Page 80 of Wicked Devotion
Ruby didn’t outright say it, but the sadness in her eyes made it evident that she wanted some company.
At 8am, Mochi wakes me up with a bop of her wet nose, demanding breakfast. I get up to fill the black hole that is her stomach, and soon, the others are also awake. Our breakfast consists of water and coffee, and when Logan joins Ruby and Mochi on their morning walk, I go back to Lily, who’s still snuggled up on the couch.
Leaning over the backrest, I wrap my arms around her, and she lets herself fall back into my embrace.
“I have a surprise for you,” I say, slipping my hands beneath her shirt. She giggles, trying to slide her fingers under mine to keep me from tickling her.
“What is it?”
“A surprise, baby. Now stop being nosy or else…”
She squeals as I pinch her side, scrambling to get up from the couch. I give her a head start, but one moment later, I’m at her heels, chasing her into the bedroom.
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LILY
My heart races as Max chases me through the whole house until we end up in the bedroom. He tackles me onto the bed, and as his muscular body presses me into the mattress, it’s more than just adrenaline surging through my veins.
Max never misses an opportunity to touch me. He is always soft and careful like he’s afraid of breaking me. But sometimes, there’s a darkness flickering behind his warm gaze. Even more so as he pins me down, a big hand wrapped around both of my wrists. So unimpressed by how I’m trashing and kicking in his hold as he makes my stomach hurt from all the laughter his tickling forces out of me.
I hate being tickled. No, that isn’t right. I hate being tickled by anyone that isn’t Max. Because with Max, being vulnerable isn’t scary. Being at his mercy feelsgood, probably because I know he would never harm me or do anything I don’t want.
And maybe that is why his attack on my stomach turns into an attack of my lips against his. I catch him by surprise, and the moment he loosens his grip on my wrists, I turn bothof us around. Straddling his lap, I grab his hands and press them into the pillow above his head with the certainty of someone he couldn’t easily throw through the room.
Max whimpers as I grind over his lap, and our breaths mingle as I hold my lips out of reach for him.
“Please, baby,” he whispers, shifting his hips in search of friction while he looks up at me with pleading eyes.
“Am I interrupting something?” Logan’s voice comes from the doorway, sounding almost amused.
“No,” I say, putting on my best innocent smile.
“Yes,” Max grumbles.
He uses my distraction to his advantage, and once again, I find myself beneath him with my wrists pinned over my head. Max settles between my spread legs, his erection pressing directly against my clit, and with the way his open-mouthed kisses feel on my neck, I don’t know which firework in my body to focus on.
As it turns out, none of them.
“Greedy boy,” Logan scolds, yanking a protesting Max off of me. “I should get you a pretty shock collar,” he muses, searching for approval in my gaze.
I don’t dare to move—or to breathe. I don’t want to risk him ordering two.
“Bet you’d like that, sunshine. Deliberately fucking shit up just so you get my attention in the form of a nice little buzz.”
“Stop creating a problem if you’re not going to solve it,” Max says, provocatively glancing up at Logan.
Logan narrows his eyes, ready to give Max another scolding when Ruby opens the door.
“Dom’s here in five,” she says, looking from Max and Logan over to me. “Everything alright in here?”
“We were just talking.” Logan lets go of Max, a grin dancing over his lips.
“If that’s what talking looks like, I don’t want to know how other activities play out.”
“You already know. Because you don’t knock,” Max says in this specific tone of voice that makes Logan’s left eye twitch.
“My house, my doors, my rules.” Leaving the door ajar, Ruby walks away. “Get ready,” she yells over her shoulder, and as if to validate her, Mochi lets out a single bark.
