Page 2 of Her Devils

That makes me truly wonder if the union between Dad and Gina will have any professional repercussions.

My eyes meet Penn’s dark ones as we both move to grab the same chair. He’s looking at the colors on the table with my same question etched all over his face.

“I was here first,” he seethes, pulling on the chair, and I have to ask myself if he just means the spot at the table or if there are any deeper implications to his words.

I would like nothing more than to pick up this fight with him, right here and now, but at least one of us has to act like a fucking adult.

I’m about to step back and leave him the chair, but when I spot Lenley walking toward us, I call out, “Lenley, here.”

Penn still doesn’t let go of the chair, and we end up moving it back, each of us standing on one side of it until Lenley lowers herself onto the seat.

We each take a chair on either side of her.

I spend the entire meal in a daze.

If you asked me what was served for dinner, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.

I keep looking at the happy couple and stealing glances at Lenley, who definitely looks as shocked as I feel.

She also looks uncharacteristically quiet and fucking gorgeous. The emotions warring in my chest are desire and worry about her state of mind.

When a three-tier wedding cake is presented, white and decorated with both teams’ colors, Dad and Kyle Penn also open two bottles of champagne, filling a tray of flutes with the cold, bubbly wine.

I grab a flute for myself and one for Lenley, intentionally prolonging the contact when my fingers brush against her delicate ones.

That feeling in my chest flares more intensely, hot and bright like a firework show. Our eyes meet, and I fight the urge to smile at the memory of looking into those vibrant green eyes not two hours ago, when I was inside her and she was writhing under me, coming all over my cock for the first time.

It’s a feeling so intense that it almost hurts, but it also feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced before—the feeling of her being mine, of having what no one else ever has.

Especially not Darrius Penn.

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Peyton

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“FRIENDS, FAMILY.” DADstands up, lifting his champagne flute to propose a toast. “To my beautiful wife, Gina.”

There’s a chorus of cheers. “To Gina.”

After taking a sip from his drink, Dad takes his new wife’s hand in his. “Gina, baby. I took the liberty of booking us the Imperial Suite at the Grand Hotel for our first night as husband and wife. Would you do me the honor and follow me outside? The car is ready.”

Lenley’s mom reacts with a soft smile, and the way her eyes twinkle with surprise reminds me a lot of her daughter. “Not so fast, Ken. I can’t go to a hotel without an overnight bag. Not if we’re staying the night.”

The way the two newlyweds smile at each other at the mention of the overnight bag tells me that’s how they probably kept their relationship a secret—meeting up at hotels for a few hours of passion. They probably arrived and left separately too. It makes total sense, and if I wasn’t still trying to recover from the surprise that I have a stepmother, I’d be impressed that my dad has way more game than I ever gave him credit for.

“That’s been taken care of,” he says, offering Gina his hand to help her up from her seat. “I snuck upstairs earlier and packed you a bag. I hope you don’t mind.”

She smiles indulgently, and I realize that he must know his way around this house pretty well if he felt confident enough to pack a bag for his new wife. The hotel must have been a measure they adopted once Lenley came back from France.

Gina’s playful eye roll reminds me once again of Lenley. “May I know what you put in this bag you packed me?”

“A nightie and a change of underwear,” is my old man’s sheepish answer.

Okay, so maybe my dad isn’t so versed in heated encounters at hotels after all.

I mean, fuck, I’m not the king of relationships by any means, but even I noticed that chicks tend to carry a lot of baggage when they go away for one night, and by baggage, I don’t just mean their daddy issues. The few times I let a hookup stay in my room after an out-of-town event, you’d have thought she was moving in permanently with the amount of things she needed for a one-night stay.

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