Page 92 of Wicked Devotion
Seeing him so giddy always makes my stomach act up. Like my organs are doing somersaults, a feeling I do not appreciate.
We spend the next few hours at the lake, and in a weak moment, I let Max and Lily drag me into the water with them. I tell them both to keep their distance unless they want to end up as a missing person case, but when Max throws Lily my way, my arms wrap around her instinctively.
Just because I don’t want her or me to drown.
Her warm body is pressed against mine, her giggles echoing in my ear, and for a second, I allow myself to think about a future where we could do this more often.Having fun.About a future without bloodshed—or a minimal amount of bloodshed, if needed.
I’m playing a risky game by giving someone so much power over me. Max is trouble enough, makes me vulnerable and weak. For years, there was no way to hurt me. No pain or torture would get me to break because the prospect of dying wasn’t scary. But then Max showed up, and now Lily… They are far more dangerous than any weapon could ever be.
When Lily starts shivering a bit too much for my liking, I force both of them to lie down in the sun to warm up. Away from me because they insisted on sharing peaches earlier, despite me warning them that it would attract ants.
They did not listen, so I had to move my towel away from the quickly forming ant highway.
“You’re getting sunburnt,” I yell over to a half-asleep Max, who grumbles something in response. “Let’s go back home.”
He groans but nudges Lily awake nonetheless. She blinks her eyes open, shielding them against the afternoon sun.
“Huh?”
“Cabin, now,” I say, starting to pack up my things.
I walk back home without waiting for them, and upon reaching the house, I go straight to my room to shower.Judging by the sounds coming from the other rooms, Lily and Max are doing the same.
The naïve part of me had hoped I would get a bit of me-time, but as soon as I leave the bathroom, that dream is crushed.
Max sits on my bed, must have sat there for quite a while already, judging by the wet body prints on my sheets. He refuses to use towels and one day, I’ll make him shake himself dry like a dog.
“We need to talk,” he says, letting out a loud sigh.
“Why is there so much talking involved with you two?” I groan, running my hand over my chin.
I haven’t had the patience to trim my beard in the last few days, and my usual stubble starts getting out of control. So far, no one complained about it, though.
“If we don’t fuck her soon, I am going to die a painful death,” Max says, the sole thought of fucking Lily apparently getting him hard enough he has to adjust his cock in his boxers.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?!”
“I have an idea.”
Max looks at me expectantly, tilting his head to the side like an eager puppy.
“I won’t tell you. You can’t keep your mouth shut around her, but if you tell her, it would ruin the surprise.”
Back when we were at Ruby’s place, I made an interesting discovery about our innocent Lily. Apart from watching trash TV and yelling at grown men, Ruby also likes to read. And some of the stuff she reads makes even Max and me blush. So when I walked in on Lily reading one of Ruby’s books with bright red cheeks and her thighs pressed together, my interest was piqued. I acted like I didn’t see her hastily shoving thebook underneath the pillow, and I also didn’t tell Max about the scene that got her so hot and bothered.
I may not be able to turn myself into a werewolf or whatever that thing was, but I am always ready for a good chase.
“Just make sure she gets some rest. We’re gonna go stargazing tonight.” Max looks at me with furrowed brows, and I clear my throat. “I’ve read that you can see the Ulna Major from here.”
He bursts out laughing, and I push him to the side before I sit down on my bed.
“What’s so funny, asshole?”
“Ursa, Logan. This,” he grabs my arm and squeezes, “is an ulna.”
“If you laugh at me one more time, I’m going to rip yourulnaout and shove it up your ass, sunshine,” I growl, and he bites down on the inside of his cheek in a pathetic attempt to stop laughing.
