Page 103 of Her Devils

I know the feeling, dude.

When I’m with Len, it’s as if the rest of the world fucking disappears.

“Oh, no. No,” she complains when she loses Channing’s mouth on her. “I was so close.”

I smile. That’s exactly why I interrupted him. I want to be the one who makes her come.

I know I could wait for my turn, but I feel greedy tonight, and I don’t want to wait. “How close were you, princess?” I ask, lowering my face between her legs but hovering a breath away from where she wants my mouth.

“So, so close,” she cries, lifting her hips against my face.

I know I’m an asshole who loves control, and I’m tempted to tease her, giving her the release she needs only once she begs.

But then I look at her, and it hits me.

Fuck.

I’d give her anything she asked for right now. Not just because she’s naked and so sexy that I can’t control my own body. What I can’t control is the way my heart feels full every time she smiles.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see that smile and know that I was the one who put it there.

That’s why I never looked at the same woman twice, and why I was a one and done kind of guy.

Love means giving control away and giving someone else power over your own happiness.

It’s dangerous and doesn’t end well more often than not—unless you find the one.

My eyes rove over Lenley’s sexy body for one more second before my lips touch her skin.

Physical intimacy is easy. Attraction is all it takes to allow someone to have your body. But with Lenley, it’s always been more. Since the first time we kissed, she’s taken everything.

My body and my heart.

Our eyes meet before I take her clit into my mouth. Hers are clouded by lust, while mine have never seen clearer.

I’m hers, and I’m going to fight for her to be mine in the end with or without my brothers in the picture.

It doesn’t take long to take Lenley right to the edge. Licking and sucking on her most sensitive spot until she cries out. Her fingers pull on the top of my head where my hair is longer, her back is arched, and she’s never looked so beautiful.

Lenley’s delicate neck is exposed to Channing’s kisses as he drops his clothes on the floor and climbs on the bed next to her.

“Stop, stop,” she pants. “It’s too much.”

A grumble distracts me from the passionate kiss Channing gives her as he cradles her in his arms.

I turn to look at Peyton, who’s still passed out on the armchair.

“Snow,” he murmurs again in his alcohol induced sleep.

I shake my head.

I wouldn’t want to be him tomorrow morning, but Channing and I got him. We’ll do our best to help him sober up, and we’ll deal with Penn after we jump. There’s no way in hell this was accidental. I spotted Penn next to Trent and Niko right before we left the party, and he didn’t look drunk.

However, all thoughts of dealing with the Angels’ former captain can wait.

Tonight I have something more important to do. “Hey, dude.” I smirk at Channing who has Lenley in his arms and hasn’t stopped kissing her. “Let me kiss my princess too.”

To my surprise, Chan doesn’t argue and breaks the kiss, turning Lenley in his arms so she’s facing me.

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