Page 33 of Twisted Devotion
* wRoNg (feat. Kehlani) - ZAYN, Kehlani
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
AUDREY
Bo shocks me by asking her to stay. I never thought he would have the courage to do so, but as always, my husband surprises me. I don’t know why I ever doubt him. But I also know he’s seen me these past two years and knows it would’ve killed me not being able to have her in our bed tonight.
Especially after everything we just did.
“Mmm,” Stevie hums her agreement to stay, already sounding like she’s dozing off. If we were decent humans, we would make sure she was fully awake to ensure she really wanted to stay with us, but she wouldn’t have climbed back in bed with us if she didn’t… right?
She’s on her back, and Bo and I are wrapped around her every way possible. My hand traces his stubbled jaw from over Stevie’s chest as my mind floats back to what just happened. “How are you feeling about all of this?”
His arm that’s above both mine and Stevie’s head starts to play with my hair that’s fanned across my pillow. “Better than I ever thought I would… which is scary.” He pauses and sighs. “I don’t want to lose her ever again.”
But I don’t think we’ve ever had Stevie Reed.
My hips are moving on their own, there’s sunlight hitting my face, and it feels like someone is sucking my nipple. I crack one of my eyes open, and I’m hit with the sunlight filtering through my curtains.
The sheer curtains Bo just had to have.
Something about the blackout curtains not being good for my circadian rhythm… I’m about to huff and puff until I feel another pull on my nipple, causing a moan to fall from my lips. “Bo…”
“Try again, Princess.” Stevie’s sleep-soaked voice replies instead of my husband’s.
“Fucking great… both of you wake me up like this.”
“Your husband said you enjoy some somno… should I stop?” Her brows raise while looking up at me, her bottom lip resting against my nipple.
?*I grind my cunt against her thigh and shove her mouth back onto my tit. “Fuck no, I’m close.”
I feel her hand snake around my back, and she immediately finds my soaking wet cunt, sliding two fingers into me, like she knows I need. “Use me, Princess. Ride my thigh and fuck yourself on my fingers.” She sucks hard on the underside of my boob, causing me to squeak in shock, and she smiles when she pulls away and sees a mark forming immediately. “Now let your husband hear you come for me while he makes us breakfast.”
How am I going to survive these two together?
I need to come before I can think about that.
I pinch my other nipple, rolling it between my fingers, and focus on grinding on her thigh. The image of her thigh being able to cover my whole sensitive area is enough to push me closer tothe edge of an orgasm. She’s working my clit in that perfect way she does, and it has my body feeling like it’s floating outside of itself.
“Fuck, Stevie, I’m going to come!” My body locks up, squeezing her thigh to the point I know it’s hurting her, but I can’t help it. I come hard, and when I open my eyes, she’s kissing my chest while rubbing my body all over.
“Good morning, Darlin’, you look rested and refreshed.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips, and I know I have a dopey smile on my face.
“Well, I was awakened with a thigh between my legs to use for my pleasure.” I look accusingly over at Stevie standing beside me, looking a little more shy than normal. I grab her arm, pulling her into my side where I’m leaning up against the counter. We watch as Bo finishes up the bacon and plates the waffles with strawberries on top, and my mouth is watering by the time we sit down at the table.
“When’s your next shift?” Stevie asks, and Bo answers for me because the man knows my schedule better than I do half the time.
“Tomorrow. But she has three straight days, so she’ll be out for the count the following day.”
“I start a seventy-two-hour shift tonight, so we’ll be together for most of it.” She pauses, seeming to think for a second. “You’re going to take the midwife patients, right? You’ve been ducking and dodging them recently.”
“I didn’t want you to feel like I was forcing myself into your births.”
“Audrey, you’re an amazing labor and delivery nurse. I would never want you not to attend a birth of mine. Unless I’ve done something that makes you uncomfortable with me as the midwife. I can keep all of this separate from work. I’m an adult.”
And I immediately have so much more respect for her than I did before for that last bit of the conversation. Most people can’t separate work and the outside world; it bleeds into one another, causing drama and unneeded stress, and that’s the last thing I need to happen. I’ve worked so hard for this life Bo and I have built, and I don’t want that to change.
