Page 9 of The Devils of Saint City

Fuck.

I love the guy, but sometimes it’s really inconvenient when your best friend can practically read your mind. “You think she’s asleep?”

“Probably. She’s strong, but not that strong. I might have slipped a little something in her drink.”

My gaze snaps to his to see how serious he is, and what I find there has me biting back a grin. “Yeah? Good thing she never got around to that lock.”

“I didn’t give her enough to knock her out completely, just enough to make her too drowsy to fight it.“ His hazel eyes almost glow in the low light as he spreads his legs. “Are you ready?”

I can’t help but adjust myself in anticipation. “Been ready. It’s time I take something from her that she can’t take back.”

“Do you still want me to film it?”

“Every fucking second. You still want to join?”

I think of how pliant she’ll be when she’s sleeping, what it’ll feel like when both of our cocks stretch her pussy. Fuck, I’m fully hard now.

But there’s hesitation lining his face. He’s always been fucking soft with her when he thinks I’m not looking, so I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s having second thoughts. She didn’t do to him what she did to me. “I figured you’d want her to yourself the first time, but I won’t say no. I can’t.”

There he is. I pointedly glance down at the bulge in his sweats, grinning at him. “I can tell. I definitely want her first, but I don’t know... feels right if we both breed her, doesn’t it?”

“There’s nothing right about any of this, Ash. But fuck, it’ll feel good.”

Right or wrong, we deserve to feel good when we can.

With the lives we lead, we may not even see tomorrow. What we do for a living is dangerous and violent, so it’s best we grab hold of the things we can, even if that means taking advantage of people. We’d never burn each other, but we’d be side by side lighting the match on the rest of the world if we had to.

Rhea wouldn’t understand that level of loyalty if it bit her in the ass. Hell, maybe I’ll do that just because. I’ve been wanting to bite her for as long as I can remember.

“The fuck is taking so long?”

Standing up, I move closer to the hallway to listen for any noise as I adjust my raging hard on.

“I don’t know. We stressed her the fuck out, it’s hotter than hell in her room, and we know she went to sleep horny. It’ll happen, Ash. Just give her time.”

I’ve waited too fucking long for this.

It takes everything not to barge in her room and just fucking take her. I need release, and I know the only way I’ll get what I need is by unloading everything on her. I just have to find some goddamn patience.

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I’ve all but given up by the time we hear anything at all. Both of our dicks are fast asleep now as we watch some show neither of us are really paying attention to, but I swear I feel mine jerk awake a second before her door opens. Almost as if it sensed her coming.

Clicking the tv off, we sit up a little straighter when we spot her coming out. I’ve only been present for one of her episodes before — and back then, we thought she was just sleepwalking — but I’ll never forget the way her eyes looked. Cold, distant, unseeing. Like she was here, but not here at all.

I see the same thing in them as she walks across the room without a word.

Manson has his camera open before she reaches the couch, the phone following her every movement as she sits down right next to me. I don’t hesitate to reach out and ghost my fingers along her hip.

It’s easy to push my emotions aside when she’s like this, because her gaze no longer resembles her mother’s.

She’s just... Rhea.

“What were you watching?” she asks. “I heard noises.”

“You sure she’s asleep?”

“Yeah, she talks a lot even asleep,” I mutter over, then turn back toward her. “We were watchingFriday the 13th.Waiting for you.”

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