Page 23 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

But since Jax, I wanted more.

I wanted Xavier and Devon, and Jax. I needed Jax to see what I had with the others, just so he wouldn’t be so sanctimonious and self-righteous about the two of us. We had something, yeah.

But Devon had given me so much more.

He’d helped me conquer a fear. Overcome my past.

Set me free.

“Morning,” I greeted him with a kiss. Expecting to leave it at that until after I’d had my coffee.

“Not so fast.” He spun me back. “You. Me. Now.”

“Okay, but don’t you want to see who wins first?”

“Not in the mood for games, Sydney.”

Only then did I notice the pool table hadn’t been set up. Every other morning, Devon had the triangle of balls perfectly positioned, my cue stick chalked and ready. Not today.

If he was ready to change things up, he’d picked the perfect time and woman. Perhaps a quick fuck with Devon would let me ignore my Jax craving a little longer.

“Tell me what you want?” I soothed, edging towards Devon, twirling my ponytail and offering it to him as my leash.

“Isn’t that your man’s line?”

“Tell me what you want?” This time I ran my hands from shoulder blades down his abs, only stopping at the waistband of his shorts. I loved the way his skin raised up in goosebumps at my touch. I affected him. The way his eyes clung to my body from across the room. The way his voice dropped half an octave when Xavier and I were together.

“Fast and furious. Can you handle it?”

He’d grabbed my hips and spun me against the wall before I had a chance to talk. My coffee waited patiently on the counter while he dropped my shorts. Finding me wet, ready and aching for him without warning.

“Fuck, Sydney.”

“Do it.”

“Fuck, Sydney.”

“Don’t just talk about it, do it.”

“It’s not gonna be gentle.”

“Devon, either fuck me or let me drink my coffee.” My challenge didn’t go unrewarded. A tearing of plastic and then I braced. One finger. Two fingers, spreading my lips wide from the front before he heaved me into position.

Teeth clenched into my shoulder. Biting down hard into a lover’s quest to mark me as his. My revenge was sucking my juices from his fingers, biting them while he silenced my moans. Long, angry thrusts.

Devon promised me fast and furious, but that didn’t mean unsatisfying.

My orgasm crashed through my body. Taking away my ability to stand, talk, or think.

Devon held my full weight on his cock. Driving me until he, too, was finished.

“Fuck, Sydney.”

“I think we just did.”

He held me, still facing the wall as he kissed the fresh bruises on my shoulder. “Another day in paradise. Where I get to watch you with my friends. Flirt and fuck with my friends.”

I wanted to reassure him. Tell him that what I felt for him was special, unique. Not even shared with Xavier. But I couldn’t, even if it was the truth.

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