Page 47 of Devoted
“Yeah, that’s just the raccoon.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
VIVIAN
Where can you even get a dildo that big?
“Shh, baby. You’re going to get us caught,” I whisper, my mouth pressing against Knight’s throat. He’s so worked up right now that I can feel his pulse throb through my lips.
No one can blame me for jumping on him the second I bumped into him while he wore the costume I created. Tight black pants show off his tree-trunk thighs, and he wears nothing other than a high-backed corset with a very low-cut front. Only tiny peeks of his tattoo are visible on his shoulders, but they might as well be invisible with the way his huge biceps steal the show.
Before he had so much as a chance to greet me, I already looked around to see if the coast was clear before I was hauling him into a supply closet at the end of the hallway.
“You’re the one who’s moaning, Vivian,” he laughs, the sound echoing above me as I continue peppering kisses on his throatand chest. Holy hell, this man looks gorgeous in this outfit. I’m already thinking of getting him to keep it on after the show.
His large hands feel like paws resting on the exposed skin of my stomach. My skimpy cheerleader top and miniskirt combo seems to be affecting him, too.
“It’s unfair to wear this and expect me not to sport an erection all night,” he complains. Knight dips his head and begins kissing down my arm while I take my time nuzzling into his chest.
“You can be a good boy and save it for later,” I purr, stepping back only for a moment before my lips are on his again, his mustache tickling my nose.
Just as Knight is about to lift me into his arms, we hear the doorknob of the supply closet jiggle and mumbling voices argue with each other.
“Fuck,” Knight exclaims but stays frozen in his spot. Turning around in his hold, I stand in front of him—like I could shield this massive man—as we both watch the door slowly start to open.
“See, I told you, you just had to wiggle it a bit.” Benny’s voice is heard before we see the dancer illuminated in the light of the hallway. It must be dark in here if he can’t see us yet.
“Shut up and wigglemea bit,” Dom replies, reaching up to jerk the collar of Benny’s cheerleading outfit. He’s about to drag Benny into the closet—not unlike how I dragged Knight—but stops when he finally notices us.
“Carajo!” Dom shouts, pressing his hand against his chest. “You two almost scared me to death.”
“What the fuck are you—” Benny was too busy looking at Dom like a lost puppy to pick up on what he saw. A delayed second later, he turns to where Dom is looking, and I smile shyly at him.
“Hi, you two.” I manage to say while one of my hands throws up an awkward peace sign in greeting. Knight’s hand keeps squeezing my waist as he remains silent behind me.
“It seems we’ve mixed up partners tonight,” Dom cracks a joke as his eyes dart back and forth between me and Knight. Keeping his hand wrapped around mine, he steps forward so we are side to side in this weird standoff we find ourselves in.
“Discretion in exchange for not getting fired?” Knight asks, his humor so similar to Dom’s. At least, I think he’s joking about firing them.
“A fair trade,” Dom nods, his easy smirk never leaving his face. From the way he’s acting so boldly with Knight, the two of them must have grown close during their rehearsals for the show.
“Y’all took our spot,” Benny whines, crossing his arms as he leans in the doorway like he intends to stay and hang out.
“I’m going to ignore that, and you two will be leaving,” Knight orders, gesturing for Dom and Benny to leave with a single wave of his hand. Fuck, I shouldn’t find that commanding motion so hot.
“I told you those two were fucking. You owe me twenty bucks and a blow job, Benito,” Dom’s voice carries through the hallway.
We only spare a second to straighten up. Knight looks at me with a worried expression as he tucks my hair back in place. We share a look, both of us knowing this was a close call, and it could have turned out worse.
But, it didn’t. And just like Knight, I trust Dom and Benny to keep a secret.
There’s a feeling blooming in my chest as I watch Knight peek his head to look down the hallway so we can make our escape, and I realize…
I don’t think I want this to be a secret anymore.
Benny and I sit together in the front row, catching our breath after our performance. I’m grateful he agreed to help me with my routine. Otherwise, I would have been lost. Dancing is fun for me, but I definitely am not good at it. It’s all vibes and only an ounce of coordination on the dance floor.
Deciding to put my many years of forced cheerleading practices to good use, Benny and I came up with a fun routine set to “HOT TO GO!” And when he suggested we wear matching outfits, I made that man a skirt and crop top so fucking fast.
