Good Girl (Playroom) (29 page)

“It’s nice to see you
, again,” I say to the Masons. “Is this the first time you’ve been to the Spook House since it was completed?” I abruptly turn to Robbie, forgetting my earlier embarrassment, “You didn’t allow them into our
Playroom
, did you?”

I close my eyes and center myself. These whiplash moods have been frequent and hard to handle. I must look like the chick from the
Exorcist
, with my head spinning around, going from polite to seething in a fraction of a heartbeat. Fucking chemical dependencies!

“Willow,” Malcolm
warmly says and chuckles that deep rumble he and Auggie are known for. “This is the first time Isis and I have been here since you finished the house. No one will enter the
Playroom
until its grand opening.”

“Okay, good. It’s just that I want to be there when eve
ryone arrives. I have surprises,” I shyly announce.

“I’m sure you do,” Malcolm
chuckles. “Well, we better get going because Willow is right, this is a bit too incestuous even for me.” He stands and waits for his family to join him.

“I’ll see you at home later,”
Devon says. A silent message passes between Devon and his dad. Malcolm brilliantly smiles at Auggie.

“I’ll see you at home, son.” Malcolm says over his shoulder as he
leaves the living room.

Isis looks me over from head to toe and back up ag
ain. She smiles at me when she’s finished. I don’t know how I never noticed the resemblance between her and Rae before- it’s wild.

“I’ll give you thirty-seconds
, tops,” Kieren growls, and then glares at Devon before he sulks off after his family.

I drop onto the sofa
, and Devon joins me. A sudden tension flavors the air. I look at Devon, Devon looks across the coffee table at Auggie, who’s sitting on the other sofa, and Auggie gazes back at me. We all freeze in indecision. Do we talk about what we just saw or pretend it didn’t happen? Fuck it I know. I fidget waiting for inspiration to strike.

“I have to talk to Rob alone for a few minutes. I’ll be back down,” Auggie warns
and practically jogs from the room. My brother had disappeared the second the Masons left the Spook House.

“Is talk code-word for fuck,”
spills from my lips and my palm flies up to catch it a fraction too late.

“It’s Auggie.
He would have just said he was fucking Robin if that’s what he meant. I’ve seen worse from those two.” Devon shudders and it piques my interest.

“Like what?” I smirk at Devon’s
aghast expression and shift closer to him on the sofa.

“You really want to know?” I
nod yes. “You’re as bad as my dad. Curiosity can bite you in the ass,” Devon warns.

“I
still want to know,” I chirp.

“There’
s nothing I haven’t seen from those two. Pray you never see them with Isis. Was that the first time you’ve ever caught them together?” Devon looks at me in disbelief.

“Ah… no…
it was indirectly. Auggie came to bed and I kissed him. It’s what we always do for our bedtime kiss, so I naturally did it. Let’s just say I tasted something I never want to taste again. I went through a bottle of mouthwash. Now when Auggie comes from Robbie’s room, I don’t initiate.”

“Your brother’s-” Devon
busts out laughing. “Oh. My. God. That is beyond disgusting. I’m never kissing you again!”

I tackle Devon to the sofa
and he fights me. We both giggle as I try to get the upper-hand. I grab his chin and plant a smacker directly on his parted lips. Devon huskily groans, fingertips digging into my flesh as he grips my hips.

“You’re awfully wiry f
or a tiny shit,” Devon taunts me.

“I just assaulted a police officer. Are you gonna arres
t me, Officer Devon?” I tease. Devon goes to pull his badge from his front pocket, but it’s missing.

“Looking for this,” I sing. I wave the flip-wallet that holds his badge. “Losing a badge is a big deal, isn’t it? Your buddies at the station would never let you live it down. Especially when they find out a ninety-pound girl stole it.”

“Willow,” Devon seriously cautions me.

“Let me play with your hand
cuffs and I’ll give it back,” a seductive purr rasps from my throat as I negotiate as I get comfortable by straddling Devon’s hips. A pleased smile spreads my lips- I can easily straddle Devon, he’s not the size of two men like Auggie.

“Not likely,” Devon
gruffly replies. “I don’t trust my tiny sneak. You’d cuff me and take all of my stuff.”

“Kiss me,” I purr.
Devon’s eyes dilate and his aroused buddy starts pulsing under me. I slide my body over him until the only thing separating us is my jeans and his trouser. “Kiss me,” I beg with a twist of my hips. Devon’s lips part and his pink tongue peeks out to moisten them. The movement draws my eyes and mesmerizes me.

“Deal,” Devon
breathes. “I’m your willing victim. Assault me.” I tuck Devon’s wallet back into his pocket so his badge is visible. I give it a little pat, and smirk at his awed expression. I patiently sit in his lap like a good girl.

Devon’s hand runs up my back and cups the nape of my neck. He pulls me down t
o his mouth and tenderly kisses me. He kisses me differently than Auggie. I’m not comparing them. It’s just obvious that Devon hasn’t done this with many girls. It means more that this is new to him, too. I feel more confident around Devon than I do Auggie. Auggie’s experience can be daunting and intimidating. Devon and I are on the same wave length. A tumbler clicks into place and I instantly know what Robbie was trying to tell me earlier about our bond.

“Your uniform drives me bat
shit crazy,” I murmur against Devon’s throat. I kiss my way to the v at the top of his collar. I pluck the buttons on his shirt revealing the white t-shirt beneath.

“Ya like a man in uniform, do ya? Maybe cost
ume play is your thing,” Devon huskily says.

“This isn’t about play, De
von. This is our reality,” I seductively purr. Devon tremors underneath me and attacks my mouth. Clothing is torn from our bodies, some of it no longer in one piece. Feral noises rise from my throat as I assault my officer. He lets me do anything I please and it pleases me to taste every inch of his chest. That damned uniform tauntingly covers his chest from my view every day. I’ve missed the days of demolition when I got to watch Devon’s chest glisten with sweat. The days when Devon would walk by and I’d catch a whiff of his scent and go insane with ache. I’ve envisioned myself licking him from belly button to chin countless times, and dammit, I’m finally doing it.

Devon
pulls me up until I’m standing over him on the sofa. He’s eye-level with my belly and chest. The wild, hungry look in his eye has me uncontrollably shaking. He does as I did to him. He kisses and nibbles my belly.

I squirm with every teasing caress of this tongue and wince with the sweet pierce of
his teeth on my flesh. I grip Devon’s shoulder so tightly my nails indent his skin. My legs turn to mush under his care. He licks me from my hips to my neck and back down again until every inch of my skin glistens with his saliva. Devon bypasses my nipples on every pass of his tongue. I groan and growl and beg him to put me out of my misery.

“AH!”
I huff when Devon’s teeth graze my sensitive nipple. I collapse onto him and roll to lie on the sofa. “Holy shit,” I pant in awe.

Devon settles in the cradle of
my thighs and sweetly kisses me. I marvel at the sensation of wrapping my legs around his hips and how we perfectly align. Devon’s skin is velvety soft and warm against mine. It heats me to my soul.

“I
love you,” I breathe against Devon’s lips and fight the insane need to cry. He uncontrollably shivers above me.

“I love you, too, Willow.” Devon’s
blue eyes gaze down at me in a mix of honesty and fear. He shifts his hips and his hand slides down between us. Devon freezes in fear when reality slams into him- this is really happening- it’s not play.

“What’s wrong?” I softly murmur
. The lust has turned to something else between us, and I’m scared that it’ll spook him.

“I…
I’ve never done this before,” Devon says with shame, and hoods his eyes to hide his true emotions from me.

“We don’t have to i
f you’re not ready,” I say to comfort him. “I know how frightening it is.”

“I want to so bad it’
s killing me,” Devon groans. His body pulses against my sensitive flesh to show just how much it’s killing him. “I… I’m scared,” his voice breaks.

“Devon, y
ou have nothing to fear. You held me during my first time.” I caress his cheek. I don’t want to force him. His eyes are wild with fright.

“I…I…” he stutters.

“Devon,” Auggie clears his throat. “You’re safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” I expect Devon to freak out when Auggie speaks, but he relaxes his muscles and collapses on top of me. I’ve known Auggie was sitting on the settee since I felt his eyes on me when I stole Devon’s badge. I’ve pushed his presence away, wanting this to be about Devon and me. I’d hoped that Auggie would keep to himself because I wasn’t sure that Devon would like him watching. Devon’s relief tells me he’s known all along. I won’t ask what’s haunting him. I’ll wait until he feels the need to tell me.

“Willow,” Devon
moans in misery and hungrily kisses me- gnawing on my bottom lip before his tongue plunders my mouth, seeking its pleasure from my tonsils to the roof of my mouth and even underneath my tongue.

I ga
sp and my breath hitches when Devon flexes his hips and pushes deep inside me- deeper than anything has ever been within me. I moan at the intense fullness of having all of Devon’s length buried inside me. We instinctively move together. His lips find my arched neck and suck in a mind-altering rhythm that matches the sway of his hips.

Devon’s fingers intertwine with mine. He holds our clasped
hands above my head and steadily thrusts. Every movement causes sounds of agony to spill from my lips. I emotionally shatter and reform from my child-like mentality to one of a mature adult. I finally know what making love to someone feels like. I understand Auggie’s reason for why he made the no sex rule. If I’d done this with him, I’d never have fallen for Devon. I’d never have grown up. Auggie would have stunned my growth, forever parenting me while I accepted the role of child.

The Playroom is fun and exciting, but it’s cold and clinical. Auggie finds this level of intimacy with Isis and Robbie
through their years of history and connection that formed an unbreakable bond. They gave Devon and me a gift.

I kiss Devon
for all I’m worth. I bite his bottom lip until he opens for me and I thrust my tongue into his mouth in time with the rhythm of his hips grinding into mine. He tilts the angle of his hips and arches his back, and I combust.

“More,” I
breathlessly beg of him. Our bodies don’t move as two people who are ignorant of sex. We move in sync with one another, instinctually knowing what brings the other the most pleasure. The roll of Devon’s hips pushes him deep inside of me and grinds on my aching clit. The sensation is so intense that I want to weep.

“Devon,” I cry. My fing
ers painfully tighten on his as I fracture. Devon shudders above me and cries my name. Auggie said he’d always be my first, but not in this case. Devon was the first man to make love to me and he is the first man to cum inside me- scalding hot liquid fires deep inside me with every pulse of his cock. My body clenches around him, greedily milking until he’s empty.

He slows but doesn’t stop for a
long time as he gently kisses me and murmurs words of thanks and devotion. Devon abruptly laughs and it stuns me. “Make sure you tell my brother that I lasted a hellava lot longer than thirty-seconds. If you could tell Ren that I was the best you’ve ever had, I’ll be eternally grateful. I have a badass, cop reputation to keep.” Devon chuckles to himself.

“I’ll tell Kieren
you shoot rainbows out of your cock if it makes you happy.” I laugh with him.

“Go to him,” Devon
points his chin towards Auggie. “I’ll cuddle up and watch.” He smiles at me, silently telling me that he understands that I’m conflicted about what to do now.

I kiss him in parting
, and then stand on wobbly legs. He pulls the afghan from the back of the sofa and curls up under it and rolls onto his side to face me.

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Chapter Twenty-Five~