Page 56 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

We chitchatted about her job, Brandon, and nothing important for a few more minutes and I knew I’d had to let her go back to her job.

I pressed the end button, laying my head back against the castle wall and closing my eyes, my thoughts going back to my mother. Thank God neither Elise nor I had any resemblance, physical nor emotional, to our mother. Elise had the hair color and eyes of our father, while nobody was sure where my dark hair and eyes came from.

Our mother had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was young when she had Elise, and I thought that was partly the reason she wasn’t a good mother. God, how she got on my nerves all my childhood! She always swished her blond hair away from her eyes, she swore it made her appear younger. Maybe she was right. The woman was a knockout, even in her late fifties. Her appearance didn’t compensate for her lack in character though. She was selfish, a liar, manipulator, and a cheater. She didn’t care how many people she hurt or how many homes she’d wrecked. Now, I hated everything about her.

The sound of a cell phone ringing interrupted my thoughts and I glanced around. I stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on the beautiful dress Ainslee picked out for me and I went back into the bedroom that was the size of my entire apartment to see Lachlan sitting at his desk, his laptop turned on and answering his phone.

I glanced up to meet his eyes and noted him staring at me. I wondered how long he’d been in the room.

He spoke Gaelic into his phone and hung up. He smiled and that was all it took for my body to respond. His gaze was full of admiration.

“Hey,” I greeted him.

“You look gorgeous,” his voice reflected the desire I felt. “Simply beautiful.”

He reached out his hand and when I took it he pulled me onto his lap. His hard body was tense but felt good underneath me, his heat soaking into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers at his nape. His lips met mine in a hard kiss. He deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking mine.

I needed him closer, wanted more of him, all of him. I pressed into him and his arm around me tightened matching my need to be closer to him. I moaned, pulling my fingers through his thick hair. He grunted against my lips, his heavy breathing matched mine, our bodies demanding it all.

A loud knock and door opening made us stop, our breathing still heavy.

“Damn it you two,” Ainslee’s voice teased, with me still pretty much cradling Lachlan's thighs. “How many times a day do you get it on?”

“Ainslee,” Lachlan's voice was a dark warning. “Get out.”

“What?” she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes. “I did knock. I came to grab Eve so we can go to the ball together.”

I tried to get it together before glancing back at Ainslee. My mood matched Lachlan's exactly. I felt sexually frustrated right now. I wanted him… scratch that… needed him to fuck me hard.

“C’mon you two,” Ainslee objected chippery. “You can do that stuff later.”

Lachlan gently nibbled on my ear, ignoring her. “Can I kill her?” His tone was easy, low, meant for my ears only.

I chuckled against his cheek and whispered in his ear, as my hand, blocked by his large body from Ainslee’s view, grazed over his cock. “No, I kind of like her. But next time, lock the door.”

His baritone laugh echoed in the room.

“What’s so funny?” asked Ainslee curiously.

“Nothing,” I told her and I got up smoothing my dress again.

Ainslee had excellent taste in clothes. The ball gown was elegant, carrying the luxury with simplicity. It was black, made of chiffon, matching exactly the shade color of Lachlan's laid out suit for this evening. With shoulder straps, it fell softly down my bodice and full-length from my waist to my ankles. It truly made me feel like a princess.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes.” The intensity in his deep voice matched the heat in his grey eyes.

I nodded and walked towards the bedroom door.

“Don’t worry, cousin.” Ainslee just couldn’t fucking resist to say one more word. “I think she’ll let you get lucky tonight.”

“Ainslee,” I warned her.

But then Lachlan had to have a last word. “If you’d learn some manners, Ainslee, I’d be getting lucky right now.” He winked at me and I blushed.

“I swear, you both are crazy,” I mumbled with a little smile on my lips walking out of the room, Ainslee trailing behind me.

As Ainslee and I entered the ballroom, the chatter quieted by a few notches and glances were thrown our way. She was clearly comfortable with the attention but I hated it. I tried to bolt the opposite way from her but she took my hand and held it firm.

“They are looking at you,” she spoke softly so nobody else could hear. “Not me.”

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