“Nope. Just trying to keep you dry.”
“Well, I don’t need you to keep me dry!” I yell at him.
“Good, because I prefer to keep you wet,” Devlin replies with a cocky grin.
“You are so full of yourself!”
“You could be full of…myself if you weren’t so stubborn.”
Shaking my head, I duck out from underneath the umbrella and start walking toward the apartment. “Screw it. I’d rather drown than get hit by lightning with you.”
“Oh, come on, Jetta!” Devlin says when he runs to catch up and blocks the rain. “The shit with your brother is in the past now. Can’t we move past it? Please. I promise I won’t hurt him again. Ever, okay?”
“Why should I believe you?” I ask.
“Because I’m telling the truth,” he responds. “Also, it’s impossible since he’s banned, remember?”
“What about all the other people you go beat up for money or steal from?” I huff.
“What about them?”
“You hurt them!”
“It’s my job as one of the club’s enforcers!” he shouts. “Do I like doing it? Not really. But I’ve never hit a woman, and I only hit men or steal from the ones who haven’t paid in months, despite several previous warnings.”
God, I hate that I actually want to forgive him just because he’s hot and sweet and really great in bed. I’m a traitor to my gender.
“Sean would lose his mind if he found out I was even talking to you,” I warn him.
“I’m not scared of him.”
“That’s not exactly the point. I can’t go around dating the asshole who hurt him, right in front of his face.”
“Okay,” Devlin mutters. “But you can date me in secret?”
“I’m not sure date is the right word since all of your dates probably end up naked and underneath you.”
“Sometimes I feed them afterward,” he says, which isn’t exactly a denial. “I can cook, you know? We could go back to my place, and I could make you a grilled cheese sandwich.”
“Aren’t you a regular old Betty Crocker?” I scoff with a roll of my eyes since that’s not exactly fine cuisine.
“If you prefer, I could just stick with making you come,” he says, making my cheeks burn as I recall all the times he did just that at the concert. And yes, I would love to go there again…
“If we get back to the apartment and Sean’s not home…” I start.
“Then I can come inside and lick your pussy?” Devlin finishes excitedly.
“Maybe.”
“I can handle a maybe,” he says. And when I glance over at him, he’s grinning like a maniac.
“If we do…this, then we’re not dating.”
“We’re not?”
“Nope.”
“Then what are we doing?” he asks.
“Just hooking up,” I respond. “As if someone like you would ever be interested in anything more than that.”
“How do you know what I would be interested in?” Devlin questions. “We haven’t exactly had many conversations about anything except your asshole brother.”
“He’s not an asshole!” I exclaim. “And saying shit like that is not going to get you an invite to come inside.”
“Fine. I won’t say another word about your brother again. Ever. He doesn’t exist as far as I’m concerned.”
“Good,” I say with a sigh. I do like Dev despite the drama with Sean. If I could keep my brother and Devlin completely separate, then I don’t see the harm in having a little fun with him until he gets tired of sleeping with me and moves on to some other girl.
Devlin
* * *
I don’t think I’ve ever prayed harder for anything than I did that Sean wouldn’t be home when Jetta and I got there.
And, thank fuck, his truck wasn’t in the parking lot.
“It looks like Sean isn’t here,” I point out.
“Guess not.”
“So does that mean I can come up?” I ask and then hold my breath while waiting for Jetta’s decision.
“For a few minutes,” she says. “Until Sean comes home.”
“Deal,” I agree, because even five minutes with Jetta is better than nothing. I would give anything for another night, one without Rob fucking Lawrence…
Hold on. What if, on my own, I’m not enough for Jetta. I thought we had some serious sparks at the concert, but what if it was just the excitement of seeing our favorite band and meeting a rock star?
Either way, I intend to find out if we still have chemistry.
Like an eager little puppy dog, I follow Jetta into the apartment and inside her bedroom where she shuts the door behind me.
Unable to wait a second longer, I attack her. My mouth crashes down on hers so hard her back slams against the door. I kiss her hard and fast while pulling off her shirt because I have no idea how long we’ll be alone.
My hands tug her bathing suit top down to free her tits so I can get my hands on them. That’s when Jetta’s fingernails dig into my scalp on either side, before she starts frantically chanting against my lips, “Lower, lower, please, lower.”
I’m not sure if she wants me touching her lower or kissing her lower. I plan to do both.
Seeing her so desperate for me has me hard as fuck. But first things first, I need to hear her scream my name while I get her nice and wet for my cock. Mine and mine alone. No freaky rock stars watching or participating.
I kiss my way down her neck and to her breasts because there’s no way I can see them in all their perfect, jiggling glory and not suck on them. “God, I missed these,” I tell her as I switch sides to say hello to her other tit.
Based on her nails’ persistence on my scalp, I don’t think Jetta enjoys my mouth on her boobs as much as I do. I cave and let her direct me, pushing me down to my knees. As I tongue her bellybutton, I undo her shorts. Lowering the denim and her panties at the same time to get to her pussy, I spear the tip of my tongue through her smooth slit.
“Oh my god, yes!” Jetta screams above me, her thighs already trembling from just that small touch. Fuck, she must be horny as hell if she’s already so worked up. I keep prodding her clit with just a little bit of tongue, then retreat to drive her crazy. Normally, I would hike one of her legs up and over my shoulder to spread her wide, but I want to see how fast I can make her come with the bare minimum.
“Please, please, please, Devlin!” Jetta chants with her head thrown back and her fingers speared through my hair. She tries to spread her legs a little wider, but my palms hold the outside of her thighs to keep them together. I’m teasing the shit out of her. I know that, but it apparently works for her because her legs tremble underneath my hands and her hips buck off the wall as she comes. Wordless moans and gasps is all I hear, but it’s still music to my ears knowing that I did that to her, just me. I was enough.
While she recovers from her orgasm, I jump to my feet and start undoing my pants.
I’ve just shoved them down and guided my cock to her entrance when there’s a loud thump coming from the other side of her bedroom door.