Newly Undead In Dark River (Dark River Days, #1)

by Grace McGinty

I closed off the part of my mind that was grossed out at the thought of drinking blood. Instead, I just let my body take over. I sucked that baby like it was my first cocktail on spring break in Cabo. All that was missing was the little umbrella and the frat boys trying to convince me to come to a snow party.

“Jesus, Sugar, don't cry. I'm a Southerner, I don't deal well with tears.”

“Oh. My. Freaking. God. This tastes like unicorns vomited rainbows and Care Bears onto my tongue, and everyone is having a party. This is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”

I wanted him, wanted him like a cheeseburger at one a.m. after a big night of tequila shots.

the Sheriff over there will notice that you are eye-fuckin' me with enough heat to cook a hash brown, and one or both of us will end up in the lockup tonight for indecency, or whatever else he can cook up to make sure I don't climb on top of all those sweet curves and play with your body like it’s a wonderland.”

And the guy was impressively endowed. He wasn't going to give Seabiscuit a run for his money, but I still wet my lips at the sight.

He still wasn't wearing a shirt, and my eyes involuntarily followed the V of his obliques to where I’d seen a very impressive D, if you caught my drift.

Brody inclined his head and then opened the front door for me, like a perfect gentleman. Like I hadn’t been sucking face with him a couple of hours ago. Well, sucking something anyway.

Judge laughed, and Brody grinned, and I realized I’d never understand men even if I lived for a million years.

But she was goddamn gorgeous. I mean, I wanted to strip naked and beg her to take me, and I was as hetero as they came. I was straight up strictly dickly. She was just that hot.

“What in the Furby-loving-fuck?” I whispered. Brody laughed, and Judge just tugged me closer to his body by my wrist. It was then I realized he’d never let it go. My Drifter was strung tighter than a rope bunny on BDSM night.

I was going to drown in all this machismo one day. Everyone dreams about how amazing a harem would be, but in all honesty, it was a fuck ton of testosterone all day, every day. Quite frankly, I was considering quitting them all, and asking Angeline and Alice if they want to make their duo a trio. Pity I liked dick so much.

“And Judge?” “He’s an asshole,” he grumbled. “But he kind of makes me want to take my pants off.” I nodded knowingly. Same. Wait, what? I jumped out of his arms. “Wait, what? I mean, I get that Judge makes you want to take off your clothes. Lord knows I’ve been there, but I mean, I didn’t realize that you, uh…”

My brain had short-circuited. But hey, you try thinking about the seriously cut, sexy man of mystery that was Judge, and then add the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, who was packaged like the kind of boy your mama warned you about. Got that image in your head? Now imagine them kissing. Hot, right? Now imagine them more than kissing. Yeah. This is why my brain wasn’t firing well.

Holy fucking shit on a dinner plate.

All I could do was make an odd mewling sound as Tex sucked on my clit, and my eyes rolled so far back in my head I saw the past.

Multi-colored rainbow frosting extruded from the corners of his lips like a rabies epidemic in Equestria. That’s where the My Little Ponies lived. I was a Pony fan. Don’t judge.

A man who knew how I liked my pancakes? Be still my heart. Someone was getting laid real soon.