Page 2 of Dirty Little Secret
Savannah Carter is fine wine and silk. Blake Humphries is trailer trash in a jersey, and the human version of the warm side of a pillow. He’s never treated our little Savy right, and I’m surprised she even gave him the time of day to begin with.
They are polar opposites.
Where Blake is a preppy, prudish, bastard jock, she’s a fucking viper.Hypnotizing.She draws you in with just a glance, and before you know it, you’re on your knees like some lovesick fool, addicted to herpoison. There’s no mistaking that Savy is a total freak in the sheets. She has that way about her. Everything she does is one hundred percent seductress and sin, and it’s obvious that she’s holding back because of that douche.
It’s criminal.
She deserves to feel satisfied in all the right ways, and the sooner she kicks that asshole to the curb, the better. That way, Kale, Jackson, and I can finally make our move.
“Have you noticed he’s avoiding her?” Kale says from beside me. I look up to see Blake rushing in the other direction, and Savy just standing there, one hand on her hip, the other clenched tight at her side as she stares after him, a look of annoyance and disgust plastered across her beautiful face. Her body is to die for. She has curves in all the right places, and that asshole Blake sure as fuck doesn't appreciate her enough.
“Check this out.” Both Kale and I tear our gaze from her to see Jackson holding a flyer. I roll my eyes at the fucking thing.
“I’m not going to a fucking Halloween party,” I bite out.
Jax narrows his green eyesat me. “It’s a party in the fucking woods, you dumbass, and judging by the look of things, she’s single now.”
“You think?” Kale says, as if the thought is too good to be true, no matter how inescapable their break-up is. I look over to see that Savannah has stormed off, and the corner of my lips tilts into a smile.
“Trouble in paradise?”I say with a smug grin, and I don’t bother hiding the thrill in my voice.
“Isn’t it obvious? Anyway, you fucking idiots, everyone will be in costumes, which means that this is the perfect opportunity for us to wear masks and chase her ass down. She will never know that it’s us. The thought of finally fucking her senseless and making her embrace that depraved little demon inside her has me growing all kinds of hard,” Jax says, and Kale shoots him a knowing look. My cock twitches in my jeans at the thought of Jackson being hard with our Little Viper on her knees, begging for a sweet fucking taste.
“She won't know what hit her,” my twin says, and I nod because it’s true.
Savannah has always belonged to us, whether she wants to admit it to herself or not, and the sooner she accepts it, the sooner she can stop denying what she truly craves.
To be fucked by my twin brother, my best friend, and me.
I still remember the summer we went back home, and she walked in on Kale and me fucking Jackson. The look on her face was priceless, and the fact that she didn’t run away shrieking was all I needed to know.
She wanted us, too.
She has practically salivated over us for years now, curious to get a little taste of what my boys and I have to offer. Knowing that she couldn’t tear her eyes from mine while I came all over Jackson’s mouth that day makes wanting her that much more addictive. She hasn’t uttered a single word to anyone about it, trust me, I’d know if she had. Because what she saw… let’s just say that we weren’tgentle.
That’s just how we like it.
We’ve all fucked girls before. Individually, and all together. I’ve lost count of how many. But none of those women ever understood the dynamic between the three of us.
But our dirty Little Viper does.
Without a word, she simply stood there. Her wide, grey-blue eyes glazed over with desire and need, lost to a lust-fueled trance. She was captivated by the devilish things her stepbrotherswere getting up to with their best friend, and our little Savy wanted in.
“Do you think she’ll be there?” Kale asks, and I can tell that his thoughts are racing a mile a minute.
“Of course she'll fucking be there. Besides, we can just force her to go if she shows signs of bailing, though something tells me she won’t say no,” I say before standing, my eyes involuntarily searching the spot where Savy disappeared. Kale has wanted Savannah for as long as Jackson and I have, and as desperately. And when Halloween comes, that desperate need will finally ignite into a dark, uncontrollable blaze, impossible to tame.
We’ll watch the heat spill from her like blood until she’s begging—no,screamingfor us to fuck her. We’ll feed off every fragment of her surrender, lose ourselves in her chaos until she comes so completely undone, she won’t ever dream of someone else touching her.
God help the motherfucker who dares to try because I’ll put them so deep in the fucking earth they’ll be sprouting roots.
She’s ours.
Always was, and always will be.
And once we claim what’s ours, there’s no turning back.
THREE
