Page 190 of Savage Devotion


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I watched as she went to Evan and helped him put groceries away. It was a moment into it before he swept her into his arms and stared down at her. He said something to her I couldn’t hear before she answered back. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment before releasing her.

She returned to me and held out her hand.

I took it, confused.

“What are we doing?” I asked as she led me to her bedroom.

She laughed and lost her clothes along the way before lying on her bed.

I stared down at her naked body, my heart in my throat.

“What about Fox— I mean, Evan?”

“He might come watch.”

“Watch?” I frowned.

“He likes to watch. If he doesn’t, then it’s OK. He told me it was OK.”

I looked back at the closed door.

I did want to get laid, so I tugged off my clothes before covering Rosalie with my body.

“Rosebud, just so you know, I haven’t come since I came inside you, so I hope you don’t mind a short ride, baby.”

“Just fuck me,” she said before she kissed me.

I could definitely do that.

I guided my dick into her drenched pussy. She moaned my name, and I slid all the way in, wincing at how tight she was.

“Damn, baby,” I groaned, pulling out and pushing back in. “Fuck.”

“Harder,” she rasped. “Make me come, Cole.”

Her words lit a fire inside me.

So I put my dude piston to work and hammered away, desperate to give her what she wanted before I exploded.

I sucked against her neck, her breasts, my cock hitting a place deep inside her that made me nearly lose control.

She jutted her hips up to meet the pounding I was giving to her, her soft moans sounding out around me.

I didn’t even hear the bedroom door open and close, but I did see Evan move across the room like a black shadow and settle into a chair.

I slowed my work, making Rosalie whimper.

“Are you going to join us?” I called out, looking over my shoulder at him.

“No,” was all he said.

I frowned. This was weird.

Not that he was watching, but that he didn’t want to join. The Fox I knew always joined.

Of course, this wasn’t Fox. It was Evan.

“He’s… different now,” Rosalie murmured. “He’ll join when he’s comfortable.”