“Probably,” Devlin grumbled back.
“Shut up.” Reese reached his arm over and pulled Devlin in. “You can both take my love.”
I was wrong. Being squished between two walls of muscle was way more uncomfortable.
“Not that I’m complaining about the sudden need for affection”—I totally was—“but breathing would be nice.”
And still Reese didn’t let go. “Don’t you worry about breathing. I’ll make sure you get all the oxygen you need while I ride you hard.”
All right, that was it.
I elbowed Devlin in the ribs and shoved Reese away. Part of me thought that Devlin might have an issue with my rough treatment, but he just crossed his arms and muttered, “Thank you.” Which made me cock a brow.
If anyone should’ve been annoyed in this situation, it was the person who was forced to be the sandwich filling. Was that my life now? The filling in an asshole sandwich? Apparently, Reese thought so. The second I’d broken free of his hold, he started pawing at my shorts.
Wait… shorts? When did I put those on?
Pay attention, Syd. You have bigger problems.
I jumped back into Devlin and kicked my foot out. “Stop it.”
“You saw what happened.” Reese looked up at me, his green eyes round and glimmering. “We are going to do this.”
“Yes, we are.” Devlin cut him off. “But after she gets some food in her.”
I was so confused. What happened? Devlin was oddly calm, and Reese was acting like someone threatened to take away his favorite toy.
Vines… trapped… can’t breathe….
Intrigue tipped my head. Did we have class today? We must have. Otherwise, Angus would be giving me a lecture. “Were we by a lake or waterfall?”
I distinctly remember the sound of trickling.
Reese cocked a brow at Devlin. “No.”
“Are you sure?” I could smell water and hear… birds?
“Nope.” Reese shook his head. “No lake or waterfall.”
He was lying. There was something. I could almost see it, but it was buried in the back of my mind behind something else.
“You were mad,” I said, looking at Devlin.
He folded his arms over his chest and sighed. “I’m always mad.”
That was a fair point. But still…
I reached down and scoured my brain for the image eluding me. That was a mistake. I was suddenly smacked in the face with a long, thick dick and the sounds of Reese grunting in pleasure. The vacating of my thoughts was swift.
I sat up and cleared my throat. “Isn’t it time for dinner?”
The weird part: Reese’s lip was curled in a smirk.
If I thought they were going to leave me alone to get ready, I was wrong. According to King Asshole Devlin, I was ready. Funny, considering all I was wearing were pyjama shorts and a t-shirt.
Pretty sure that constituted as ‘whore attire’ in Devlin’s world. But whatever. I wasn’t about to delve into the fucked-up reality he deemed logic.
So I went with it and followed them down the hall to the dining room. Not that they gave me much of a choice. Reese practically pulled me out the door, like he was in a rush to get this over with, while Devlin pushed me.
