Page 35 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“I was hoping we could talk about what Banks suggested.” Her voice is soft and small, like she’s afraid to upset me.

“You start.” I drop my towel and pull on my boxers.

Her cheeks are bright pink when I turn around. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out as I walk toward her, pulling my shirt over my head. “Are you okay?” she finally asks.

“No.” I come to a stop in front of her.

“What’s wrong? What is bothering you specifically?”

I lift my palm to her cheek. “I don’t know.”

“Bull.” She covers my hand with hers, the engagement ring glinting in the low light of my bedroom like a beacon.

I drop my hand and turn to walk into my closet. The sight of that ring sitting so perfectly on her finger is like a knife to the chest. Instead of thinking about it, I pull out a pair of trousers and a button shirt, black on black. Just like my mood.

“Are you jealous?” she asks from right behind me.

I turn slowly and step toward her, crowding her until her back hits the built-in chest of drawers. “Insanely. Imagine how you’d feel if the shoe was on the other foot. Would you be okay with me becoming engaged to another woman?”

The flash of anger in her eyes tells me all I need to know. She’d hate it too. Good. At least I’m not the only one with issues here.

“Did you say yes?” I lean my forearms on either side of her head, bending until we’re eye level.

“No.”

“Did you say no?”

“No.” She swallows and then licks her lips. “I want to think about it. To talk to you guys about how you feel.”

“Why?”

Her brow furrows. “Because you matter to me. All three of you.”

My heart skips a beat. “The logic behind his idea is sound.”

“So you want me to?”

“No,” I growl the answer. “I wish you didn’t have to make a choice like this at all. I wish your dad wasn’t a massive piece of shit who probably auctioned you off to the highest bidder, thus ensuring you’d have to deal with some creep for god knows how long. I wish we could just be normal college kids, fucking around, and living a carefree life. “

“You could be. You’d just have to let me go.”

I wrap my hand around the side of her neck, just under her jaw and hold her firmly in place, so she has nowhere to look but my eyes. “I willneverlet you go.”

If I could I’d tattoo my name across her skin. I’d brand myself onto her. Fuck, I’m just unhinged enough to cut my name across her chest just so every single person lucky enough to look at her would know she’s mine.

“Promise?” Her pulse beats wildly beneath my palm.

“With all that I am.”

Our mouths crash together in a kiss as tumultuous as our feelings. My hand moves from the side of her neck back into her hair while she pushes my boxers down my hips, freeing my cock.She pumps her hand up and down my length with an urgency I didn’t realize she could muster. My free hand moves down her body and under her leggings and panties. She’s already wet as my fingers slide along her slit and into her pussy.

She gasps against my mouth as I pump in and out of her with a punishing pace. Her fist tightens around my cock, squeezing me as her release builds. I pulse my fingers against the spot on her front wall while I lick into her mouth consuming every breath of pleasure.

“How fast can I make you come, angel?” I just barely pull my mouth from hers, our breaths still mingling.

“Really fast, I think.” Her pussy clamps around me. “Oh God,” she moans.

Hearing her take the lord’s name in vain for the first time ever makes my cock weep. It’s me she’s losing herself to. I’m the one dirtying up the perfect preacher’s daughter. Her stepbrother, her savior. At least one of them.

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