Page 65 of Devil's Game

“Let’s take this picture for them before I completely lose control and fuck you against this car.”

Never mind. I wanted him to dothatinstead.

Excitement bubbled up in my chest as I crooked my finger at him, beckoning him to follow me as I pushed off the car and strode to the front.

“Fuck, I love you.” He practically skipped to follow me, his excitement palpable.

I spread my arms as I leaned back against the hood, Spade taking in every inch of my blood-coated skin as the jacket slipped to reveal my shoulders.

A devious grin curled Spade’s lips as he lifted his phone and snapped a few pics. Lust burned through my veins as I watched him, anticipation building as desire sparkled in his violet irises.

I slowly let my knees fall open, letting him see the lace panties just beneath my skirt.

Spade ground his jaw as he visibly fought the urge to throw his phone to the side and follow through with his promise at my teasing, but he snapped a few more photos, making sure to get all the angles before typing a brief message to the guys.

“We won’t have much time now, sugar.” Spade chuckled as he shoved his phone into his jacket pocket and stalked toward me. “After they see that text, they’ll come racing over—I know I would.”

He stepped between my legs, widening the space farther so that they fit perfectly around him. Spade pressed into me, letting me feel the bulge of his hard cock against my aching clit as he grasped my ass and ground into me.

A needy moan tore from my lips and my head rolled back, pleasure spiking through my veins at the sudden pressure right where I’d been craving him.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathed.

I couldn’t respond, couldn’t echo his sentiment, because in the next moment, his lips were crashing onto mine, tongue sweeping in to stroke my own in a possessive, hungry desperation, like he’d been holding himself back for ages. Like he had never tasted my mouth before, and now that he had, he would never let go; he would consume me whole.

From the first moment I met him, Spade had wiped away my inhibitions, letting me just be me, no matter how unhinged or bloody that woman might be.

Spade lifted me onto the hood, my legs wrapping around his hips as I held on to his shoulders. “You look like a goddess, Giana. And I can’t wait to fucking worship you every day for the rest of our lives.”

I gripped his jacket to pull him closer, needing the heat of his lips back on mine.

The rest of our lives.

The words clanged through my mind, not bringing the gut-tightening dread that it had the last time I’d thought about spending the rest of my life with someone.

We’d never spoken about our future—we’d been too fixated on the now, on repairing what had been broken years ago and surviving. But it was almost unspoken, like all four of us knew that there was no way we were ever letting this go.

Now that we’d found each other, this was our forever. These men were written into my very soul, and being apart from them would tear me to shreds.

“I love you,” I breathed, only tearing my lips from his for a brief moment to get out the panted words. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world if I get to have you for the rest of our days.”

I slammed my lips back against his, desperation making me almost feverish, but he was gone. Spade pulled away, his violet eyes searching mine.

My brow furrowed, unsure for a moment where this confusion was coming from, when a jolt of realization rocked through me. He was always so confident, living life by his own rules, that I sometimes forgot that he wasn’t used to that reassurance.

I would show him every day just how much he mattered to me, how much I loved and appreciated him, how I couldn’t live without him there by my side—just like I knew he would do for me.

“You mean the world to me, Spade,” I murmured, cupping his face. I relished the warmth as he leaned into my touch, the vulnerability in his gaze when he shuddered, my words finally sinking in.

“I don’t deserve you, sugar—”

“But you do,” I cut him off, unable to let him speak those words aloud. “You deserve the world.”

“But I—”

“No.” I rubbed my thumb over his cheek, my heart soaring as he leaned into me, our lips mere inches apart. “I love every single part of you, Spade. For all your shadows and brightness. Our souls are like two sides of the same coin.”

“You are the best thing that’s ever come into my life.” The words were soft, suggesting he hadn’t meant to speak them aloud, but before I could respond, his lips slanted over mine, a renewed heat in the kiss as a wave of lust scorched its way through my veins.

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