Page 56 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“I feel everything.” I gasp. “Please make me come. Come with me. I can take it. Use me.” I don’t care that I’m begging. I need them to lose their minds the way they are making me lose mine.

“Fuck.” Cy breaks first. His rhythm speeding up as he fucks me from below. His piercing hits the spot inside of me just right, over and over again. I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I tried, it powers through me like a freight train.

I feel the way Cy’s cock surges with his release. He jerks inside of me, filling me with his cum as Emerson tries to hold himself back. His thrusts remain measured and gentle, too afraid to hurt me to let himself go.

So I meet him where he needs and press my ass back against him, taking him just a bit deeper. I know he feels the way I’m trembling inside from the aftershocks of my orgasm. He thrusts harder, letting go of the tight grip he had on his control. I press my face down onto Cy’s chest, loving the way his heart races beneath my cheek while Emerson fucks my ass ruthlessly.

He cums with a shout. His cock shooting ropes of cum so deep and powerfully inside me. He digs his fingers into my hipsand presses himself so deep, holding still until he’s completely spent.

I go absolutely limp on top of Cy. I’m barely coherent enough to get up and use the bathroom while the guys change the sheets out to a dry set. I snuggle right into bed between them and immediately pass out.

Chapter

Twenty-One

DECLAN

Scott Flynn is dead. Dad called me earlier with the news. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Apparently, the press is hounding Annabelle, so he canceled their plans and took her to the house he purchased a few years ago in Palm Springs. It’s tucked away in a gated golf course community with tight security. With the current state of the world, it shouldn't be long before some other scandal breaks and the news cycle moves on.

I sink down into the bubbling hot water, letting it ease the tension from my muscles. My eyes drift closed as I sink into the utter relaxation of the moment. This trip is exactly what I needed, what we all needed.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Harper’s voice comes softly from beside me.

I open my eyes and look over at her. “Not at all.”

She smiles and sets her towel on the table beside her. I watch as she climbs into the hot tub and sinks down into the steaming water. She groans as she lets herself go down as far as the top of her shoulders.

I haven’t had much time to figure out how I’m going to break the news to her about her father. Should I just blurt it out? Should I bring him up casually? Not that there’s really any casual way to bring up someone’s abuser.

“Apparently my father was killed in a prison fight last night,” she says matter of factly.

“Dad told me.” I watch her warily. “How does that make you feel?”

“I feel,” she pauses to think, her fingertips skimming the top of the water, “nothing.” Her eyes flit to mine, and they do look empty. “How awful is that? I should feel sad at the very least, right? Just for the loss of the man who gave me life?”

“I think anything you feel is valid. It’s not as if he was a good dad to you.”

“Definitely not.” She falls into silence as clouds roll over the sky above us. “I think I grieved the loss of him already. Probably years ago, when I realized he would never be what I wanted or needed him to be.”

“That makes sense.” I reach out and grab her hands, pulling her across the hot tub and onto my lap. “We’re just two members of the dead parents club.”

“Except your mom was a good person.” She rests her knees on either side of my thighs.

My hands find their way to her hips. “Most of the time. Although she had a wicked temper. The day she died she got in a fight with Dad and left without saying goodbye or telling us she loved us.”

I’ll never forget the anguished look on my father’s face when my grandfather showed up at the house with tears streamingdown his face. “The last thing my dad said to my mom was that she was being reckless and selfish because the aircraft she was test flying kept failing basic safety checks. She told him he was being too harsh and hysterical. I watched them argue from around the corner of the kitchen.”

“Oh my gosh.” Her face looks stricken. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve mostly worked past it.” I give her a careless shrug that feels like the first time I’ve ever lied to her. “I know how much she loved me. But it is why I get so weird about you leaving without saying goodbye or telling me where you’re going.”

Her lips turn down as she looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “If I would have known, I would have said something. Left a note at least.”

“Well now you know.” I lift my hand to her cheek. “You just have to promise to never leave angry like that.”

“I promise.” She seals it with a tender kiss.

I decide it’s time for a change of conversation. “Did you have fun last night?” I smirk down at her. “It sure sounded like it.”

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