Page 35 of Twisted Devotion
Stevie crosses her arms over her chest and sits back in her chair, cutting her off before she can say anything about her estranged son. “Right, because your views are atrocious and youwouldn’t open your mind for your own son.” The server gasps again, and my love for Stevie grows to a level I didn’t know was possible outside of Audrey. “So, no, we don’t want your acceptance or approval. This is polyamory, not that you care to learn or open your mind to it.”
Audrey pulls out a twenty-dollar bill from her purse, placing it on the table, and says, “You have the day you deserve.” Then she tells us, “Let’s go, we can go through a drive-thru.”
“Then putt-putt,” I add with a smile as I stand from my chair to get the hell out of this restaurant.
Once we’re out the door, Stevie jokes, ”Oh, the wonders of a small town... And knowing everyone. Sometimes it does come in handy, though.”
I question over my shoulder, “How did you know about her son?”
“She boo-hoos all over social media, blaming her child instead of being accepting, and I have to watch her son be upset by his own mother. We went to school together, and I knew as she came up to the table she would have a problem with us, but I love to make folks like her uncomfortable.” She gives me a beaming smile. “And just maybe that interaction will open her mind… probably not, but you never know.”
Audrey walks between us, holding both of our hands. She looks to Stevie. “Thank you for that. That’s what I’ve been worried about, honestly, for the past decade. It’s what has kept us from bringing anyone into the marriage. And now that it’s over, it really wasn’t as bad as I was thinking it was going to be.”
“Anytime, Princess.” Stevie presses a kiss to Audrey’s lips as I open the car door for them. Before getting in, Stevie presses Audrey’s back into the car, deepening the kiss. And I’m sitting here watching, so thankful that the door is hiding my quickly hardening cock.
By the time they break apart, I’m half tempted to tell them we can just head to our bedroom, but Audrey’s face lights up. “Putt-putt time! But burgers first, I’m fucking starving.”
I slap both of their asses as they climb in, finally. “Let’s go, I can’t have both of you getting hangry…”
Stevie chuckles from the back seat. “I hope you two are up for some PDA after that, because we’re not dealing with people thinking I’m your daughter every time we’re out together.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
AUDREY
Boden’s command shocks me as he guides us into the house. “Both of you, bedroom, now.” We were all over one another at putt-putt, and to say we’re within an inch of combusting is an understatement. I’m surprised we make it inside the house before the clothing starts hitting the ground.
Stevie’s shirt is over her head, and her black lace bralette is right behind it, hitting the floor and creating a trail of clothes down our hallway. As she spins around to face us, walking backward, cupping her perfect tits in her hands teasing both Bo and I, she asks, “You two gonna be able to keep up with me tonight?”
“Fuck yeah we are,” he barks back before pulling his shirt off, and mine comes off right behind his. Then I hear his belt clanging open before hitting the floor with his pants. I pull my jeans off once I’m in the doorway of our room as I see Stevie digging in her backpack.
“What’s in the backpack?” I step behind Stevie, looking over her shoulder while massaging her bare back. I get distracted cupping her perfectly round ass, admiring her tattoos coveringher skin. I need to sit down one day and look at them all, they’re so beautiful. Even the ones she thinks are dumb now, they had meaning when she got them. Even if that meaning was funny or a joke at the time.
“My cocks, Princess. You wanna pick your favorite out?”
Ope, attention is back on the backpack.
She brought this to our room earlier, along with a weekender bag, and I figured it was her skincare or something like that. Never did I imagine it was full of sex toys. “Now, pick modestly, because I have plans to stretch that pretty cunt out over both your husband’s cock and mine.”
My thighs clench, looking for some friction at the mere thought of both of them being in me at the same time.
“Oh, yes yes yes.” I move to her side and start shuffling the toys around, gripping and measuring them with my hand. Then, I finally settle on one. “This is the one.” I pull it out, holding it up. I like that it doesn’t have the silicone feel to it. It surprisingly feels very much like skin—just pink skin.
All I can see on her face is lust as she places a kiss on my lips. “The hot pink one. Good choice.”
Bo is grabbing the lube from the nightstand and tossing it on the bed, his cock already hard and heavy between his legs. Stevie pulls on a pair of biker shorts, and I tilt my head, wondering what the hell she’s doing putting clothes on when all I want to do is lick every part of her.
“I’m not getting harness burn, Princess. Now go lie down and let your husband eat that cunt of yours while I get your second cock ready.” The only thing I can give her is a reassuring whimper because fuck yes to two cocks. I’ll ask strap questions later.
I’m practically levitating over to the bed before I flop down, star fishing out, ready to be used however they see fit.
Bo’s position above me, kissing down my body, pinching my nipples, and is eventually spreading my legs and licking up my center like he’s been starved of it. His fingers enter me, and by the time I’m gripping his hair and yelling that I’m about to come, it feels like hours have passed, but I know it’s only been a few minutes.
Bo comes up for air, and his wet mustache and chin have me pulling him to my mouth to taste myself on him. Stevie is at our side now, pink cock in the O-ring on the front of her harness, and goddamn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter.
“Bo, on your back,” Stevie instructs, and Bo listens like he always does.
