Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

I looked at Bria. “How do you put up with him?” Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. “She puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,” he smirked. “Flexible too.” I groaned. “I did not need to hear those last two.

Oh yes. You’ve caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies.

Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

You won't hurt me. I know you won't." Logan said. "How can you be so sure?" I whispered. "Because you're that Gypsy girl, and I'm the bad-boy Spartan. And I think it's time we were finally together, don't you?

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again