Page 27 of Twisted Devotion
No.
No.
It can’t be.
I feel the color drain from my face. The churning of my stomach is almost too much.
We paid for our daughter’s best friend to fuck us at a sex club in Vegas. After I set the whole thing up. Fuck, does Audrey think I did this on purpose? Is she planning on leaving me because of this huge misunderstanding? Or worse, does Stevie think we hunted her down and paid for a session after we knew she was over eighteen?
I’m going to be sick.
The words are practically pouring out of my mouth. “Stevie, fuck… we didn’t know. Oh my god, you probably think we’re creeps. I am so fucking sorry!”
Audrey steps beside me, rubbing my back. “Breath, Boden. We can sit and talk this out. This is what I found out and had to come to terms with this past week…”
“So that’s why you were acting the way you were that whole week once you found out it was her who was a Sin’s?” It’s all coming to me now—why she was crying in the shower and acting the way she was.
Audrey gives me a nod, and then Stevie says, “I was going to keep it to myself forever because I’m the one who felt like the creep. I knew exactly who you two were when I turned aroundin my room, but I couldn’t force myself to walk.” She pulls the mask from her head, and I feel like I can breathe for a second, but immediately go back to panicking… because it’s Stevie.
It’s fucking Stevie.
“I walked in on her in the on-call suite, and her thigh tattoo was out.”
“The pink vulture?” I automatically answer because that thing is cool as shit, and you really never see realistic tattoos like it with pink hues in them.
Audrey nods. “The pink vulture. I immediately knew it was her.”
My head floats to the tattoos lining my body, and I grimace. “I have tattoos on this meat suit of mine that are older than you, Stevie!” I palm my head, trying to scare away the headache that’s quickly forming there. “Fuck this is so bad.”
“He really is the dramatic one, isn’t he?” Stevie whispers to Audrey, and I swear they’re already ganging up on me. When I move to sit on the couch, Stevie sits on the couch beside me, and Audrey drops to my other side. We sit there in silence as I take in what the hell is happening.
Then it finally hits me what Stevie said, and my brows instantly rise because who wouldn’t be dramatic in this situation?! “Did anything happen between the two of you… again?”
They look over me at one another, and a smile makes its way to my lips when Stevie says, “I fisted your wife in the on-call suite last night…”
“I should’ve told you, Bo…”
I chuckle and reassure her I don’t mind. “As long as you’re happy, Audrey, I don’t care what you do.”
* Kiss Land - The Weeknd
CHAPTER
TWENTY
STEVIE
It’s like a switch flipped now that everyone is on the same page and in the same room; the sexual tension is almost unbearable. I figured Bo wouldn’t care that Audrey and I had fooled around, but I knew she needed to get that off her chest before moving forward.
Bo breaks the silence, joking as always, “Fisting, ay?”
?*Audrey motions with her eyes toward Bo, and her hand lands on his muscular, jean-clad thigh. My brows raise, but I’m quick to take the hint, and my hand lands on his other. The smile is wiped from his face when he realizes it’s two against one tonight, and he’s the meal we have our sights on.
Oh, how I love a scared man.
I lean in to whisper to his ear, “Is this what you want, Boden?” I grip his thigh and start to trace up his leg to his quickly growing cock. “We could just have you come in your jeans again…”
“No, please.”
