Page 33 of Devil in Disguise

“No, but it will make me happier!”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at fucknuts’ eagerness to rush into a confrontation with his brother. “All I’m saying is, you need to channel your inner Zen and find your chill,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Take a moment to breathe, to reflect. Guns blazing may be your style, but it won’t get you anywhere.” I paused, a mocking smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “Unless, of course, you’re aiming for a prison sentence. Then, by all means, blaze away.”

I knew my words were falling on deaf ears. Montana’s temper was legendary, second only to mine. We were a force of nature that wouldn’t be tamed. But I couldn’t help but needle him. “You know, there are other ways to find happiness. Meditation, yoga, a nice cup of herbal tea—now, those are surefire paths to inner peace.”

I chuckled to myself, imagining Montana in a yoga pose. His face twisted in frustration.

“You won’t even consider my advice, will you?” I sighed, knowing full well the answer.

Montana was already halfway out the door, his eyes burning with anger.

“I’m telling you, a few deep breaths and a clear head would do you some good. That, or a nice long vacation. Somewhere peaceful. Maybe a retreat where you can—” I stopped mid-sentence as Montana turned and fixed me with a steely glare.

“Look here, asshole! You know I can’t back down from this,Zen Master,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “This shit between me and Kansas has been a long time coming. I’m not about to let it go now.”

I could see the determination in his eyes.

“Fine,” I conceded with a resigned shrug. “But if you’re going to do this, at least let me come with you. I can be your voice of reason, your conscience. Together, we can handle this without ending up behind bars again.” I grinned, hoping to ease the tension that had built between us.

Shadow laughed loudly as both of us turned to look at the fucker.

“You, the voice of reason!” the fucker howled, holding his stomach.

I growled, narrowing my eyes at the soon-to-be corpse before turning back to Montana, who was now pacing like a caged animal. “Alright, hothead, you win. Let’s go pay your brother a visit. But I’m warning you, if this ends with me bailing you out of jail, you’re paying my therapist’s bill.”

I knew my threat was empty—Montana was a ticking time bomb and there was no stopping him now. But I had to try, for my own amusement if nothing else. “And for the love of all that’s holy, leave the guns here. We’re not in the Wild West anymore,” I added, hoping to at least minimize the potential collateral damage.

Montana stopped pacing and turned to me, his eyes flashing with a mixture of determination and something akin to gratitude. “Fine, I’ll leave the guns. But this changes nothing between me and Kansas. This shit between us has been a long time coming, and it ends today.” His voice was steady, but I could hear the underlying current of anger and resentment.

I knew better than to talk him out of it now—the time for reason had passed.

Chapter Fifteen

Danny

“What do you want, Danny?” his sultry, husky voice asked.

“I want to know what I’ve been missing,” I growled. “I want to fuck you, kiss you. I want your body next to mine when I wake up. I want to watch you lick me all over, suck me off as I watch you swallow every drop of my cum.”

The sultry smile before me had my cock straining against my jeans.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

I had long deprived myself of this particular pleasure, but I decided that for this one night and this night alone, I would finally indulge. For as long as I could remember, I harbored a dark secret to taste the forbidden fruit, to experience the searing heat of a single kiss and to know the profound intimacy of love, if only for a fleeting moment.

I stood immobile as I watched the sexy blond walk forward, running hot, fevered hands over my short hair. For the first time, I yearned for longer hair that someone could pull and play with. Throughout my life, I had found satisfaction in facing challenges and hardships, yet at this precise juncture, I was completely at the mercy of fate, rendered utterly incapable of influencing my present situation.

The rich aroma of dark roast coffee filled my nostrils when his soft tongue, wet and warm, licked my neck. The tactile and olfactory sensations were so intense that, with my eyes tightly shut, I shuddered uncontrollably. Unexpectedly and without warning, incredibly warm and delightful lips pressed against mine. Then a hot tongue invaded my mouth, causing a sensual moan to escape my lips.

The feeling was completely novel, entirely unprecedented in my experience, and yet, paradoxically, I found myself completely enthralled by it, loving every moment. My response was immediate when I plunged my tongue into his fiery depths. A violent, uncompromising assault began as hands moved repeatedly up and down my back, aggressively pulling at my shirt until finally, warm hands touched my bare skin for the first time.

As I lifted my shirt to get it out of the way, the assault on my mouth was momentarily interrupted, only to begin again with even more vigor as if no interruption had ever occurred. His tantalizing hands roamed over my firm chest, teasing and tugging at my sensitive nipples.

A wave of intense pleasure sent shivers of ecstasy up my spine, making my skin tingle.

This was actually happening.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it, nor did I want to.

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