Page 18 of Saving Sarah (Blissful Bets)

“Sarah. Please.”

She turned around in her room to see Devon standing not a foot away. “What? I’m just getting dressed?”

“No, that’s not why you came in here. I hurt your feelings by bringing up the past. Come here.” Sarah didn’t move even though she wanted to. “Sarah, please. I just want to hold you, nothing more.”

Slowly, she walked into his arms. Calmness filled her the moment she felt the heat from his body. She could feel herself relaxing and peace taking over. This was the way she wanted to feel, but she wasn’t so sure it was ever going to be possible.

“Better?”

She nodded as he walked her back into the kitchen. Gavin looked at her concerned but gave her a tender smile. “How do you like your eggs, scrambled or over easy?”

“Scrambled.” Sarah grabbed her coffee cup and sat back down at the table. “I want mine over easy.” Devon smiled toward him.

Sarah looked back and forth. The tension thickened in the air. Dammit, she prayed they weren’t starting already.

“You can make your own damn eggs. I’m only making these for her.”

“All right, all right, no need to get your panties in a wad, city boy.”

Something passed through Gavin. First he tensed, but almost instantly relaxed. He laughed and winked, surprising the shit out of her. “Did you know ol’ Devon over here is a Braves fan? I told him the Red Sox are better, but he doesn’t want to listen.”

Sarah laughed at the odd subject, but decided to play along. She knew he was just trying to ease their odd situation. “Well, I happen to be a Yankees fan. Derek Jeter is dreamy, isn’t he?”

Devon busted out laughing, and Gavin narrowed his eyes and turned off the stove. “Did you hear that Devon? I think our girl Sarah just said she was a Yankees fan.”

“Oh, I heard all right? The question is what are we going to do about it?”

“What?” Sarah asked, smiling. “If you want to talk sports, then you’ve come to the right place. I can name the hottest guys from every team, in every sport.”

“Is that right?” Gavin said, coming to the table. “Name your favorite college football team.”

Sarah laughed, rolling her eyes. “Devon, help him out. Who’s always been my favorite?”

“UT, of course.”

She watched him smile, and she turned back in the direction of the gorgeous guy quizzing her.

“Player?” Gavin asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Colt McCoy, of course.”

“NFL?”

“Now this one’s harder. So many hotties.” She laughed. “Devon,” Gavin said, inching closer to her.

“Oh, I know. She’s getting herself in a load of trouble, but let’s hear what she has to say.”

Sarah bit her lip, pretending to think. “Well, I’ll skip all the others and just name the hottest. I wouldn’t want your breakfasts to get cold. I’d have to say Tom Brady for the Patriots. I swear if he ever needs to buy a house down here, I’ll…”

Sarah squealed as both Devon and Gavin picked her up, tickling her. She felt as the men shuffled back quite a few steps. As they came into the living room, they didn’t stay standing for long. With her twisting and jerking against their hold they lowered her to the carpet.

Gavin was lying between her thighs while Devon was wrapped around her from behind. Their hands seemed to be everywhere. Even though she laughed to the point she couldn’t breathe, their touch was causing more sensations than just tickling. Sarah took a deep breath as Devon’s hands froze on the sides of her breasts. Gavin’s hands stopped completely, just under them.

“Your scent.” Gavin closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Gavin’s fingers held firm to the sides of her ribs as he lowered his head to the bottom of her stomach. She moaned, leaning farther back against the hardness of Devon’s body behind her.

“No,” Devon snapped. “Sarah, I think you should get dressed. We all need to clear our heads. Let’s go, city boy.”

Gavin looked up, his eyes a deep green. “Devon, I don’t see why you fight it. I know you want her as much as I do. I can feel it. Plus, Sarah wants both of us whether we like it or not. Now, we just have to figure out what to do about it. I sure as hell don’t plan on giving her up, and I know you don’t either.”

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