Page 39 of The Devil's Demise

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We returned to that same place a month later, but for our wedding this time, with all our favorite people. My brothers were there by my side and Robby, well, he was the best man.

“I think she’s here,” he whispers, straightening his back as keys jangle right before the door opens a distance away.

Her heels clack as she nears the den, where we wait quietly. As soon as the door shuts and she struts inside, my eyes see her before she sees me. Long waves slope past her tits, her ass round in tight jeans that I can’t wait to peel the fuck off her gorgeous body.

She fumbles with her big handbag slung over her shoulder, and it takes her a second to register us in the room. She lets out a startled gasp. “What are you guys doing here? I thought you’d still be at the game.”

“Slight change of plans.” My lips lift, loving the shock on her face. I can’t wait for her to see what I’ve got in store tonight.

“Come on, Mom!” Robby jumps to his feet. “We got a surprise for you!” He wanders to her with me close behind. She twists her head just then, giving me an inquisitive stare that has me grinning with a wink.

She narrows a playful gaze as Robby practically tugs her to the dining room.

She gasps as she takes in the setup, her brows bending with the softening of her features. “What is this?” she whispers, pulling a breath.

The room is set with dimmed lights, small candles sparkling across the middle of the table, a vase full of fresh peonies at the center.

“We cooked for you!” Robby rushes to reveal what’s on the enclosed trays.

“Wow,” she gushes, covering her mouth with her fingers. “You boys did this? For me? Together?” Her voice cracks with visible emotion, pressing her palm against her chest. “This is the sweetest thing.”

I near her, inspecting her eyes, seeing tears shining, glancing over at Robby who stares at me with a twist of his mouth.

She wipes her eye with the back of her hand.

“Told you she’d cry.”

“Oh, man! You lost me dessert, Mom.”

She laughs, swiping across her lashes. “What?”

“He told me you’d cry when you saw all this, and I said you wouldn’t.” He huffs. “This is no fair.”

“I’ll tell you what, buddy.” I fling an arm across his back, pulling him to my side. “I’ll let you keep your dessert, but in case we’re keeping score, remember who won this one.” I nod once, pointing to myself.

“Ha. Ha.” He rolls his eyes, humor there.

“You ready to go to your uncle Dante’s?” I ask because I need my girl alone for all the things I’m gonna do to her.

“Wait, he isn’t staying?” she asks just as Robby runs off to get his overnight bag and shoes.

“Nah.” I approach, tugging her jaw in my palm, my lips nearing her ear. “We’re playing all night, baby. It’s safer if he’s gone.” I brush my lips right down her neck. “I’m gonna have you screaming my name all throughout this house.” I pitch back, our gazes tangled in heated desire, her shallow breaths practically bursting out her parted lips. I steel my jaw, my cock throbbing from the flushed look on her cheeks.

Robby is back. “Ready.”

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Grabbing her nape, I yank her to me, kissing her quickly on a growl of frustration, then we head out the door and I practically run toward Dante’s.

“Hey! I can’t go that fast,” Robby complains as we rush down the empty street in our gated block. I slow the pace on a chuckle. “Sorry, little man. I’m a little hungry.”

And it isn’t for the food.

“Yeah, well, a kid’s gotta walk, so let me walk, old man,” he says with a laugh.

“Old man, huh?” I stop mid-step, tilting up my mouth, ready to grab him, but he dashes away. “Not fast enough,” I say just as I circle my arms around him and flip him in the air, carrying him that way to Dante’s

“Hey!” he yelps with humor. “If I fall and hit my head, Mom’s gonna kill you.”

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