She nodded and pulled a bundle of paper from her back pocket. “I am. This is proof. Miss Betty, Mrs. Withers and I cooked up a scheme to turn it into a bed-and-breakfast.”
“Sounds like another plot right out of one of Gigi’s romance books.”
Devon grinned. “It does, doesn’t it? I have to finish out the six months like Gigi’s will says, but I think Gigi would be just fine with how everything has turned out. Don’t you?” She winked. “Also, your brothers are the ones buying the house.”
I blinked. “I misheard that.”
“You didn’t.” She smiled broadly now.
“You’re shitting me.”
Price closed the distance to us and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “Bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?”
I looked between my brothers, unable to process. Out of everything, this might be the craziest thing to happen today. “Whose idea was this?”
Will tipped his chin up. “Mine.”
“He needed a partner, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to find a new way to drive my big brother insane,” Price quipped.
“Ahem,” Mrs. Withers said, joining our circle. “I’ll have you know that I was the one to suggest they buy it.”
“True, but can we all agree that I was the knight in shining armor?” Price asked. “Per my usual?”
I shook my head again. “Unreal.”
But as I looked around at everyone who’d shown up for Devon and me, I realized it was real. So incredibly, perfectly real. I had the woman of my dreams in my arms, and she was staying.
She tipped up on her toes to whisper in my ear. “Just so you know, I’ve been working hard to get my jaw open.”
My fingers tightened on her waist.
“And I can definitely fit your dick in there.”
35
DEVON
AARON HAD US out of the coffeeshop in three minutes flat.
I laughed openly, my whole body tingling and more alive than I’ve ever felt. “Guess that worked.”
He squeezed my hand as we turned behind the station toward his truck. He only let me go to climb in and start the engine, and then his palm was on top of my leg, its heat searing into me. My pulse kicked up as I did the same, dragging my fingers up his thigh and giggling as he jerked in surprise.
“Oh, you are going to pay for that,” he growled playfully.
“I hope so,” I said, inching my hand closer to his crotch.
He punched the gas.
My back slammed against the inside of his front door as he pressed against me, relieving me of my jacket and sweater before I could catch a breath.
“Fuck, Devon,” he said against my neck, his hands gripping my breasts over my bra. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to do this again.”
I inhaled sharply, the pleasure of him squeezing my nipples spiking through me. “Bedroom,” I said. He grabbed for my ass as I wiggled out of his embrace, and I shrieked, laughing, and darted away.
I made it to his room just ahead of him, and was already undoing my jeans and stepping out of my shoes when I turned to him.
His face went slack as he studied me. “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” he croaked.
I spun slowly, letting him take the outfit in. I wore navy blue, cotton cheeky panties with a matching bra. It was simple, but showed off every curve I had. His eyes were dark with lust as I faced him.
“Undress,” I commanded. “Except your underwear.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked, but obeyed, reaching back to pull his t-shirt off in one smooth motion and leaving my mouth dry in the process. The man’s chest was the stuff poetry was written about. I licked my lips, and he huffed out a pleading groan. “Fuck me.”
I laughed and motioned for him to keep going. “Believe me, that’s the idea.”
He gestured helplessly. “I mean, your outfit, and now you—your lips…fuck.” He finished undressing within seconds, and stood before me, clad in black briefs.
“Sit,” I said.
He complied, and I walked to stand in between his legs. He looked up. “Kiss me,” he said. “I just want you to kiss me. Please.”
The craving in his voice. It nearly undid me.
I leaned to him and fused our lips together, opening for our tongues to meet in a tangle of hot, wet heat.
