Page 74 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“There’s one a few blocks from here. Why?”

“Because, we can get fit together. After work or on breaks, hell even before work. I’ll invite my bestie, G, to come along with us.” The idea sounds super fun. I don’t like to go to the gym and workout, because I feel like everyone is watching me. Silly, I know.

“Sounds perfect. Hopefully G doesn’t see me as a threat.”

“Why would she?”

“How long have you been best friends?” She asks, and I’m starting to see where she’s going.

“Since we were kids, so about twenty plus years.” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

“Sometimes if one bestie latches on to someone who is not a part of the group, it can cause problems. I’m not a problem, and she sounds cool, but I know it’s happened before. I speak from personal experience.”

“Okay, well, before we all become gym buddies, you can come over to the house for a sleepover. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a winner, winner chicken dinner.” She say, as we grab our food. “Now, let’s sit here. The show is about to begin.” She says, flopping down at a nearby table with an umbrella, to shield us from the sun. “Now, if you look straight ahead, you will see three different groups. Group one are our The Angels of Night, preppy know it alls, that have fifty percent of the teachers and student body wrapped around their silver-spoon fingers. The girls are their fuck buddies and call themselves The Wicked Girls.”“No way.”

“Shhh, it’s just about to get better.” She hushes me. “The mixed group over there,” She points across the lawn, “are The Ravagers.”

“The Ravagers?”

“Yeah, they would do anything and most of them do, to be considered next in line to be in The Demons Guard of F.U.C.K.”

“Anything huh, like what?” I ask, fishing for information I don’t need.

“I’ve heard some have even stolen from the deadliest group of guys in thetown.” She emphasizes town, being extra dramatic.

“Okay, who is this group of individuals?”

“The Devils of Cliffside.” She whispers.

“No way. Have you ever seen these guys?”

“Yes, but they all go around in masks so they can keep their identities secret. No doubt to add more mystery and danger to their name. Not that they need it, they’re known to be ruthless. If you’re smart, you don’t mess with them. The things I’ve heard, if even half of them are true, would make your skin crawl. They haven’t revealed themselves… Yet.” A sly smile forms on her face as she continues. “There is more to The Devils of Cliffside than just those epic parties they host. But that’s the only chance the public gets to interact with them. They’re highly sought after, if you’re a woman looking for an unforgettable night. And before you ask, no, I haven’t figured out who they are.”

“Look who it is, feast your eyes on the hottest guys on campus.” I look up just in time to see Wyck along with three other guys that would make any woman’s panties melt. Not only does Wyck look like sin wrapped up in desire, so do the guys he’s with.

Guys with tattoos make my knees go weak and all four of them have some serious ink on what I know are magnificent bodies. I shake my head because I’m definitely drooling as I continue to eye fuck them, while Cressida lets me in on who each one of them they are.

“That one, with the sandy-brown hair, his name is Dash. A total sweetheart to the blind eye, but don't let that fool you… He’s a computer wiz.” She keeps talking, I tune her out and stare at Dash.

He’s really handsome. His skin looks tanned, and I know girls that would kill to have that color, but his is completely natural. Those brown eyes of his are a light shade of brown that probably change color in the sunlight. I’ll have to make sure I catch the change because I know it’s a sight to see. What I like most about him is the long earring that hangs from his lobe. It’s a hoop with what looks to be a cross hanging from it. He also has a hoop tragus piercing. Who would have thought I’d like earrings like that on a man?

“Right there is Wells. Not much of a talker, but his cold stare will pierce your heart, leaving you frozen in place.” I highly doubt that, because right now, he has my ears burning with embarrassment as my eyes drink him in.

Tall, dark olive skin, and long blonde curly hair that hangs loosely on top of his head. I’d give anything to see him run his fingers through it, while flipping it back… Just for me. Deep chocolate eyes, a small pointy nose, and some thin lickable lips. Now, my cheeks are burning as I think about how I’d love nothing more than to trace his lips with my tongue just to see what they taste like. Bloody hell!

“Next, we have Onyx. He’s absolutely gorgeous. He likes to keep his mouth hidden and no one knows why.” She rambles as I finally pull my gaze away from Wells.

First I notice he’s ripped. Why is it that wife beaters look horrible on some people, but as I gaze upon this delicious specimen of a man, I see that it works so well in his favor.

Although his arms are covered with a leather jacket, the wife beater shirt gives me a great view of his tattooed covered neck and chest. Neck and face tats are slowly becoming something I could get used to, but only where these guys are concerned. I think as a cheeky smile graces my face. Ever so slowly, I drag my eyes away from his magnificent chest and gaze upon his… Mask covered mouth.

Why the hell is his mouth covered? I really need to see his lips. The need to know if they are just as kissable as the others is strong. All those thoughts are lost when I finally look into his eyes. My goodness, they are a shade of blue I’ve never seen in person. The glaciers of Greenland and Antarctica are what his eyes remind me of. Don’t ask me how I know since I’ve never been there, I just… Know.

“Why does he have a mask on?”

“Who knows, and nobody dares question him about it either.” She adds.

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