Shark is all too happy with his gift, and I should’ve known by the way he’s dressed in all pink bird attire this was where he’d go with this.
The flamingo board shorts, a baby blue tank top covered in the pink birds, and those damn flamingo sunglasses should have given it away. Apparently, he’s wanting to start his vacation on our wedding day.
“Let the party begin, bitches!” Shark let out a big whoop then coaxed Ford and Patrick to help him blow the damn thing up.
I need to radio this in.
Sargent. We are in trouble here.
Big, big trouble.
Sneak Peek!!
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_TELL ALL SECRETS SERIES BOOK 3_
_This scene was inspired by a narrator’s fan group on Facebook back in 2020. The topic of the number, 669 came about, which happens to be known in my polyamorous world. So, I thought I'd introduce you to a few of my characters in a spicy scene who LOVE this number, and enjoy what‘comes’with it. _
This M/M/F workplace/ roommate romance is full of hot spicy scenes in South London and Virginia Beach, has experiences with multiple partners, M/M, M/F, and even a F/F scene. If you are not a fan of the word fuck, then you may not enjoy how these military men and badass Cali biker chick like to talk. Let the fun, begin!
_Shark’s POV – South London_
With Weston in taking a shower after his workout, I take it upon myself to begin the nightly rituals. No, it’s not like we’re practicing in witchcraft. Although now that it’s mentioned, there is quite a bit of begging, pleading, and cursing when the three of us are together. Maybe the slightest hint of torture, too.
*Proud*Oh, man.With this plan, or shall I say thenumberI have in mind for us tonight, I won’t be surprised if people in Glasgow hear us.
Avery is on the couch with her legs tucked under her as she watches one of her girly programs,‘The Hills’, or something, I can’t remember.
Doesn’t matter. I could care less about the Television right this second. My eyes and thoughts are specifically on her and what color those damn cheek-peeking panties might be. After dinner Avery put on one of Weston’s many superhero shirts. She likes temping me with no bra on, nipples peeking through, and her brunette hair atop her head in a messy bun. No makeup. Strictly raw and beautiful.
The girl knows exactly how to get my engine revving.
Yes, fucking please.
I place my phone back in my pocket the same time Avery’s phone chimes from the arm of the couch. She pops the last green grape into that delectable mouth of hers, sets the bowl down on the coffee table, then picks up her device. She’s quick to toss me a glance across the living room as she held her screen facing me, her tone bland and unamused.
“I’m right here. Did you really have to text me right now? Couldn’t you just say that out loud?”
*Mischievous*Good.She read my message. Let's see how long it takes her to decipher it. I keep silent, a smirk ghosting my lips as I just stare at her from across the room.
“Am I supposed to know what this means?” She asks, her mind clearly not where mine is at. I’ll get her there.
C’mon Avery, don’t disappoint me. You know what that means.
I remain oblivious as the lines on her face give away her confusion. Then it clicks and the lines smooth out, replaced by a growing smile full of wickedness.
“Is this what I think it means?” Her voice turns sultry, “Who’s in the middle this time?” She set her phone on the coffee table next to her bowl and planted her purple painted feet on the floor. Pink tints her cheeks now.
Good.Our girl is on board for what I have planned.
I can see her mind whirling at all the possibilities, anddamn, what a sight it is.
“How ‘bout we see where tonight goes, and decide from there?”
Her approving glint is exactly what I wanted.
That text I sent her, a simple three-digit number.‘669’. That’s all it took to get that reaction from her.