Devil's Own (Palm Island Book 6) by K.M. Neuhold

Author:K.M. Neuhold [Neuhold, K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-04-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

RAVEN

For the first time in fuck knows how long, I wake up feeling peaceful and refreshed. It’s amazing what a good night’s sleep uninterrupted by sex dreams will do for a guy’s mood. I roll over onto my stomach to bury my face in my pillow, clenching my ass cheeks together at the same time just to feel the delicious ache left behind by their fingers last night. I smile into my pillow. It’s amazing what getting tied up and finger fucked by two gorgeous men will do for a guy’s mood too.

I groan at the rapid swell of my cock inside of my silky sleep shorts. I definitely didn’t dig these shorts out of the very back of my dresser drawer as soon as I got home last night just so I could bask in the remembered feeling of the silk ropes a little bit longer.

Fine, maybe I did.

Not that I’ll ever admit it out loud.

I let out a laugh that’s closer to a scoff than I intended and roll out of bed. Who would ask about my shorts anyway? Aside from Angel and Devil, no one will ever know about the silky ropes or the sticky sound of my cum being used as lube to jerk each other off. I’ve watched men, including locals, come and go from their house often enough over the years to know that neither of them kiss and tell.

A hollow feeling undermines the relaxed happiness I woke up with, but it’s nowhere near as bad as I feared it would be. We fooled around and I survived. I’m not sure what else I thought would happen. And, hey, maybe my plan worked. I certainly got plenty of exposure to all of that overwhelming love and passion of theirs last night. Now that they’ve had their fun with me, they probably won’t be sniffing around as much either, so I’ll get a break from that.

My personal pep talk is somehow only managing to make me feel worse. But dammit, I’m not going to waste a perfectly good sex glow on whatever broody bullshit this is. Just because I dress goth, doesn’t mean I have to be dreary on the inside. It’s goth fabulous, darling.

In an attempt to rally my good mood, I open my drawer full of corsets and choose my favorite one. Black, obviously, with black lace detail and a silky ribbon up the back. I decide to pair it with ripped black skinny jeans today, and then I take my time in front of the mirror to perfect my makeup. Once I’m satisfied, I head downstairs to make myself a pot of tea before locals can start filling my café this morning.

On my way into the kitchen, I stop and reach under the counter to grab the cell phone I found on the sidewalk yesterday, slipping it into my back pocket. I’m sure Lyric will be wandering by at some point today in search of it… assuming he’s noticed he’s missing anything yet.

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