Page 175 of Deviant

“Tell you what? I’ll take care of that,” she points to the blood now dripping down to my navel, “If after, we go downstairs to have breakfast with our friends.”

“You think I care about a little bit of blood?” I show her my bandaged arm where I purposely cut out a piece of my own flesh for her, to drive my point across. “I think you’ll have to devise something better to convince me.”

“Oh, I think this will convince you plenty,” she taunts before crawling down my body to lick every droplet of blood on mychest, down my navel until her mouth is inches away from my hard as steel cock.

“Should I go on?” she goads, knowing that she’s won.

“I could use a little more convincing,” I taunt back.

But as soon as she uses her wicked tongue to lap the precum off the head of my cock, I know that there’s no escaping having breakfast with those other assholes.

She knew I’d lose this battle before it even began. And if this is how she intends to solve all our future disagreements, I’m beyond fucked.

Thankfully, by the time we get downstairs, everyone is mostly done with their breakfast anyway. The minute Big Mike sees me entering the room, he throws me a menacing glare and then storms out, saying he’s lost his appetite.

David, Ruby, and a very amused Mackenzie follow him seconds later, leaving only Andy, Harper, and Abigail.

Fine by me since they are the only ones in this house I can tolerate anyway.

“It’ll blow over, E. Just give them time. You did the right thing, even if they don’t want to acknowledge it yet,” Andy says before opening his arms wide and pulling me into a hug, apparently having forgiven me for killing Chris.

“The fuck is this?” I ask, pushing him away from me.

“What do you mean?” he counters, confused. “Do you mean the hug?”

“Yeah, the hug!” I ask, feeling awkward and shit.

“I thought maybe you could use one after yesterday’s clusterfuck.”

“Hold up?! Have you never been hugged by a guy before?” Harper interrupts, her eyes shining with utter giddiness. “Because that would explain so much. I mean, SO much.”

I growl instead of answering her, shoving a chuckling Andy aside as I hurry to take my seat at the table.

Unlike me, Rowen isn’t shy with her hugs, giving one to Harper and Andy, and then another to Abigail before she plants her fine ass beside me.

Five rushes to do her routine taste test while I fume under Harper’s scrutinizing gaze.

“What?!” I grumble when her stare becomes too unnerving.

“I just have to know,” she slams her palms on the table playfully. “You’ve really never been hugged by another man before?”

I stare at Rowen, needing her to save me from this torture.

“Do I really have to answer her? I mean, how much do you really like this chick?”

“Hey!” Andy and Harper shout in unison.

“I like her a lot. She’s kind of my best friend, along with Abbie.” She winks at young Abigail.

I wonder how much of a bestie she’d still be if Rowen knew she was packing a knife under her shirt.

“See? Now you have to answer me. We’re practically family,” Harper beams.

“You owe me. Big time,” I growl at my woman.

“Oh, I think I’m more than good for it.” She winks before biting into a strawberry, licking the juices from her lips suggestively.

“Fine,” I concede, my hard-on forcing me to shift in my seat. “No. I never hugged another man before. If you haven’t noticed, guys aren’t my thing. I’m only into girls. Actually, scratch that. I’m only into one woman, to be precise.”

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