Page 93 of Deathless
“Oh, come on. You know you can’t push him if he’s not ready.” I inserted the silver hoop earrings into my lobes, then stepped back from the mirror, angling my body from side to side to check my reflection.
“If I didn’t push, you wouldn’t be dressing up for a date with him right now,” Devin retorted. “It would have been five years from now.” He turned on his side, propping up onto his elbow. “You look incredible, by the way.”
“You think so?” I swayed my hips, making the long skirt swish along with the movement. My leather jacket was slim-fitting and cropped, more for fashion than actual riding. It added a little edge to my feminine dress and earrings.
Lucia picked out the dress and jacket for me. Even my fashion-loving little sister knew I couldn’t go full girly-girl for a date. And I was pretty sure Hudson was going to pick me up on a motorcycle.
“I know it for a fact.” Devin came up to sitting on the edge of the bed, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “You don’t even have to try for him, you know. He’s already crazy about you.”
I turned away from the mirror to face him, bringing a hand to my hip. “He needs this sense of normalcy though, and honestly, I like it.” I brought a hand to the back of my neck as my face heated. “I’ve never been asked on a date before.”
“No?” Devin’s eyebrows shot up. “Torr, Santos, and I will have to fix that.”
“It’s different with you guys,” I laughed. “I mean, I’m not saying no to that, but Hudson needs this, you know? He’s worked so hard over the last year.”
“He has,” Devin said quietly with a nod. “I’m really proud of him.”
I gave him a stern look. “I hope you tell him that.”
“I do.” Devin smirked deviously. “Usually while he’s sucking my cock, but—”
“Oh, fuck you.” I grabbed the nearest thing that wouldn’t cause permanent damage, a makeup bag, and threw it at him.
Devin caught it easily and brought his arm up to throw it back. He cackled when I brought my arms up, shielding my face.
“No! You are not allowed to ruin my face, hair, or outfit!”
“Well shit, I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you cower from anything.”
“I amnotcowering!”
A knock came to the door before we could continue fighting. Which was a good thing, because arguments with Devin usuallyled to intense, passionate sex. Which was always incredible but probably not the most appropriate thing to do right before a date.
Devin turned out to be that perfect medium between Torr and Santos that I didn’t know existed. He liked to push my buttons and get me to react, but he didn’t want submission. Sex between us was a battle, a rough, tumbling, push and pull until we were both sated and exhausted. That was just the dynamic between us. Instead of butting heads, we bit each other’s lips, shoved, grabbed, groped, and tested each other’s limits.
Most of our verbal arguments weren’t serious now, and we actually did get along the majority of the time. But neither of us wanted to have fight-sex all the time, so it worked out perfectly that we had other partners.
If tonight went well, however, his other partner could become mine too.
“I’ll get the door.” Devin stood and smacked a kiss on my lips before I could react.
“You jerk, now I have to re-apply it,” I groaned, turning back to the mirror.
“Worth it.” Devin chuckled as he left the bedroom.
While I carefully tried to fix the lip color Lucia had put on me, I tried to ignore the fluttering in my belly. Why was I nervous? IknewHudson, had gradually gotten to know him better over the last year. When he wasn’t working or spending time with his daughters, he was with me and my guys. We both fucked Devin, for Christ’s sake.
He had been especially busy as of late, though. I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks, so when he asked me—and only me—to dinner the other day, to say I was pleasantly surprised was an understatement.
It felt like this might be a turning point for us, a new chapter in our relationship. And I couldn’t lie, I felt nervous, like a longtime crush had finally noticed me.
Hudson and Devin’s voices were a soft, comforting murmur as I finally left the bedroom, trying not to let my nerves show as I walked down the hall. I kept my chin lifted, my steps assured and confident, trying to channel the strength of my domme persona.
Hudson looked, well, really fucking hot. He’d gotten a haircut and his face was clean-shaven. The blue shirt he wore under his leather jacket brought out his eyes. His boots were polished and his dark jeans were slim-fitting, hugging his muscular thighs in all the right places.
The smile that lit up his face when he saw me did nothing to assuage my belly flutters. “Hey, Rori.”
“Hey,” I returned more breathily than I intended. “Long time no see.”
