Dynasty (Boys of Winter 1)

I run for the gate, slipping through it just before it closes while having to keep my bike trapped on the outside, but no one drives down here anyway. With the first gate at the top of the private road and my bike hidden in the bushes, it’ll be fine. If only for the hour it’ll take to bust their asses wide open.

The second I get in through the gate, I dive into the shadows of a tree, keeping myself concealed as I watch the Escalade make its way down the drive. I run from tree to tree, getting closer each time and hoping that the guys haven’t spotted me, but they’re probably far too busy discussing the size of their dicks to even notice that I’ve broken onto the property.

It takes me ten minutes to get from the top gate to the actual house, but it’s definitely worth it, especially when I sneak up the front stairs and slip straight in through the open front door.

I step behind a vase that is nearly as tall as I am and listen carefully, trying to figure out where in the house the guys are. I hear Carver’s booming laughter coming from the kitchen with King but that’s all. Cruz and Grayson are a mystery. They could be anywhere, but I need them all together; otherwise, confronting them won’t work. I need to back them into a corner and watch each of their expressions carefully.

I head for the stairs, making my way up as quietly as I can to not alert King and Carver before grabbing hold of each door handle and swinging them wide until I find what I’m looking for.

I get halfway down the hallway and after just passing the room that was declared mine, I open the next door and hear a low groan coming from deep within. My attention is instantly piqued, and I find myself stepping into the bedroom.

I quickly glance around and find nothing but an open bathroom door. The shower is running and hot steam is pouring out through the door, fogging up the windows and mirror. I know I should turn around and give him his privacy, whichever him it is in there, but the low moan that comes echoing through the bathroom speaks to the wild vixen within me, and before I even know what I’m doing, my feet are moving me forward.

My shoulder presses against the doorframe of the bathroom, and I instantly find Cruz, butt-naked with the hot water showering over his flawless golden skin. My tongue instantly rolls over my lips, hunger and desire flooding through me like a wave as I follow the strong line down his body to find his palm slowly drawing up and down his thick, veiny cock.

His other hand is propped against the shower tiles, leaning his body into it as he tilts his head down, watching as he pleasures himself.

My bottom lip gets trapped between my lips as everything below the border clenches.

Holy shit. I knew Cruz was going to be something special, but I never expected this. He’s simply divine and has desire pulsing through me like a rocket.

His head turns, and for a moment, I freeze, terrified for being caught watching the show, but as his gaze sweeps over me, taking in the need in my eyes, he doesn’t dare stop. His palm keeps moving up and down, squeezing his tip and groaning low.

His eyes lock onto mine, and for a hot minute, I absolutely hate myself for being fully dressed.

“What are you waiting for?” his low voice grumbles through the steamed bathroom.

I don’t fucking hesitate.

I walk straight for the shower, not bothering to shrug out of any of my clothes, but why would I? I’m here to bust their balls, and while I’m more than down for playing with his, he still needs to be punished, and because of that, I won’t dare give him a taste of what he really wants.

The shower door opens and Cruz’s heavy stare remains locked on mine. The water instantly drenches me as I step in close to him, the scent of his body wash strong in the air. My fingers slide over his strong arm and over his large shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

I put myself right in front of him and Cruz instantly grips my chin before sliding his hand around the back of my neck and using his thumb to force my chin up. He moves in nice and close as my hand falls to his strong chest, his eyes never leaving mine, and without warning, he presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.

His hand continues moving up and down his large cock and not being able to help myself, I take over.

As his hand travels down to his thick base, I curl my fingers around his tip, curling my thumb over the top and swallowing his soft moan against my mouth. Cruz releases his hold on his cock and lets me do the work as his lips drop from mine and travel down to my neck.