“I know, alright!” I shout at him.
“If he doesn’t make it out of this...” His jaw pops.
“Yeah, you’ll kill me, I got it.”
“How many people are in that house?” Noah asks.
“Tagar, Dom, and Ivan. Then Sawyer and Katya.”
“So, three against six. Easy, right?” Noah says
“How dangerous are the other two?” Hunter runs a hand through his hair. I can feel the tension from him. I want to tell him I’m sorry, that I’m just as panicked as he is.
That I love Sawyer more than anything.
I shrug. “Tagar’s alright. He just goes through the motions, but at the end of the day, he works for Ivan. Dominic may be a problem.”
“What about your brother?”
I don’t know where the fuck Koda is. I haven’t seen him since that night he hit me. What is he up to? “He won’t be an issue.”
“Okay, I’m ready.” Devlin steps into the living room and my eyes snap to the ceiling.
Holy fucking shit.
“What the fuck are you wearing!?” Jamie shouts. Devlin stands in the middle of the room in the most impractical pair of shorts I’ve ever seen in my life. Thighs on thighs. Gray cloth draped low on his hips. The sharp lines of his hip bones a magnet for the eyes. All the while he’s shirtless. His chest looks like someone sculpted it from stone. Broad shoulders and thick biceps.
How fucking tall is he?
The veins in his forearms flex. Hair covers his chest giving him an air of dominance.
Devlin winks at Noah, popping his pecs. “Devlin, go put clothes on!” Jamie growls.
“This is my B and E outfit. You want me to be helpful, I want to be comfortable. He bends at the waist, tying his sneakers and looking back at Noah while Noah inspects his nails. Devlin clears his throat then ties his shoes, sneaking peeks back.
He stands to his full height. He has to be nearly seven foot tall... what the hell? The thin fabric of those shorts is barely held up by an untied drawstring. A slight breeze looks like it could tug them down. Brown hair trails down his stomach, which is flexing with every breath.
Then my eyes travel down... and look away from the bulge in those shorts.
“If you have cum gutters, and Jamie has cum creases...” Mark says to Hunter. “Does that mean Devlin has cum canyons.”
This isn’t real life.
“Are you not wearing underwear?” Hunter pinches the bridge of his nose. “We don’t have time for this.”
“It’d slow me down. More aerodynamic this way.”
Devlin stretches. His bulge flexes with the movement. I’m not trying to stare but itsright there! It’s going to slip right out of those shorts.
“Go change! Now,” Jamie growls.
“No,” Devlin says. “You want me to help? This is me helping.”
“For fuck’s sake, we don’t have time for this!” I’m going to scream.
“Yet you came to me instead of the cops.” Devlin folds his thick arms over his broad chest. The cops won’t help me. They’d only make everything worse. Ivan would kill them all before he let a cop take him.
“Go. Change,” Jamie growls.
