Play for Keeps (The Devil's Share #6)(7)
She smiled and moved her mouth to my chest, placing a punishing bite on my pec. “Like that, kid?”
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” I hammered into her, over and over, using my hand to protect her back from the hard stone. She moved to the other side of my chest, treating it to the same happy torture. “Fuck, yes.” She let her head fall back, too consumed by her own pleasure to keep track of mine. I grinned. I loved seeing her like this, in these moments before she orgasmed.
I put my mouth next to her ear and whispered, “Milk my dick, baby.”
Chapter Six
Harlow
“Hey, where are you going? You’re not wearing anything under that robe.” Luke grabbed my hand as I walked past him toward our oversized steel front door. “The only place you need to be right now is in my lap.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“The girls are getting ready at Smith and Dill’s house, they have the largest master bathroom and we have hair and makeup coming in for the gala.” I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. “You want to come?” He was sitting on the couch, remote in hand and laptop open. Multitasking. Luke checked YouTube daily, searching for the next hidden gem.
“Not at all.” He pointed toward our massive TV with the remote. “Send Smith over here, we’ll watch the UT game and meet you guys over at Dash and Lexi’s when it’s time to leave.”
Yeah, Smith and Dill had the most spacious master bath and Luke and I had the largest TV. You could tell which band member designed their house with a family in mind and which one designed with bachelorhood in mind. Not that I was complaining, this house was a dream. The TV? An eyesore.
I dipped down and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Love you.”
He grinned. “Love you too, Pix.”
I loaded my car and drove the short distance to Dylan’s house. Usually we just took the gator when we were going between houses. But it was windy and I really wasn’t wearing anything under my robe. I parked and walked in without bothering to knock. “Hey, I’m here. Please don’t be naked.” I put my hand over my eyes. Smith and Dylan tended to get creative with their sexual locations. She told us it was because the beginning of their relationship was on a tour bus, and they had been sleeping in a bed that didn’t have a door.
“All clear.”
I giggled at Smith who was sitting on his couch, beer and remote in hand and the Texas game on TV. “I just left Luke in that same position. He told me to tell you to head to our house. He has the game on.” I kept on walking down the hallway, hanging a right into their room.
Dylan was lying in their bed, her long dark hair in giant Velcro rollers and her phone in her hands. Lexi was sitting in a chair with Halen standing in her lap and Bryan was in the bathroom, getting her hair done by a gorgeous emo-looking kid.
“Hello, ladies.” I sat my stuff down in the corner out of the way and hung my dress on the back of the door.
“Jacks and B are getting married,” Lexi shouted when she saw me, causing Halen to jerk in surprise and then stick her bottom lip out in a pout. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby, Mommy didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Lexi,” Bryan called from the bathroom. “Really?”
Lexi winced. “I’m just really excited.”
Dylan glanced over at her. “That and you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”
“I can too. I keep lots of secrets. But you don’t know that, because I don’t tell you. Because I can keep secrets.” Lexi raised one shoulder, giving Dylan an I-told-you-so look.
I walked into the bathroom and high-fived Bryan, who had quickly become my best friend out of the group. We were all super close, we were family. But B and I had more in common; we were the last ones in. “Badass, B, congrats.”
“Thanks.” She closed her eyes tight while the stylist started to back comb her hair.
I turned back around to face Lex. “Why are you so pumped for Bryan’s wedding? You hate weddings.”
Lexi stood then handed me my goddaughter. I was godmother by default because I was boning Luke. Lexi’s words, not mine. “That’s not why I’m excited. I’m excited because—”
“Oh no you don’t, you little secret teller-thunder stealer,” Bryan shouted from the bathroom. “We’re getting married because I want to adopt Landry.”
My eyes filled with tears as I kissed Halen’s cheeks. “Oh wow, B. That’s really incredible.” Landry was already Bryan’s daughter, not by birth, but by love.
She smiled. “We haven’t told her yet, we want to wait until we can do something special.” Bryan let out a deep sigh. “I’m actually kind of nervous. What if she doesn’t want me to adopt her? I’m not trying to erase Emily or take her place. I just, I don’t know, it feels right.”
I walked over and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Don’t worry about that, not for a second. Landry adores you, she’s going to be over-the-moon excited.” Halen fussed for a second and then laid her chubby cheek on my shoulder. It must be nap time. I started to hum and dance, just the way she liked.
“Wait. I don’t hate weddings.” Lexi sat up from her new spot on Dylan’s bed, her hair already gorgeous even though she hadn’t had it done yet. “Why did you say I hated weddings?”