BooksBarbecue
Back No Save Point Save as PDF
Chapters (48)
  1. Foreword
  2. Preface
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
  23. 21
  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. About the Author
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by S.L Gray
  47. Off the Record
  48. Book 2 in Co-op Corrupted Duet

Carter’s breath stutters, his grip bruising, his entire body locking up, then, he lets go filling me. Spilling inside me with a broken whimper, his fingers digging in so tight.

Tate is right fucking there with him. His cock throbs against my tongue, his fingers tangled in my hair as he groans low, rough, completely unbothered as he fills my throat, holding me there, making sure I swallow every single drop.

Carter shudders beneath me, his breath uneven, his body still trembling.

Tate cocks his head as he drags his fingers down my jaw before pulling back just enough to tilt my chin up and force me to look at him. “Oh, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his thumb presses against my lips, smearing his cum across them. “We’re just getting started.”

22

Carter

I can’t breathe, I can’t think. Haven is still on top of me, my cum dripping out of her, her body trembling from everything we just did, her breath unsteady as she recovers.

I just had the single greatest moment of my entire fucking life. I can still feel her around me, still feel the way she clenched down, still hear the way she moaned my name, still taste her on my lips, still feel the goddamn high of it.

Fucking Tate. His voice cuts through the haze, filled with amusement that makes my stomach twist. What. The. Fuck?

My brain stutters, my muscles locking up, my pulse still too high, my body still too sensitive to even begin to process what the fuck he just said. But I know one thing, I don’t like it. My arms tighten around Haven on instinct, my grip possessive, my breath still ragged as I snap my head toward Tate, my voice rough. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Tate just tilts his head, I can feel his stupid smirk, I can hear it in the slow, taunting way he exhales. He strokes a hand down Haven’s spine, my jaw clenches, my muscles locking up all over again. “Just finishing what you started, little brother.”

My stomach plummets, my brain catching up, my body going cold despite the heat still lingering between me and Haven.

No, this isn’t fucking happening. I just had her, she’s mine. She came for me, she broke for me, she let me be the one.

And now, Tate is, what? Just sliding in like he fucking owns her, like he has some goddamn right? I shake my head, still trying to wrap my mind around the absolute insanity of what is happening right now, my voice strained as I repeat, “What the fuck do you mean, you’re just getting started?”

Tate lets out a low chuckle, and then without hesitation, without any fucking ounce of restraint, he grips Haven’s waist, his fingers pressing into her skin, keeping her right where he wants her. “Her pussy’s about to get filled again.”