Page 58 of Her Devils

I’m moving at a crazy pace, hard and fast and relentless, and she’s right there with me, grabbing my ass to push me deeper inside her. Her nails dig into my flesh, but it doesn’t hurt, and I relish the feeling as I fuck her with a fervor I’ve only ever experienced with her.

I’m glad I made her come with my mouth, because I’m already so close that my balls are tingling and my entire shaft is pulsing inside her as I keep pounding into her.

“I promise I’ll go slower next time, Snow,” I growl as I go still, burying my face into her neck when I feel the first hot wave of my release shoot out of me.

But Lenley is right there with me, and she cries out, holding me to her as her inner walls begin to spasm in sync with me.

I slow down, still moving inside her when it’s over. I can’t bring myself to leave the tight, silky embrace of her body.

It’s a strange moment.

I don’t cuddle, I don’t do tender, but this is what it is. I’d be lying to myself if I said that it’s the first time this has happened between us too. I’ve been telling myself that I cuddled with her the first time I took her because it was Lenley’s actual first time. I guess it wasn’t just a first-time kind of deal though, because I’m not ready to let her go. She fits perfectly in my arms.

I flip us over so I can cradle her to my chest.

“What do you feel like for lunch?” I ask, a little lost in the green depths of her eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful, with her fair skin and dark hair, and her subtle floral scent is intoxicating in the best way. I can’t stop touching her, tracing the delicate line of her spine while I wait for her answer.

“You.” She giggles. “I want to do it again, but slower this time. Channing showed me how to ride him, and I want to try it with you.”

My cock twitches at the thought, the motherfucker doesn’t care that we were inside her literally ten seconds ago. “That sounds like the perfect way to spend the afternoon, but I was at the gym all morning and I need food, unless you want me to pass out on you.”

I know she’s going to say something smart-ass by the glint in her eyes and the way her lips quirk up—lips that are swollen from my kisses, may I add.

“I guess, but you need to work on your booty calls, Peyton. You didn’t call me late at night, and you’re offering food,” she says, propped up against my chest, checking off the reasons why my booty call skills suck on her fingers.

I chuckle, pulling on a lock of her silky dark brown hair. “That would be funny if you hadn’t forgotten a very important detail, Snow.”

She narrows her eyes, suddenly suspicious. “Really? And what would that be?”

“I didn’t call you at all. I texted you.”

She slaps my chest, laughing at the fact that I’m the biggest smart-ass in the room. “Same thing. Most booty calls come in the form of texts.”

“And how do you know that?” I tease her. “Who made you the booty call expert?”

She shrugs, and her expression becomes serious all of a sudden. “I don’t have firsthand experience, but Kiara had a booty call thing going on with the captain of the lacrosse team our senior year. He always texted her late at night, totally out of the blue. He’d go to her house, fuck her, and then leave.”

Yeah, that sounds about right. I’ve done shit like that countless times too.

The disgusted expression on Lenley’s pretty face gives me pause. “Looks like you don’t approve?”

She sighs, tracing the winged heart tattoo on my pectoral with gentle fingers. “I didn’t care that she wanted to have fun,” she explains, her attention seemingly focused on the ink on my skin. “But the guy had a steady girlfriend. I didn’t like that they were cheating, and Kiara said it wasn’t her problem because she wasn’t the one in a relationship.”

I don’t say anything. I’ve never even worried about the relationship status of my one-night stands.

“I should have known what kind of person Kiara was.” Lenley sighs. “If she didn’t care about cheating on a girl we’d gone to school with for years, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when she betrayed me.”

Hmm.

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

The saying comes to my mind, accompanied by an odd feeling of wanting to do better in the future.

I run a hand over my face, a little confused by this weird new version of me. This lying low thing to clean up our image is screwing with my head.

“Well, fuck,” I say, not passing up a perfect opportunity to remind her that Kiara isn’t the only cheater she knows. “It looks like karma is taking care of Kiara after all. She’s getting a good dose of her own medicine with her pathetic choice of a boyfriend.”

This is the thing with Lenley, she’s a good person. Anyone else I know would gloat about her frenemy’s misfortunes, but she doesn’t look happy.

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