(Deception Duet, #1 & 2)
Publication date: December 20th 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Reverse Harem, Romance
Sparrow is the businessman in a suit. Sully is the rebel.
And Scout is the psycho.
They’ve reigned as the Terror Triplets, using cruelty and intimidation to rule New York City society. Now they face a bigger challenge: the reclusive heiress Laundry Croft. It’s their job to work their way into her life.
They need to make her trust them. Even while they keep their own secrets.
“A brilliantly woven story with three hot-as-sin badass brothers, and I could not put it down! K Webster has delivered us another scorching hot masterpiece.” – USA Today Bestselling author Sara Cate
Each man uses her in his own way.
They seduce her and manipulate her… but will they fall for her?
Deception is a collection of two full length novels by bestselling author K Webster, including TRIPLE THREAT and DEATH WISH.
“I’m just having a bad day.” Her bottom lip quivers. “A really bad day.”
“I can see that.” His voice is soft. So soft. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Sully speak to anyone that way. Interesting. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t,” she whispers, her voice shaking.
“Honey,” Sully says, lifting her chin so she’s looking up at him, “you can. You’re hurt. You can trust me, remember?”
Rather than explaining to him what has her so upset, she cups his cheeks, drawing him to her. His lips are gentle as he kisses her supple mouth. It’s as though he has to handle her with kid gloves or she’ll break. I know for a fact she can take rough handling and barely crack.
She’s much tougher than she lets on.
His hunger for her wins out. Grabbing her ass, he pulls her up into his lap so her legs wrap around his middle. A needy moan escapes her, singing straight to my cock. As quietly as I can, I pull down my zipper and unbutton my jeans. I pull my throbbing dick into my hand, eager for some sort of release.
Sully’s massive hands squeeze her ass as he moves her against his lap. They’re dry humping like there aren’t people just around the corner. So dangerous, but so hot.
“We have to talk about this,” Sully murmurs. “As good as this feels, it’s only putting a bandage on the problem.”
For fuck’s sake.
Don’t be a pussy, man.
She ignores him, kissing him with all the fiery passion she possesses. Sully shoves one hand down into the back of her yoga pants, his palm splayed out over her ass cheek. This must feel good because she starts panting harder. I stroke my dick in tandem with the sounds she’s making. I’d kill for some lube right now, but since I don’t have any, I make do with licking my hand a couple of times to get it nice and slick.
“Ford,” she hisses, breaking from their kiss so she can look at him.
With his free hand, he yanks down her hood, revealing her messy, damp hair. He stares at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
These fuckers are obsessed.
I know obsession when I see it.
“I’m going to come.” Her whispered words sound surprised. “Ford, oh my…” She tilts her head back, baring her pretty neck.
I want to bite it and suck it and wrap my hand around it.
My breathing comes out quick and harsh. If they weren’t so consumed in one another, they’d hear me. I know the second she comes because her body tenses before trembling. She swallows down the cry of her orgasm as not to alert anyone.
He starts to lift her hoodie, giving me a flash of her small bra-less tits, but she stops him, dragging it back down.
“Ford,” she says, breathing heavily. “We can’t do this right now.”
Right now. Not never.
Images of her trussed up and captive in my bed are too much. I come silently, my semen hitting the orange ball with a barely audible patter. While I tuck my dripping dick back into my jeans, I keep my stare fixated on them from my hiding spot.
They’re so enamored in each other.
Which means she’s just as enamored with me.
My turn. My fucking turn.
I’m about to stand up and demand my turn when some doofus walks into the weight area. As soon as he noticed the two of them, his face blanches and he stumbles back.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I, uh, I’ll leave.”
The dumb shit hurries to leave them to their dry fucking, but the moment is lost. Landry is already pulling from my brother and standing. He thrums with need, his dick trying to tear through his jeans as he reaches for her.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she mutters to herself. “This was a mistake. I was upset but if he finds me gone.” Panic flashes over her features making her reddened skin pale to a ghastly white. “I have to go back home.”
“Honey,” Sully growls. “Let me go with you. To make sure it’s safe.”
“No, lover boy.” She smacks his hand that’s still reaching for her. “I appreciate…”
Appreciate what, prickly princess? Making you come in your little panties and giving your lover boy blue balls in the process?
He rises to his feet, capturing her waist and pulling her to his chest. “Did he hit you again?”
“That was an accident, I think.” She frowns. “It’s other stuff. I just…never mind. You’ve calmed me down, but I really need to get back. I’ll call you later.”
They share another long, passionate kiss until she peels away from him. She runs off, leaving Sully alone with his nine-inch boner. I stand up, ignoring the searing in my bad knee. Slowly, I hobble toward him. He hears the sound of my feet on the mats and whips around to face me.
Shock turns into brief fear and finally into fury.
“What the actual fuck, Scout?” he snarls, shoving my chest. “You were spying on me?”
I reach down, rubbing at my knee, and scowl at him. “She’s my job, too.”
His brown eyes flicker with a multitude of emotions, but the one that’s most prevalent is possessiveness. He doesn’t believe she’s a job like he’s supposed to, and he certainly doesn’t believe she’s mine too.
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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