Page 67 of Little Devil

“Do you want kids?” I blurt out, immediately kicking myself for asking him that.

Nice work, idiot.

“Yeah,” he answers, not even a little bit put out by my stupidity. “Two boys and a girl. I want us to have the boys first, though, so they can protect her when they’re older. Me and Nik always wanted a little sister.”

I blink at that, slowly pulling back to look at him. “That was a joke, right?”

“No. We wanted to call her Frankie.”

I roll my lips and he smirks at me, clearly waiting for me to call him out for what he said just now – us, like it’s inevitable – but I don’t do that. Instead I run my hands over his neck and down to the chain there, carefully pulling it out to lie it down over his shirt.

“Was this his?” I ask, brushing my finger over the silver cross on his chest. “Is that why you never take it off?”

He nods and I lift my eyes back to his, pulling my brows in when I catch the stupid grin on his face. I’m just about to ask him why he’s looking at me like that considering we’re talking about his dead brother, but then our phones go off with a string of messages and I shut my mouth. I pull mine out to check it and he does the same, both of us looking down to open the three way group chat Kian added us to just now.

Kian: You two bitches better not miss my party.

Kian: I’m making margaritas.

Kian: Everyone knows you left together, by the way.

Kian: Noah looks like he wants to kill someone.

Kian: It’s hilarious.

Xan laughs and I shake my head at him, setting my phone down on the couch to take his face in my hands. “You wanna go with me?”

“Will you ride my dick first?” he asks, sliding his hands over my thighs beneath my skirt.

I nod a little faster than necessary and he pulls my thong to the side, reaching down between us to take his cock out of his pants. He spits on his fingers to wet my pussy and I sink down on him, moaning at the feel of his piercing inside me. I tip my head back and roll my hips out, riding him just like he told me to.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, wrapping our still knotted ties around his fist to pull me into him. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

My pussy throbs at the look in his eyes and I kiss him, sucking on his lips and his tongue while he gets me off with his free hand. I fumble with the buttons on my shirt and shove it down to my shoulders, raking my fingers through his hair to pull his mouth to my neck. He chuckles like an asshole but gives me what I want all the same, still rubbing my clit with his thumb while he teases my pulse with his lips.

I like having his mark on me and he knows it.

My very own dirty little secret.

“Do it,” I plead, ignoring how desperate and needy it makes me sound. “Now, Xan.”

He sinks his teeth into my flesh and I moan loudly, roughly digging my nails into his neck to keep him there. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave and I grind on him to make it last as long as possible, fucking loving the way he groans against me with his own release. His cum leaks out of my pussy and he squeezes my ass, leaning back a bit to look down between us.

“So fucking sexy,” he repeats, pulling his dick out to slide the tip over my clit. “I wanna go again.”

“Already?”

He nods, pulling me in to press his lips to my ear. “You gonna let me fuck you up against the wall in your rich girl shower?”

“Fuck, yes.”

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Kian’s jaw drops to the floor when he sees me and Travis chokes on his beer, his eyes damn near bugging out of his head while he stares at me and my form. I’m wearing a black bralette with a pair of ripped jeans over some high waisted fishnet tights, my hair tied up into a straight, messy ponytail at the top of my head.

“Not for you, asshole,” Xan says from beside me, playfully shoving his cousin’s head away before he leans over to kiss my neck. “You want a drink?”

I nod and he winks at me, backing away to walk over to the bar set up on Kian’s kitchen island. The boys continue to stare and I chew the inside of my cheek, feeling a little self conscious when I realize they’re not the only ones looking at me like I’ve grown two heads.

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