Page 251 of Wrong Pucking Player

To watch that wave of possessiveness really sweep through him until I’m left with this version of Wyatt Cyrus Jr. that has my entire body buzzing from the press of his lips against mine.

I’ve kissed plenty of men.

Plenty that I’ve lost count.

Different lips, scents, tastes.

But God… nothing prepares you for kissing a man that makes you feel like a wired explosive.

The fresh taste of scotch.

The lingering tobacco.

The mind-consuming essence that devours me with this fevered kiss.

We’re barely moving—our bodies are frozen as if time itself has stopped for this public affair of affection, but our lips are moving.

Our breaths loud and swift.

Our tongues fight to completely entangle with one another.

The way I groan is so low, yet the sound resonates with exactly how I feel in the depths of my soul.

I knew the moment I let Kenzie into my heart, she’d be an addiction I wouldn’t dare stop.

Then came Wyatt into the mix, and now I’m sure he’s the spark that connects one and two together.

He’s the key between us three.

And if we play our cards right, this can be more than just a relationship between us.

This can be the rise that no one sees coming.

“Mine.” He finally says the word I’ve been looking for when neither of us can keep up this intense connection.

We’re catching our breaths, our bodies still like statues sitting in this booth, but his tantalizing stare proves that I read him correctly from day one.

That he wasn’t mad I was stealing Kenzie away from him.

He was mad that he didn’t have the courage to ask for both of us.

To acknowledge he wants more.

“You and Kenzie,” he pants but ensures his voice is as firm as it can be. “You’re both fucking mine, and no one will destroy that.”

There it is.

I unlocked that dangerous beast in him that he’s fought to keep at bay for years.

He has all the tools he needs to solve the problems that have been holding him back.

And now, his enemies can see what they’re about to face if they play the wrong move.

“Cyrus Jr.”

Neither of us acts immediately to the voice. It’s a sluggish reaction, and maybe that’s a good thing because it irritates our new arrivals.

“Didn’t know you were fucking gay, Cyrus Jr.”

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