Page 54 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

I pull my shirt off and drop it on the floor, looking down at the puncture wound. “He got me with a letter opener.”

“And your cheek?”

“Butt of his gun.”

“Temple?”

“I headbutted him.” I look down at myself. “You’ve seen me worse.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Is it over now?”

“Yes.” Our eyes lock and I see the unguarded hope shining from his eyes. “No more working or fighting for my family.”

He turns quickly away and nods. “Good.” He blinks quickly as he opens the first aid kit he brought from home. “I’m going to have to stitch that wound closed. We don’t have any anesthetic.”

“I’ll be fine. Harper can hold my hand.” I shoot her a smile. “Unless seeing it is going to make you queasy.”

“I’ll be fine. Blood doesn’t bother me.”

She watches intently as Emerson cleans the area and preps the surgical needle and sutures. Since the blade was small, it doesn’t take him long to get me all closed up. He frowns as he looks at my face and gently presses against the swelling in my cheek.

“I think you might have a fracture here.” He pulls off the gloves he was wearing and tosses them in the trash. “It would probably be a good idea to get that checked out by an actual doctor in a hospital.”

“No.”

He rolls his eyes at my refusal.

“How did you learn to do that?” Harper asks him.

“YouTube tutorials mostly. Cy’s been fighting since we were kids. It just always fell to me to fix him up.” He frowns when he looks at her. “You have his blood all over you. You both should clean up and go to bed.”

Her eyes meet mine right before she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it on the floor. “This shower is big enough for the three of us.”

Chapter

Twenty

HARPER

Both Cy and Emerson’s jaws drop as soon as my shirt hits the floor. I get it, it’s so out of character for me to be so bold. But between Cy’s confession of love and the way they’re both looking at me now, I’ve never felt more beautiful. Or more powerful.

Cy doesn’t have to be asked twice. He’s already shirtless, but his pants follow soon after my shorts. He looks over at Emerson and slowly gestures to the shower with his head.

Emerson looks from his naked body to mine, fighting the urge to join us but eventually giving in. He pulls his shirt over his back as he saunters toward us. He reaches out and grabs Cy by the hair, pulling his face toward his own and closes his lips over Cy’s mouth.

I reach into the shower and turn the water on while I watch them kiss each other. It almost feels invasive to watch as their large hands roam over each other's bodies’ and their pelvisesgrind together. I don’t know what I want more, to be in between them or to be a voyeur.

The choice is made for me when they break apart and Cyrus steps into the shower first. He pulls me in next while Emerson steps in behind me. Cy leans back and lets water run through his dark waves. Water dilutes the blood on his body, leaving pink trails as it washes him clean. I take the opportunity to admire all the tattoos covering his body, especially my favorite, a grayscale drawing of Michealangelo’s David that runs from his ribs to his hip. My fingers coast over the ink and up to the silver barbells in his nipples. He smirks down at me while I run my fingertips in little circles around them.

Emerson’s hand wraps around my throat and tips my head back, giving him access to my mouth. His tongue slides past my lips and brushes against my own. Cy runs his knuckles from my collarbone over the swell of my breast and down my belly. I arch into his touch as his fingers slip between my folds. He finds my clit, flicking the nub and sending sparks of lust firing through my body. I gasp against Emerson’s talented mouth as Cy’s fingers slip inside me.

“She’s so wet for us,” Cy tells Emerson as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

Emerson pulls away, his hand dropping from my neck to my breast. “That’s everything I left inside her while you were out tonight. Drop to your knees and taste me.”

I whimper when he follows orders. As soon as his knees hit the tile, he’s lifting my leg over his shoulder and diving into my pussy like a man possessed. Emerson supports my weight by letting me lean against him while he cups my breasts and plays with my nipples. Cy fills his hands with the globes of my ass, squeezing and spreading them apart.

There are so many sensations I can’t keep up. As soon as I feel Cy’s tongue piercing roll across my clit, I explode with myorgasm. He doesn’t relent as each wave of hot pleasure rolls through me. His lips stay on me as I go completely limp against Emerson.

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