Chapter 34
CHAPTER 34
Devyn
Riley is already at the table when I walk into the bar. I get a goofy grin on my face when he starts walking toward me with a smile.
As he reaches me, he whispers, “Can we kiss in front of them now?”
I look behind him and see everyone staring at us, not even trying to be discreet. “Sure.”
Riley moves in for a chaste kiss which quickly escalates into something much more appropriate in private.
“Damn it, am I going to have to see this all the time now?” Drew complains.
We break apart and laugh as we take a seat.
Brody takes a sip of beer. “So, what’s the deal? Are you two officially an item now?”
Riley and I look at each other.
“Yep,” Riley replies. “We sure are.”
Brody lifts his beer in toast. “Well, all hail the Magic Pussy, brother!”
I narrow my eyes at Riley. “I’m sorry, but ‘all hail’ the what ?”
Riley looks embarrassed. “Ignore him. He’s an idiot.”
Brody flips Riley off. “I’d rather be an idiot than pussy whipped.”
Riley smiles at me. “If that’s what I am, I’m good with that. You’ll see what I mean when it happens to you.”
“Ha! Never going to happen, dude,” Brody says.
I lean in to kiss Riley again. “You’re whipped, huh?”
He smiles. “Abso-fucking-lutely. And proud of it, baby.”
Riley
After getting Devyn a beer, I rejoin our group and clear my throat. “So, Devyn has some exciting news.”
“What’s up, Dev?” Rainey asks.
Devyn’s smile lights up the room. “It turns out I nailed that account I was telling you about. I got the promotion I wanted!”
A round of whoops and congratulations go around.
“There’s more,” I say. “I bought a house on Mercer Island.”
Drew whistles, though I can sense the underlying tension in his voice. “Fancy neighborhood for a confirmed bachelor.”
I brace myself as he crosses his beefy arms over his chest. Drew’s the only one at this table who didn’t know about the house. Devyn wanted to break the news to him together because she felt it was important for us to present a united front. According to her, Drew’s a gooey cinnamon roll on the inside—her words, not mine—but he’s also fiercely protective, which means this won’t be easy for him to accept. I raise an eyebrow at her, asking for permission to proceed. With her eyes, she gives me the go-ahead.
“Yeah…about that. I’m not living like a bachelor anymore. And I’m not moving in alone. Nathan and Devyn are coming with me.”
“Ah, fuck,” Drew mutters.
Drew’s hazel eyes narrow, and his jaw clenches. Everyone at the table is waiting on bated breath to see what he’ll say next. Hell, everyone at this bar can probably sense the imposing alpha vibes he’s giving off. I get it—he doesn’t fully trust me yet. And why would he? He saw the aftermath when I left before, saw Devyn broken in ways I can only imagine. It’s something I think about every damn day. But I’m not the same guy I was back then, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it, if I have to.
He leans over and mock whispers, “You sure about this, little sis? You just got back together with the guy. I know you have the kid to think about, but you two don’t even know each other anymore. ”
She shakes her head. “That’s not true, Drew. I know it seems fast—I know we haven’t caught up on everything that’s happened over the past five years—but we’re still the same people together, only it’s better now. I know what I’m doing.”
“Drew,” I add, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know I’ve broken her trust before, but I’ve learned from my mistakes. I’ve grown from them, and I know where my priorities lie. Devyn and Nathan are everything to me. I understand how fortunate I am that she was willing to give me a second chance, and I plan on spending the rest of my days proving I’m worthy of one.” I hold Drew’s gaze. “I won’t let them down.”
Drew’s eyes bounce between me and Devyn as he thinks about that for a moment.
“Well…then I guess it’s my job to give you my blessing.” He gives me a stern look. “But don’t forget what I said earlier. You hurt her, and I’ll hurt you .”
“No worries there, man,” I assure him, holding my hands up. “I swear.”
“Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like they’re drowning in testosterone?” Brody wipes imaginary sweat off his brow, bringing some much-needed levity to the situation. Clapping Drew on the back, he adds, “Well, now that the bodily threats are out of the way, let’s celebrate! Big brother here would be happy to buy a round of shots as a show of good faith. Right, buddy?”
Drew rolls his eyes and grunts.
Brody raises an arm and calls our waitress over. “ Hey, Jessica. Can we get a round of Patrón for everyone? Put it on the big, sulky guy’s tab here.”
“Sure thing, guys.” Jessica laughs.
We drink our shots when they arrive and trade jibes while watching the game. As I look around the table, I can’t help but think what a lucky sonofabitch I am. I have a great group of friends, the most incredible son anyone could ever ask for, and the most amazing girl by my side. Devyn offers me a shy smile when she catches me staring at her. My god, she’s beautiful.
I can’t imagine ever getting over the excitement I feel every time I look at her. And it’s not just her physical features. She fucking radiates goodness, compassion, love, and this sexiness she doesn’t seem to be aware of, but it’s inherently a part of her. She challenges me like no other. She keeps me grounded. She makes me want to be the best version of myself. I know that I’d be an entirely different man without her in my life.
Devyn’s lips curve into a mischievous smirk as she scoots closer. Her fingers dance along my thigh under the table, and the higher those teasing fingers climb, the more I reconsider my assumption about her lack of self-awareness. When she reaches the growing bulge in my pants, the little minx slowly rubs me through the denim, making my cock fully rise to the occasion. My body is responding quickly to her touch, and if she continues like this, I’ll no doubt wind up embarrassing myself.
The entire time she’s practically giving me a hand job under the table, she’s chatting with Rainey, our friends seemingly none the wiser to her sexy shenanigans.
Without warning, Devyn removes her hand from my dick and stands. “I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back.”
I jump up so fast, I have to save my chair from toppling over. “Yeah…me too. What she said.”
I practically run after her, catching her in the hallway to the bathroom. I cage her against a door that’s marked Employees Only and grind my hard-on into her backside. “You’re going to pay for that, you little temptress.”
She arches her back, pressing herself into me. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
I try the knob to the door, and thankfully, it’s unlocked. I open it, revealing a storage closet, then shove her inside.
“You’ll see.”
Pressing Devyn against the wall, I claim her lips with mine in a desperate kiss. She responds with equal fervor, her moans igniting the fire within me that always burns when she’s near. My hands tangle in her hair as our tongues dance in a frenzy, each seeking to devour the other.
My arousal is almost unbearable, but my focus shifts to giving Devyn pleasure rather than satisfying my own needs. I tug at her blouse, my impatience causing me to be rougher than intended. But I need to feel her skin beneath my fingers. As I bunch up the fabric, I’m rewarded with a glimpse of her pale-pink lace bra, which conveniently fastens in the front. With one quick motion, I release the clasp, and her breasts spill free. My mouth eagerly captures one rosy nipple while my hand molds and caresses the other. I revel in the curves and softness of her body, noting how she’s filled out over the years we’ve been apart. She’s sexier than ever, and I can’t wait to explore every inch of her anew.
“Rye,” she pants.
Devyn’s skirt rides up as she wraps her leg around mine, exposing her thigh. She shivers as I gently touch her matching panties with my knuckles. We both watch as I slip an index finger beneath the fabric and trace her smooth skin. I can’t help but smile when I reach the center of her body and realize that she no longer has a small strip of curls.
“This is different,” I say.
She gasps at my touch. “Do you like it?”
In response, I move my hand lower and find her soaking wet. My heart races. She makes me feel like I’m fifteen again, irrepressibly horny and desperately trying not to jizz in my pants.
“I love it, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.”
She moans loudly as I insert a finger inside of her. “Oh god, yes!”
I continue pumping my finger in and out, her whimpers and breathy pants bolstering my confidence. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. Did you enjoy getting me all revved up under the table? You liked knowing you were making me hard in front of everyone, didn’t you?”
As I nibble on her neck, my hand never stops moving below. But when she doesn’t respond to my question, I pause.
“What are you doing?” she demands. “Don’t stop now!”
Amused by her eagerness, I smirk against her cheek. “Just tell me what I want to hear, Devyn. Your panties were already soaked before we even came in here, weren’t they?”
She digs her nails into my shoulders. “Yes! Now keep going!”
Laughing quietly, I’m all too happy to comply. “Yes, ma’am.”