,"

“You can fuck me until I die, and I’d still never choose.” “Don’t fucking tempt me,” he growls before dropping his lips back to my aching core.

“You came in here smelling like sex so clearly you got a little piece of my cousin. I hope you and Bennett figured it the fuck out. I’m not dealing with either one of you being mopey ass bastards. I got enough shit on my plate. I’m not about to be Dr. Phil up in this motherfucker, either.”

“Keep running. Make me work for it. It’ll make it that much sweeter when I fuck you into the dirt and make you as dirty on the outside to match your insides. I know what you think about late at night, dipping your fingers into your panties and stroking your needy little pussy. I’ve read your journals.”

“I believe her when she says she can’t choose. Page after page of her journal is about us. Mason and Bennett. Bennett and Mason. She never focuses on one more than the other. All her dirty little fantasies revolve around having both of us. At the same time. Tessa Clarke wants the Slade brothers. In every way possible. Isn’t that right?”

“Best looking prey we’ve caught on this side of the mountain, isn’t it, brother?”

“And I want you to tell my brother that my cock is the only one you want buried inside of you, but we can’t always have what we want, now can we?”

“Fuck my face, baby. I want to feel your come drench me and then I’m gonna fuck you in this fluffy ass bed as requested.”

“I always stare at you. You just tend to not notice until I’m naked and hovering above you. I like pretty things, and you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever had my hands on.”

“Open those eyes, spitfire. We want you to remember the one and only time a Raven has ever bent to your will. We’ll give you whatever you want because you’re ours now. Ours to toy with. Ours to take care of. Ours to fuck. Ours to love.”

“You ever think we’d get to this point?” I ask my brother. “You mean living on our own with Tessa in a house still controlled by Dad. No. If you mean in a relationship together with her, also no. I was about ninety-nine percent sure I was going to kill you by the time three months went by.”

“It’s Clarke,” Tessa retorts and Atlas just smirks. “Nah it’s Bishop. Maybe one day it’ll be Slade. Two lovers. Two brothers. Don’t even have to pick between last names.”

“Leave your rides. They’ll be ready tomorrow. As you can see, I’m fucking busy and I don’t bow down when Rhodes fucking calls. Or any of you fucking Ravens. Not even your god Rhett. So before you start squawking, just nod and say see you tomorrow. Go fucking call for a ride. Grab a hotel room. I really don’t care, just fuck off.”

“Love you, Tess. Even when you drive me absolutely fucking crazy. But it’s debatable when you ride with Mason instead of me.”

“You’re going to be dripping both of us down your legs by the time we’re done with you. Now be a good girl and slide down that dick so I can claim my place.”

Watching my brother and my girl fucking has my dick pulsing knowing that in minutes I’ll be sliding into her tight heat as well and I’m rushing to coat myself,

“I swear to fuck I hope my balls crash against yours and you lose your fucking erection, you motherfucker.”

“All that shit talking you do and now you want to tap out. You can take it, spitfire. Re-fucking-lax.”

“There’s our girl. Look at you, baby. Stuffed full of Slade dick just like you wanted.”