Page 87 of The Devils of Saint City

I wait to bring it up until after dinner though, when we’re laid out under the stars tangled together on a blanket, because this is my favorite part of every day. The look on Rhea’s face when she saw the room we made for her was priceless, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the expression she wears when she’s under the real night sky. It’s almost like nothing negative could ever touch us out here. “So, I’ve been thinking,” I start, feeling both of their gazes swivel toward me. “Should we move?”

“What, to the other side of the yard?” Rhea laughs. “The fire pit would be too far away.”

Chuckling, I roll on my side to watch their faces. “No. I mean from here. From this... dreadful town.” I know Creed let us quit, but I keep looking over my shoulder for him to collect what he might think he’s owed. I hate it. “We could go somewhere and start fresh, somewhere where no one will call us devils but you.”

I touch her chin gently, bringing her gaze to mine.

“Really? You’d leave this house?”

The hope in her eyes erases any trace of doubt I had before opening this conversation. I know Asher well enough to know he doesn’t handle change well, but even this will be good for him. I just know it. “Yeah, it’s just a house. We could make a home anywhere.”

She wiggles up to kiss me, then rolls over to lay on Asher’s chest. “What do you think? Can we make a home somewhere else?”

He’s nervous, but I’ve learned quickly that he can’t deny her things when she’s cuddled up into him. It’s his weakness. “Of course we can,” he mumbles, eyes finding mine over her head before repeating my words. “We could make a home anywhere.”

Humming softly, Rhea shifts to pull me in, sandwiching herself between us. “I think you’re right. Both of you. It’s not about the town or the walls, it’s about us.”

“And we’re solid no matter where we live. But a bigger yard would be nice... we could get that dog.”

I slide my hand between them to dip under her shirt, the soft skin of her belly making me hum contentedly.

“I’m in,” Ash agrees, making my stomach clench excitedly.

“Rhea? We all in?”

She’s silent just long enough to be a little shit, then wiggles happily. “Hell yeah. All in. Always.”

The second she tilts her head toward me I catch her in a searing kiss, one that promises her I’m just as in as she is, and when I let her catch her breath, I stay right there. “I love you.”

She squeezes me a little tighter. “I love you too.”

“I know.”

And I do. I’m not angry at Asher for what he did anymore. Deep down, I know it’s why I don’t doubt any of this is real. It still feels like an unattainable dream, yet we’re living it every day because our girl chose us — the Devils of Saint City.

Who knew all those devils needed was a queen?

Epilogue

Rhea

The wind feels chilly on my sunburnt skin as I raise my eyebrows to Ash. “Come on, just do it. You promised.”

He huffs, but the little half smile he tries to hide from me makes my heart sing. He can deny it all he wants. The days we flip things around and they get to be my slaves are some of his favorites.

Today happens to be one of those days. It’s only the third time in the last year and a half that I’ve gotten them to agree to it, but each one is better than the last. The first time, they took turns eating me out until I was twitching and half dead. The second, they rubbed my back and played with my hair while we watched a marathon of my favorite movies. But today? Today I convinced them to do it out in public, which is why I’m not-so-patiently waiting for Captain Broody to spoon feed me my hot fudge sundae.

“Asher,” I warn playfully. “You. Promised.”

“As you command, my lady.” His tone only has a hint of mocking to it, much less than the last time he slaved for me, and as he braces his elbows on the table and leans in with the spoon, I take my time opening my mouth. My hesitation gives him an opportunity to tap my nose with the ice cream, a shrug and an “oops” all he offers before feeding me like I’ve asked.

His smile only grows when Manson chuckles at us and leans in to lick me clean.

“Dork,” I laugh, kissing Manson hard as I slip my foot between Asher’s thighs. “People are staring, you know.”

“I don’t care,” Manson whispers, kissing me again. “What do you want me to do for you, baby? Name it and it’s yours.”

Ash slips another bite between our mouths, sending heat straight through me as we both lick the spoon clean.

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