Page 15 of Her Devils

I don’t understand. “Is it because he married Mom? He can’t expect you to be my brother, it’s ridiculous. We didn’t even know each other until a few weeks ago.”

Peyton shakes his head, a lock of his blond hair falling onto his forehead. “No, it isn’t that, or at least not just that.” He sighs as I swipe that soft, golden hair away from his forehead. “He made it clear that he expects the three of us to continue keeping our names out of the press unless it’s related to our performance in the air. He’s pleased that we’ve been staying away from clubs and parties, but he doesn’t trust us around you. He’s afraid that if one of us steps out of line and breaks your heart, that it will ruin his relationship with your mom.”

I consider his words for a second. “So he doesn’t disapprove because of the stepsibling thing?”

Peyton sighs. “Oh, that was a part of it. He told me that I can be your brother or your friend if I want. Those are my only options when it comes to you. I guess your mom must be on the same page.”

“Not quite. She doesn’t care about the stepbrother aspect of the situation. She actually likes you and the guys, and she’s happy we’re friends. She just warned me about—”

He snorts. “The heartbreaker bullshit.”

I nod. “Yeah, she told me that I can do whatever I want but to be careful and not to expect you guys to change your ways.”

That wasn’t bad advice, but I don’t tell Peyton that part.

“I kind of wish we could tell our parents that we do have a deal and that there aren’t going to be any broken hearts and any wild parties, but somehow, I doubt knowing that you’re with all three of us would make them feel any better.”

He nuzzles my neck, peppering his way down to my shoulders with featherlight kisses.

I giggle at first because his kisses feel ticklish, but the laughter turns into a gasp when Peyton opens his mouth, grazing and sucking on the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “So—” I half gasp, half moan as his very distracting mouth makes it hard to think. “We just keep things discreet around Mom and Ken?”

“Totally,” he says as he abandons my neck to kiss a hot path down my collarbones and the swells of my breasts. “We were going to anyway to stay out of the gossip websites and the press.”

“Okay,” I stutter when Peyton lowers the neckline of my dress, exposing my tits.

“I fucking missed these,” he murmurs, his mouth hovering over one of my rapidly hardening nipples.

“It’s only been a few hours,” I remind him.

“Snow,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over one of the stiff peaks. “I hope you know that even with all the bullshit at dinner, all I could think about was this. You. I sat there with a raging boner, thinking about how soft, hot, and tight you are and how I couldn’t wait to be inside you again.”

He sucks my nipple into his mouth, while one of his hands cups my other breast and the fingers of his free hand lift the soft skirt of my dress.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, Lenley,” he whispers as his fingers brush against the smooth skin between my thighs. “You had dinner with our families without any panties on.”

I feel heat rise to my face. “I didn’t have time to wear any, remember? Everyone was downstairs, and we were still asleep and naked when my mom texted me.”

He chuckles, swiping his fingers over my slit. “I like you naked.”

He’s incorrigible, I swear.

“And I like how you’re so fucking wet for me, Snow,” he says as he reaches the spot that’s already throbbing and desperate for his touch.

“Peyton,” I gasp as he enters me with two fingers. “We can’t do this here. We’re outside. Someone could see us.”

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Peyton

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SHE MAKES ME LOSE MYgoddamn mind.

Since the first night I met her just a few weeks ago on this beach, when that dipshit Penn broke her heart, I haven’t been able to think about much else other than Lenley.

Kissing her, tasting her, fucking her—that’s all that’s occupied my mind every waking moment, and now she’s mine.

Mine.

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