His smile was all of the invitation I needed. I reached over to undo his jeans and release him. He had not bothered with underwear, so his penis sprang out, already hard. I took him in one hand, releasing my seatbelt with the other. When I was loose, I leaned over the car’s console and took him into my mouth.“Kylie!” Devon’s voice was shocked, but heavy with desire. I didn’t stop. Instead, I wet the length of him with my tongue. “Let me find a place to pull over before I get us both killed in a car accident.” He was laughing as he said it.I grudgingly sat up, but replaced my mouth with my hand, rubbing up and down the length of him. “You’re insatiable,” he teased me, even as he removed his hand from the gearshift and ran it down my loose sweatpants. He quickly discovered that I had nothing under. I sucked in a breath when he plunged a finger into my wetness.I didn’t know how it was possible, but I wanted him more now than ever. I couldn’t seem to get enough of this man or his body.
“I… I don’t know,” I stuttered. There was a ball the size of a cantaloupe in the pit of my stomach. What was Devin doing here?Maybe he had come to give me the decent closure I needed and apologize for blowing me off the way, I didn’t know if I could face him after spending the night banging his twin brother’s balls off. I was suddenly ashamed of my carnal behavior with Devon as the cantaloupe-sized ball made its way up into my throat.I hadn’t thought through what it would be like to face Devon after being with Devon. What Devin did was wrong, but nothing compared to what I had just spent the night doing. And doing. And doing.Devon was glaring at me, watching the emotions roll over my face. “I guess things aren’t quite as done with my brother as you thought?” It was more accusation than question, so I didn’t answer.“It’s probably best if I don’t go in,” he decided. “He and I will have it out later.” I briefly wondered what ‘have it out’ meant, but my mind quickly turned back to the
I could hear voices in the kitchen, so I slowly headed that way. I didn’t want to face Devin, but knew that I had no choice. When I peeked in, I saw him sitting at our small kitchen table with his back to me. Tobi, the cat who hated everyone except Kim, was sprawled on his lap, purring loudly. She turned to glare at me in the doorway, then jumped off his lap and sauntered away.Kim looked up, “Oh good, you’re back from grandma Kris's place.” She used the opportunity when Devin turned to look at me to give me a big, over-obvious wink to let me know that she was covering for where I had been.I smiled to thank her for attempting to be discreet, and then I turned to look at Devin. That was the only hint that Kim needed. She muttered something about heading out to get some exercise, which I knew that she never did, and quickly exited the kitchen.“Hello,” I finally said to Devin. He rose and walked over to stand directly in front of me.He ran his hand through his dark hair. “I’ve practic
Devin took my silence as anger and continued with his apology. “Kylie, please forgive me. I spent the entire week thinking about you as I finished the boat that we christened and took her out on her maiden voyage. I couldn’t wait to get back and call you, but I was already late for Mother’s Sunday brunch when I docked, and she doesn’t react well to tardiness.” I could imagine that his mum would have a frosty side, if things didn’t go precisely her way.Devin went on, barely pausing to take a breath, “I decided that a family event wasn’t the best place to try to explain things to you; so I waited to call, even though I was desperate to talk to you, to see you, to touch you.” He tenderly ran a finger along my jawline. I closed my eyes and another tear plopped out and trailed down my cheek.Devin continued his explanation, seeming desperate to make me understand. “Before brunch was over, Hailey asked me to watch Natalie for a while. I think she and Nath’s dad needed to talk through a few
I had never been so appalled with myself, specifically with my lust-filled body. How could I have let this happen? How could I have made such a horrible mess of things?I had met two of the most sexy, amazing, wonderful men on Earth, and I had managed to screw things up with both of them. I was sure that the twins would fight, and I was also certain that once that fight was over, they would realize that I wasn’t worth it.I prayed that their relationship wouldn’t suffer any permanent damage from my lack of morals. They were both better off without me in their lives. I vowed to try to move forward with my man-free life, and to try to forgive myself for screwing things up so royally.I could be happy without a lover. I had a great life before I met the Booker twins, and I would try to get back to that point. It would take a while to forgive myself for my indiscretions, but I would work on it.Right now, I needed Kim. I could use some unconditional love, and I knew those two would dish i
I was still reeling from Devin’s visit. Normally, sitting on our front porch swing, looking out over the water, and drinking hot tea trying to relax my nerves, but it was doing nothing to calm my frazzled nerves tonight. I wasn’t even that surprised when the sleek, black Porsche eased into our driveway.When Devon reached the porch, I saw his black eye. His brother had given him a serious shiner. It was already turning purple and looked extremely painful. It made me wince just looking at it. Seeing my reaction, he tried to play it down. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” He paused before adding, “I deserved much worse.”He looked like he felt as guilty as I did, and it made me feel dreadful, knowing that I had caused all of this turmoil. He sat down beside me on the swing, but made no attempt to touch me. Even after all that we had been through, I still felt the electricity sizzle between us. My physical reaction to him was undeniable.We just sat there for a while before he finally broke
I had requested a meeting with my grandma Kris and Kim, I was sitting in the kitchen table, and the two of them were having a rowdy discussion. They were supposed to be helping me sort out my feelings, but it seemed they each had very different opinions about what I should do.They were on their second bottle of our favorite soft red wine, and they were starting to get more vehement in their arguing. I was drinking water because I wanted to keep a clear head as I worked through the mess I had made of my love life."Devin is sweet and kind, and he really cares about her. He’s the better long-term investment.” This came from Kim.“Long-term investment?” Kris nearly screeched. “We aren’t discussing annuities here. We are talking about love. She has passion with Devon.” She reached over to grab my hand. “You have to follow your passion, Sweetie.”“Passion burns out and then what are you left with?” Kim countered. “You need to choose the one that you can have a future with.”“Love isn’t me
I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted and still uncertain about what I should do. I had spent the night tossing and turning, and making up my mind and then changing it.First, I had decided to choose Devin. I had always wanted to have a family, and Devin was the ideal person to have a family with. He would be a wonderful husband and father, and I would be lucky to have him. We would adopt sweet babies, and we would live happily ever after.Relief had swept over me. I had made a decision, and I was going to stick with it. Then, I began to picture going to Booker family events with Devin, and seeing Devon with a constant parade of baddies. I pictured him ramming his fabulous cock into them while their perfect, fake, plastic tits never moved. The thought made me cringe. I wanted that cock to be ramming me.I had sat up in my bed, sweating and feeling nauseous. I couldn’t handle seeing Devon with those women, even in my imagination. When it really happened, I would be desperate fro