Page 45 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

My walls are still trembling when he stands behind me, dragging his length through the mess between my legs. I don’thave a moment to come down before he’s thrusting inside me. Each glide rocks me forward, my breasts swinging free beneath me.

He lifts one of my legs, placing my knee on the seat behind me and leaving me wide open for him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His hands run over my ass, kneading and separating my cheeks. “So perfect. Hold on tight, baby. I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”

My walls flutter around him at his words, pulling a deep chuckle from his chest. Then he pulls back and rushes back in. This position allows him to get so much deeper. He stills to let me adjust to the feeling.

“You good?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Yes, hard as you need.” I look over my shoulder at him, and damn, I wish I could take a picture of him. A piece of his dark hair has fallen free from his bun, covering the side of one his eyes which are nearly black in the dim light of the garage. It doesn’t stop them from burning through me with desire. “I want you unleashed.”

My words release him from whatever chains he was holding himself back with. I feel every single inch of him as he moves inside me. His apadravya hits the perfect spot with each thrust. His breaths become ragged as I whimper in pleasure.

My nails dig into the leather beneath me as the first wave of my orgasm crashes over me. My walls clamp around him over and over as I come. He wraps his hands around my waist and pumps inside me even harder until he joins me, his cum fills me as my pussy continues to flutter with aftershocks of bliss.

“I’ve never wanted an attached garage more in my entire life,” he mumbles against my back. “Fucking Declan and his need to have the most gothic house in the fucking state.”

He pulls out of me with a groan and proceeds to clean me up with his own shirt. Then he helps me back into my pants and shirt, shoving my bra and underwear into my backpack. Before I can slip on my shoes, he throws me over his shoulder and starts jogging into the house.

“I’m not fucking done with you yet.” He slaps my ass hard enough to sting, but I can’t stop the giggles from coming.

“So if theywin this game, they go to the championship game?” I ask Cy as I sit down beside him in the stands.

“Yes.”

“And that’s in Atlanta?”

“Yes.”

That’s perfect. Maybe Banks will be able to come and watch it. I’m not worried about them not winning. They’ve only lost one game this season. I can feel the win coming already.

Cillian and Mom are on their way to this game, so are Emerson’s parents. I feel two hands come down on my shoulders and turn to see Saylor and Lou and sit down behind us. We exchange hellos and watch the team go through warmups.

Declan and Emerson both look fully locked in. They’ve waved at us in acknowledgement, but that’s it. It’s incredible to watch the two of them in their element. Even as a spectator, I can tell that so many of the guys look to them for leadership on the pitch.

“Hello sweetheart.” Mom’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“Hi Mom.” I turn and stand up, wrapping her in a hug. “Hi Cillian.” I hug him next because even though I haven’t spent much time with my stepfather, I know how protective he is of my mom. I’ll forever be indebted to him keeping her safe and coaxing happiness back into her smile. “How was your drive?”

“Uneventful, just how I like it.” Mom settles onto the bench seat behind me. “How has school been going?”

“I’m doing okay. I’m going to have to pick up a tutor for one of my classes.” I hold my breath and wait for her response. Mom was never cruel like my father used to be, but how much of his ideology rubbed off on her? Does she think it’s stupid that I’m even trying? Is she going to get mad at me?

My thoughts must be easy to read for her because she gives me a sad smile. “It’s okay to need help, Harper. You’ve gone through a lot the past couple years.” She shakes her head with a bitter laugh. “Longer than that actually. I don’t care what you have to do to succeed and achieve your goals.” She runs her hand over my hair. “I just want you to be happy and surrounded by love. It’s all I care about.”

I cover her hand with mine and smile up at her. “That’s all I want for you, too.”

More than a mother-daughter bond, she and I have a survivor bond. We experienced the lowest and darkest days together. I can only believe it has to be similar to the bond soldiers have when they go through battle together. Because life with my father really felt like an endless war.

I turn back around to stand and watch as a woman comes out to sing the national anthem. Goosebumps race across my flesh as she begins, not because she’s good, but because it feels like someone is watching me. I hold completely still throughout the length of the song as the hair on the back of my neck rises. When everyone goes to sit down, I glance around the crowd beside me, wondering if my stalker is here or if I’m just all in my head from thinking about my father.

I’m probably just being paranoid. Thoughts of my father still work their way into my psyche and mess with me. That has to be what this is. I drag a deep breath through my nose and blow it out through my mouth. Nothing is going to happen to me here,surrounded by friends and family. I’m safe. Not to mention the bodyguards lurking behind my mother.

The opposing team gets the ball first, but it only lasts for seconds before Emerson steals the ball and passes it to Declan. He takes it down the field and passes to one of the other guys on his team, but the ball is stolen again. The entire first half of the game goes by without a score. I can see the frustration on Declan’s face, but Emerson remains calm and centered as they run off the field for halftime.

“I’m thirsty,” Saylor says to me. “Want to go get a drink?”

“Yeah.” I look at Cy, who is busy speaking with Cillian. “Do you want anything?”

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