Page 94 of Wicked Devotion
The plate in his hand is huge, just like the bowl, and I pull the blanket over our legs before he sets everything down.
“We’ll share,” I state, and he shrugs, grabbing a chicken nugget.
I don’t know how he does it, but Max has a way of making things so delicious they just override any feeling of fullness.
“Get some rest,” he says once all the food is gone. “Need you at maximum energy tonight. Logan said he wants to go stargazing.”
“Stargazing?” Letting out an amused huff, I cuddle closer to Max. “Isn’t that way too boring for him? Too little violence,” I add, making Max laugh.
“Guess he found a new constellation he wants to show us.The great destroyer.”
After putting the dishes on the floor, Max snuggles up against me, and it doesn’t take long for sleep to pull me under.
When I wake up, the sun hangs low in the sky—and the other side of the bed is empty. The sheets are crumpled, Max’s scent still lingering on the pillow, and I burrow my face in it while I lose myself in the memory of his sweet words, wondering if Logan will ever tell me something similar.
In the living room, the men are talking. Their voices mix with the sound of the running TV, but it doesn’t sound like they are fighting. Just chatter and the occasional breathy laugh from Max. I hope it stays like this. I have nothing to compare it to, but there is a nagging voice in my head that keeps telling me I am the cause of their never-ending conflicts.
Since Max told me to get some sleep, I decide to roll over and follow his order, and the next time I wake up, it’s because of a weird feeling on my thigh.
My foot collides with something as I kick my leg to try to get rid of the unknown sensation.
“Ooof.”
“Sorry,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes.
The moment I open them, Max is already hovering over me, propping himself up on his elbows.
It’s dark outside, the sun long replaced by a full moon, its ghastly white light reflecting on the eerily still surface of the lake.
“I picked an outfit for you. Hope you don’t mind,” he whispers, a mischievous grin on his face.
As I see the array of clothing items lying at the foot end of the bed, I understand why. Max pulls me up, and I inspect his choices with a frown on my face.
“Isn’t this a bit—“ I struggle to find the right, polite words to describe the outfit.
“Short? You're welcome to have my sweater if you get cold. Hot? Definitely.”
“Impractical,” I say as I put on a bra before pulling the tight white shirt over my chest.
“Should I be concerned about your plans for tonight, baby? Did you want to go hunting? Rock-climbing?”
“No,” I groan, nudging him with my foot as I try to close the zipper of the horribly short skirt.
Outfits like this are way out of my comfort zone. The bikini had already brought me to the brink of having a fit, but if I’m honest, there really is nothing to be ashamed of. Both men have seen me naked, put in rather compromising positions, and not once has one of them covered their eyes and ran away screaming bloody murder.
“You’re going to be the hottest girl in the entire forest,” Max says, making me twirl around for him.
As long as he looks at me like this, I’ll happily run around the woods in this getup.
Max leads me out of the bedroom and right to the living room, where Logan is busy tucking the legs of his cargos into his boots.
He stares at me, his expression unreadable as his gaze wanders over my body. Up and down and back up, heating up every sliver of skin like he has laser vision. Maybe Logan really is some kind of experiment, and the tattoos are only there to hide the scars that would confirm it.
“Approved.”
“That’s all?” Max huffs, his hands wandering over the tight fabric of my shirt. “Not even a compliment, Logan? A few kind words to show your appreciation?”
“I’ll show my appreciation later.”
