Page 19 of Jack's Devotion

I'm not letting her go this time. I'm not moving slow this time. Fuck that noise.

"Jack," she whimpers, clinging to me.

"You can't say my name like that in my brother's driveway, baby," I groan, regretfully breaking the kiss. "He has cameras. He watches them. He isn't allowed to see you naked, riding my cock like a goddess. I'll have to kill him. Madeline will cry. It'll get ugly."

Her body shakes with laughter. "Then maybe you should stop kissing me."

"Is that you saying you want to get naked and ride my cock in his driveway? Because I'm willing to kill him," I offer.

"Jack? Shut up and drive," she says, smiling against my lips.

I kiss her again and then settle her back in her seat, eyeing her. Fuck. She looks thoroughly kissed and too damn beautiful.

Why did I agree to dinner with Drake?

Oh, right. Because I'm an idiot.

"Holy shit," he says not even five minutes later, his eyes narrowed on Madison. "I know you."

"Hi, Drake." She smiles at him sweetly, clinging to my hand like she's a little afraid he might bite. Honestly…he might. He's an oversized asshole.

He glances from her to me, one brow raised. "She's your ghost?"

"Told you that you'd understand when we got here," I mutter.

"Does her dad know she's back?"

"Fuck no. And he isn't going to know until we're damn good and ready."

Drake opens his mouth, probably to ask for an explanation, but his wife pops up, her cinnamon eyes bright. Brown ringlets frame her round face, though they're a little worse for wear, like usual. Madeline is not a tame woman. She's…frankly, she's a petite ball of light who takes no prisoners and has no shame.

"Jack! You're here!" She bounces forward to throw her arms around me.

"Hey, beautiful." I grin at my sister-in-law, kissing her cheek while Drake scowls at me over her head. Jealous asshole. "Madeline, I'd like you to meet Madison. Madison, this is my sister-in-law, Madeline."

"Maddy?" Madeline asks Madison, a laugh burbling from her lips.

"You too, huh?" Madison asks.

"Naturally." Madeline rolls her eyes. "I'll make you a deal. You don't call me Maddy, and I won't call you Maddy. We'll just be Madeline and Madison. Nicknames are hereby banished."

"I like this." Madison smiles at my sister-in-law.

"I don't," Drake grumbles.

"Me either."

"Too bad. No nicknames." Madeline sends a severe look at Drake, only for it to wobble before falling into a smile. "If you keep frowning like that, your face is going to get stuck, Drake."

"So you keep telling me, unicorn."

"That's a nickname."

"Fuck this rule already."

She pats him on the chest before looping her arm through Madison's to drag her inside. "They can pout out here. Let's go get you a glass of wine and you can tell me how you ended up in Jack's pool house."

"Behave!" Drake calls after them.

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