I mean, I have nothing bad to say about this novella, only that it’s so damn short. I desperately NEED more from these three, but if I’m being honest, I especially need more of Christian and Devon. I’m so glad it seems like this is just the beginning for them because I need a full novel about those two. I don’t want just a few mentions of them in Logan and Salem’s book. No, no, Bree Wiley, don’t you dare do that! I need a whole novel.
I like Arya, I really do, but I love the connection Christian and Devon are developing even more. Devon intrigues me so much, and in this novella, it’s clear that he cares and wants someone to love him. The way he felt used was heartbreaking, and Christian’s confusion was palpable. And my god, the spice in this was WOW. Basically, almost every quote I want to share is dirty, and I love it. The Pride show they did was beautiful, and as always, the friend group is as nosy and amazing as ever. I’m so excited to see what’s next for this series.
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“Such a beautiful sight. But she's not who I want to serve. Eyes on Christian, I fall to my knees at his feet like the sinful little altar boy that I am and pray to the only deity I know. The only one who still listens.”
“The taste of her lipstick has faded, but the salt remains, Devon's cum still layering her tongue. As I set her onto our lumpy mattress and drop between her legs, I savor the taste of him before it's gone, still pissed off that he just left me. Us. Left us.”
“I like the way my cum looks on that pretty face, pastelito.”
I blink, my stomach flipping uncharacteristically at the praise. “Pastelito?”
His grin turns wolfish. “My little cake, covered in my frosting.”
“I can still taste her strawberry lip gloss on my tongue. Wish I could taste it on his dick.”
“You close, hot shot?” he murmurs. “Gonna come all over my cock and your girl’s mouth?”
“Oh, my god,” I bite out, clenching my teeth when his piercing drags over the side of my shaft. I throw my head back and erupt like the Fourth of July.
“There we go,” Dev groans thickly. “Feed her your cum. She’s going to swallow like a good girl.”
“Between Arya sucking my face, Christian's general vibe, and Taylor's attitude, I'm in a constant state of blue balls.”
“Jesus, is everyone in this friend group always so fucking nosy?” I bite out, and all three of them answer ‘yes’ in unison.”
“Taylor's standing to my left, fists clenched while Huck has a protective hand on his arm. Salem stands next to them, looking murderous. Arya is on the right, already twisting her hair into a bun like she's preparing to kick some ass in her heels, and I've never been more proud of my friends. My family.”