“Devlin,” I say, my fingers curling around those thick, muscular biceps. I fight to keep my head, not to turn into a quivering puddle of jelly at his touch, not to let lust control me even as he rocks against me and my core melts.
“I put you first above everything, even my family,” he says. “Are you telling me I’m less important to you than your silly little friend?”
I realize then that he’s right. He’s fighting his cousins for me. That’s gothimreally upset. He might not show it the way Dixie does, but he’s hurt and confused and jealous, maybe even insecure. His whole family turned on him when he confessed to something he didn’t even do, to protectthem. He’s patched things up with his cousins, but maybe some doubt, some suspicion and hurt, still lingers. And I’ve betrayed him in the worst way, luring him in and making him care about me just so I could rip his heart out. I can’t blame him for being slow to trust.
I told him nothing happened with Preston, but he’ll never have anything but my word to go on. I need to give him this—and I want to. I want him to know with absolute certainty that I’m his girl, just as he told the whole school. That I’m his and only his, and I’ll never be anyone else’s, no matter what happens. I’m not his mother, who will be cowed into marrying someone I don’t love. If I can’t have him, I’ll have no one.
“Devlin,” I say, cradling his face between my hands. “You’re the most important person in the world to me.”
“Good,” he purrs, rocking his hips against mine. “Either I come first, or I don’t. But you better tell me which one it is right now because I don’t take anyone’s sloppy seconds.”
“It’s you,” I whisper. “It’s all you, Devlin. I’m all yours. Every part of me.”
“Then I’m going to cum inside that tight little cunt you promised was just mine,” he says, his hand snaking behind my thigh and pulling me harder against him. “And I’m going to make sure you remember that. Then you can talk to your friend.”
I nod, my pulse fluttering in my throat when I see the pure, raw lust in his eyes. I’m not sure we’re going to make it sixty seconds before we fuck.
“Take me to your car,” I say, wetting my lips with anticipation. My heart is racing with the dizzying combination of excitement and trepidation as his gaze locks on my mouth. Without another word, he grabs my hand and drags me toward the door at the end of the hall. I scramble to keep up and not lose my footing as he barrels through the door and across the parking lot. He barely gets the door open before grabbing me and shoving me roughly inside, plowing in on top of me.
“You better be glad it was me who ended up in that room with you that night,” he says, reaching behind him to pull the door closed before pushing on top of me again. “Tell me you never wished it was my cousin who popped that sweet little cherry and made you bleed.”
He presses his mouth to mine, but I turn my face away, bracing my hands on his chest. “What does that mean?” I demand.
“We both know Colt wishes he’d ended up in the room with you instead of the Dog,” Devlin says. “Does that make you hot, Crystal? Knowing my cousin wants to fuck you as bad as I do?”
“What?” I ask, shoving at him even as he leans down to run his lips along my jawline. “That’s not true.”
“Yeah,” he whispers against my ear while his hand hooks under my thigh, drawing it up to his hip. “It is true, sugar. If Colt had taken you to his room first, he and Preston would be taking turns with you every night, both of them wrecking your sweet cunt instead of just me. Or maybe they already have. Is that what you were doing while I was gone that week?”
“I told you I didn’t fuck either of your cousins,” I growl, fighting my body’s response as he rolls his hips against mine, letting me feel the heart-stopping thickness of what he’s about to force inside me. “I don’t want to fuck anyone but you, Devlin. So shut up and fucking do it.”
“Or maybe you like them both at once,” he purrs in my ear, grabbing my ass with both hands and squeezing as he grinds against me until I think I’ll burst. “Is that how you like it, you little slut? One in the front and one buried in this tight ass you like to tease us with so much?”
“Get off me,” I snap, shoving at him.
Devlin’s grin turns feral. “That turns you on, doesn’t it? Are you picturing my cousins while I cum inside you, Sugar?”
“You’re really pissing me off,” I growl through clenched teeth.
“As long as you’re not picturing them when you cum,” he says, jerking his belt open. “Because I’m about to make you cum so hard you can’t walk straight. Are you wet?”
“No, I’m not fucking wet,” I say, bucking to get him off. He doesn’t give an inch.
“Liar,” he says, sliding his hand between my thighs. He smirks at me while he palms my mound, his fingers stroking the wet fabric of my underwear. “Fighting turns you on, doesn’t it, you little slut?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Slut.”
My palm stings across his cheek, and his eyes flash with that terrifying, addictive power. The next second, his mouth is crashing into mine, his shoulders pinning me to the seat while he pulls himself free of his pants and pulls my underwear aside. And then he’s inside me, and I cry out, both relief and pain at his sudden entrance crashing over me at once.
“Yeah, Sugar,” he says pushing up on his fists and looking down at me, not thrusting again but staying still to feel my walls clench and spasm around the intrusion of his thickness inside me. “Make those sounds for me. I know you like it rough.”
“You bastard,” I pant out, my body rippling with pleasure as I adjust to his size inside me. “I wasn’t ready.”
“You feel pretty fucking ready to me,” he says with a smirk. “All that talk about my cousins really got you going, didn’t it? You’re so wet it feels like you came just talking about it.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I say, grinding against him, hungry for the friction of movement, wanting him to pound into me until I’m bruised and battered and wholly spent.