Page 67 of Venomous as a Snake

“You said there are no cameras in my bedroom,” I snarl.

“There aren’t,” he quickly amends. “So start in the living room. Or the kitchen. Or the hallway. I’m not picky.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Am I?” he counters. “I haven’t been inside you in months. Only the memory of you milking my cock gets me through the nights.”

I snort. He’s so fucking dramatic.

“It hasn’t been months since we’ve had sex.”

“Still weeks,” he corrects, frowning at me as I take a step away, purposefully mocking an escape to rile the honey badger.

I give him a flat look. “Like three weeks. That’s not forever.”

“That’s twenty days too many, Blondie.”

“Mmm. I don’t know,” I tease. “You could probably last another twenty.”

Drew advances, a smirk on his face as he herds me toward the living room.

But a sculpted body presses against my back, his arm banding around my waist. I dig my nails into his caramel skin as he lifts my feet off the ground.

“Where were you going, Blondie?” Ali murmurs in my ear.

“Upstairs,” Drew answers. “Walker hasn’t been satisfying her like we thought. She’s very tense right now.”

I lean to the right, glancing up at Ali. “He’s so full of shit. I’m going to the laundry room to move my clothes into the dryer.”

“It’ll be crowded in there with all three of us, but we can make it work,” Ali says to Drew.

He shrugs. “We did just fine in the last one.”

“It was huge,” I interrupt. “A shared laundry room. With the neighbors in my apartment complex. This is totally different.”

Ali chuckles. “Poor Ms. Gertrude.”

“She’s got a point,” Drew remarks. “This laundry room has a lot more privacy than the last one.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, but I’m not turned off by the idea.

I’m a bit exasperated with their facial-expressions-only conversation happening above my head, though.

“Nah,” Drew finally says, shaking his head. “Take her to the bedroom.”

“Don’t I get a voice in this plan?”

“Of course you do, Blondie,” Ali placates as he sets me down and spins me around.

I squeal when he throws me over his shoulder and moves for the stairs.

“You can say things like harder and faster.”

“Deeper,” Drew supplies. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

“Fuck you both,” I mumble, though I’m grinning like a fool.

“You will,” Ali says, slapping my ass.