Page 25 of Her Devils

The tips of his thumbs rub my rapidly hardening nipples, his gaze focused on my skin as he spies the effect his touch has on me. “You have the most gorgeous, perfect tits I’ve ever seen, Lenley. I couldn’t wait to touch them without any clothes in the way.”

He’s right. This is the first time we get to get naked and take our time with each other. When he took me to the movies, our clothes stayed on. Last time we were naked in front of each other, Peyton and Jameson were making him pay for blowing off work when he snuck out to the movies with me and forbade him from touching me, forcing him to watch.

“You aren’t the only one who has been looking forward to being alone together and naked,” I admit, wetting my lips with my tongue before placing a soft kiss on his collarbone.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, closing his eyes as my lips travel down his pecs.

I devote more attention to the spot that’s been splashed by his energy drink, laving his smooth, taut skin to clean up the red, sticky substance.

He chuckles when I reach the side of his washboard ads. “That tickles.”

“Sorry.” I smile, replacing my mouth with my fingers and standing on my tiptoes to kiss his lips.

It’s a deep, consuming kiss, and the sensation created by our mouths is enhanced by the skin on skin contact of our upper bodies.

Channing’s hands skim from my waist down to my hips, pushing my dress down until it slides off me, pooling at my feet.

“I’m almost disappointed that you aren’t going commando.” He smirks.

“Chan!” I giggle. “Maybe I could if I was going somewhere with just the two of us, but not on a tour bus with my mom, Uncle Kyle, and my new stepfather on board.”

He laughs, the sides of his green eyes creasing. “Yeah, I guess that’s true, but you’re right, we totally need to go on a commando drive, maybe park my truck somewhere very private.”

I like where his mind is going. “That sounds like a fun date.” I realize too late that I used the D-word, but Channing doesn’t notice it.

“Deal. We’re going to do it as soon as we have a free night.”

I nod.

State competitions and nationals are practically back-to-back, and the next few weeks will be incredibly busy until there’s a brief lull in official competitions before worlds.

I begin trailing kisses all over his shoulders, chest, and stomach with a clear target in mind.

“You might feel too embarrassed going commando on the tour bus.” He smiles as my fingers fumble with the top button of his jeans. “But I don’t.”

I’m so turned on at the idea of tasting him that I almost don’t register the meaning of his words, so I gasp when his thick, long erection springs free when I pull on the two halves of his jeans, popping all his fly buttons at the same time.

Channing is... big isn’t even the right word to describe his cock. The tallest of the Cove Devils is definitely also the bulkiest of the three. Where Peyton and Jameson are cut and defined like underwear models, Channing is more like what you’d expect from a professional athlete. His physique is a mixture between an NFL linebacker and a bodybuilder. Somehow, he manages to keep his muscles on the right side of brawny, and his body is a work of art, but that can’t be said when it comes to his dick. Channing’s thick, long shaft is verging on the scary side of big.

I swallow, excited and a little bit anxious at the thought of that monster trying to fit inside my body when I can barely close my fingers around its base.

A soft groan comes from Channing when I sink down onto my knees and give him a tentative stroke, letting my tongue dart out to tease the silky skin of his smooth, pink tip.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks. “You look tense.”

I lift my face to meet his green eyes, and I go willingly when he grabs my other hand and pulls me up against his chest.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Lenley,” he says softly, his eyes darkened by the same lust that’s making me feel dizzy.

“You’re huge, Channing,” I admit, remembering how patient and sweet he’s always been with me.

Channing doesn’t have Peyton’s impetuous nature or Jameson’s controlling streak, and he’s put me first since the day we entered our deal. “Lenley.” His big hand cups my face. “You’re trembling, baby. Are you scared of me? I swear I won’t hurt you.”

I let him take my lips in a slow, sensuous kiss, and my body relaxes against his smooth, warm skin.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his lips still against mine.

I nod, because I realize that I do trust him. I trust Channing not to hurt me more than I’ve ever trusted Darrius, and it doesn’t matter that we’re talking about physical stuff as opposed to my heart. Another thing I’ve realized since hanging out with the Cove Devils is that hurting someone is easier when feelings are involved in the mix. This is why my deal with the Devils is perfect, and I need to remember to guard my heart.

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