She's not talking to me, well that's not exactly true. She did say 'I'm okay Devon you don't have to worry about me' before disappearing behind the bedroom door and shutting me out. If I didn't have to hunt down the madman that was after her I would've taken the time to explain to her but time was of the essence. It hurt like fuck that she wouldn't even sit next to me at lunch and then again at dinner, but it was for the best. The next day things were a little less stressed. She was back to smiling, but at everyone else but me, and the women were all in a flutter because of some party they were planning, so I was spared the dirty looks. "Okay my source tells me your guy is indeed in Doha but I don't have eyes on him yet. It might take a couple days so why don't we spend some time with our women before they mutiny. I think Devon set off some kinda storm and now all our asses are on the line." "Thanks for putting that shit on me Mancini but you freaks w
"Whoa bro, so why don't you talk to her?" I stepped back from the look he threw me. "Just a suggestion brother." I smirked over his shoulder at Tyler who was acting the damn fool and tried not to laugh because he was rolling his eyes behind Dev's back the way I'd seen Dani or Gaby do with their men. I didn't pay too much attention when I heard the women hooting and hollering, they're always carrying on about something and it being their first time out anywhere I'm sure they were ready to cut loose. The tempo of the music changed from some slow island melody to something a bit more upbeat. "Dev?" What the fuck's wrong with him now? He'd gone from a relaxed pose to standing on guard, kinda like when a dog's hair stands up on its back. His gaze was focused somewhere over my shoulder in the general direction of the women and I turned to look to see what could possibly have his panties in a twist. "Oh shit!" Ariel was in the middle of the dance floor and t
"I told you it would work." I high fived the others including Ariel even though she still looked like she was in shock. I took a quick peek at the guys and toned it down a bit; they were not amused. Oh well! "So, our next move, you're going to completely ignore him." "I don't know Kelly." Dana-Sue took a sip of her juice and looked back at her man before turning around again. "Law has that look on his face, the one he always gets when I let Melissa talk me into doing something stupid." "Hey, my ideas are never stupid. If these cavemen weren't so damn secretive and heavy handed we wouldn't have to go to these lengths. Do you want to know when is the last time I was allowed off the ranch? A damn year ago almost." "Oh crap, we've only been sequestered a few months but if that shit goes on much longer I'm gonna revolt." "And Logan will lock your ass away somewhere for good." "Oh come on Vanessa, you can't tell me you're not going stark ravin
Their antics are helping me to overcome whatever lingering fear I might've had because in the real world I should be hiding away somewhere afraid to leave the house. And at night, when I'm in bed with Quinn, after he's melted my bones, and I drift off to sleep with his scent in my nose and the feel of his strong capable arms wrapped protectively around me, his whispered 'I love yous' makes me feel like anything is possible. I feel like I'm living in a dream and we haven't even touched the surface of anything resembling a relationship yet. But somehow I feel in my very core that this is real. Each time I have a doubt I only have to turn to any one of the women here for some reassurance. Their own story gives me hope, especially Kat, whose relationship is the oldest. I watch the men with their women and can see the love and adoration with my own two eyes, my daddy taught me how to read people. And if all these couples were lying they should be on a Broadway st
It was easier to fight my own feelings when it was just me, but if she wants me too... "Go back inside baby it's chilly out here." And you're not wearing nearly enough. I hadn't said anything earlier because I didn't want to start an all out war, but just who the fuck had given her the little number she was wearing? I knew the short flouncy skirt with the camisole top wasn't hers. Probably Susie's. One that Cord hadn't destroyed yet. I'll be sure to help him burn the shit as soon as we get back. Instead of following my order and returning to the others, she came and stood beside me, looking out over the moonlit water. "Devon, are you mad at me?" "No baby I'm not mad at you, I just...." Send her away Devon, it's for her own good. Instead of following my mind I turned to her, looking down at her amazing face. There was so much feeling in her eyes, such vulnerability. I moved in closer and lifted my hand to her sassy ponytail and her hand
"We've got to stop baby." My dick was too hard and I was just at the point of no return. Wrong fucking place and time. "Just one more Devon please." She kissed like someone who'd never done it before and her naivety just drew me in even more. But the strange thing was, as much as I wanted her, I wanted to take my time with her. I want to show her all the ways I can love her. The idea gave me such a rush. Days spent teaching her all about lovemaking, holding hands as we walked on the beach. And when we get back home, my home, which she'd never seen, we'd spend all our nights together, wrapped in each other's arms. I was weaving dreams in my head like one of Tyler's bitch made skells but didn't care. From the very first time I saw her I knew need and want. She was the first woman to ever make me want more with her and somehow I knew she would be the last. The fact that she was willing to give herself to me only heightened my senses and I p
But there was always something missing. Except with my brother Track. From a very young age he's been my little protector. He's the first human being I loved unconditionally, until now. He never understood, never accepted the way my life was. Until him, I didn't know to question, because I knew no other way. The story I told Devon earlier is just one of the many ways in which my little brother had tried to change my life. While I stayed home all day getting my lessons through the computer, from disembodied voices of the men and women who taught me, he got to go off to school and meet people. He's the one who started bringing the outside world to me. My parents did their bit there too, but Track was the one who brought me video clips of real people, the kids he went to school with, his friends. He let me into his life in the most invasive way, sharing everything he could with the sister he loved and did not resent for making his life the disaster it wa
Now the fear isn't as strong because of him. I like the others too. I've learned what sort of men they are through the women. I also know they're very secretive because their women know nothing of my situation. I shared what I could with them without putting myself in danger, but in the end I don't know that much either. They didn't treat me like a freak the way I half expected, but instead drew me into their circle, like I was one of them, with one glaring difference. They each belonged to one of the men here, whereas I was...what am I? It was them who got the truth of my feelings for Devon out in the open because it was just that easy to talk to them, what with all their prodding. I tested out all the things I'd learned over the years on them and was never more excited than when I was able to come up with an answer for one of their issues, of which they seemed to have plenty and all surrounding their men. They're brave these women, brave and st