Page 65 of Backfire
According to whom? Him? Because I would argue that he didn’t know shit about things like, say, tact for one. A fact that I was about to point out when the blond head of a familiar face popped up over his shoulder.
“If it isn’t my fiery little pupil,” Reese sang while raking his gaze down the length of me. “I’m digging the outfit.”
An annoyed sigh brushed past Devlin’s lips. “I told her to change.”
As much as I hated to admit it, Devlin may have had a point. The way Reese was looking at me made me feel exposed. More clothes didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
“Why would you do that?” Reese asked.
“Only whores walk around in underwear.”
My face dropped. I changed my mind. Less clothes was a much better idea, because fuck Devlin.
“Since when is that a bad thing?” Reese’s light eyes twinkled as he dropped his chin on Devlin’s shoulder and added, “I bet she has a wild side.”
Oh, I had a wild side, all right. One I’d happily show him just as soon as I found something to hit him with. Where was a book when I needed one?
“I’m not staying long, so get a good look.”
Reese frowned. “And here I thought you’d come to play with us.”
I snorted.
The only reason I came out here was to get a drink before bed, and I planned on carrying through with that task. Despite what Devlin thought about my outfit. I held my head up and prepared to leave. They could both watch my whore ass walk away.
“Oh, come on,” Reese coaxed.
That’s when my foot froze mid-stride.
His hand snaked around Devlin’s hip into the front of his jeans. It couldn’t be what I thought it was. Could it? My eyes widened as Devlin let out a husky grunt.
Was he?
Reese must’ve noticed my confusion because his eyes lit up. “Maybe she does want to play with us.”
I literally couldn’t move. My foot was still held in the air as my eyes followed Reese’s forearm to the bulge moving in Devlin’s pants.
What was happening right now? Because it couldn’t be what I thought it was.
“Look at that. She already has her mouth open for you.”
Oh my God!
Heat flooded into my cheeks. This was really happening right now. Reese was jerking Devlin off. And I couldn’t stop staring at the muscle in his forearm. I swear I could feel every flex of his muscle twitch in my core.
When Reese purred, “come here, sweet thing,” my foot tried to steer me that way. So I quickly snapped it back on the ground.
“Reese,” Devlin hissed in a warning tone.
To which he innocently said, “What?”
“You know what.”
I couldn’t tell if Devlin said that statement out of annoyance. My eyes were stuck on what was happening under the denim. And the quiet masculine grunts that followed each stroke weren’t helping my situation any. I had to actually cough down a whimper.
“She wants to watch me suck your dick; don’t you, Sydney?”
Kind of.
