"What the fuck are you doin’ here?" Devon snapped.
Sparky growled at his angry tone, but my dog appeared to be confused, because he adored Devon, so probably couldn’t figure out why he was being such an asshole.
"Lemon, why don’t you co with ?" I heard Grace say as I was still frozen to my spot watching so skank rub herself up against Devon. The leash was tugged out of my hand and Grace took Sparky with her.
Devon disengaged himself from the whore and stalked toward , jabbing a finger in the air. "Asked you a question, Poppy. What the fuck are you doin’ here?"
"I... it’s the last get-together before graduation... so Willow invited ."
"You know Willow?"
"Well, yes. Through my parents."
He dragged his hands through his hair. "Fuck , this is not happening right now."
I blinked back tears. I couldn’t understand where his anger was coming from. We were in a good place... no, a great place... but the hate written on his face was almost too much to bear. "I’ll just... um... wait... why are you so mad?"
"You bring your boyfriend?"
"What?" I stepped back like I’d been slapped. "What boyfriend?"
"The TA you’re fuckin’."
"Um, not that it’s any of your business, Devon, but there is no TA I’m fucking. There was a TA who asked out a couple of tis and we went to dinner, but he was a douche. Still is, probably. I don’t know. I avoid him as much as I can."
"Goddammit."
"How did you know about Miller?"
"Who the fuck’s Miller?" he snapped.
"The TA." I crossed my arms. "Keep up, Devon."
The whore who’d previously been all over Devon sneaked out the of kitchen, and I was grateful I wouldn’t have to tear out her hair extensions with my bare hands. If she wore hair extensions. Whatever, I’d rip her hair straight from her scalp if she ca anywhere near him again.
Devon swore and I watched him pace the room for a few seconds before asking, "What are you doing in Savannah?" I asked.
"Moved here."
"What?" I breathed out. "When? Why?"
He didn’t answer, just kept pacing the room, his hands on his head.
"Devon? Are you going to answer my question?"
"No."
Then it dawned on , and I felt like an idiot. For about a second. Then my tummy fluttered and my nether regions zinged. "You moved here because you thought I was dating soone and that made you crazy."
"Moved here because the club needs help."
"Bullshit," I countered. "The thought of soone, other than you, shoving their face in my pussy drove you to insanity." I whispered the ’shoving their face’ part, lest we be overheard. "And since I’m moving ho in less than a month, you moved here to avoid . Which is kind of stupid, Devon, considering I’m close to this Chapter . I an, if you really wanted to get away from , you should have gone to London or San Diego... no chance of going to either of those in the foreseeable—"
I didn’t get the rest of my argunt out. Devon’s mouth was suddenly on mine and I was shoving my tongue down his throat, while gripping his shoulders in an effort to stay upright.
Oh My God, yes. More.
With a growl, Devon broke the kiss and stared at . "You’re a fuckin’ pain in my ass, Poppy."
I licked my lips and smiled. "Good."
He kissed again, but this ti it was slower... more delicious. Good lord, I wanted this man’s face in my pussy.
"You really not fuckin’ the TA?" he asked after breaking the kiss.
"Devon, I’ve never fucked anyone. I’ve been waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass."
"Fuck , seriously?"
"Yes, seriously." I smiled, going for sexy minx. "And yes, I’ll fuck you. Now would be good."
He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed out, "Poppy."
I gripped his cut. "Do you love ?"
He t my eyes and frowned. "Babe—"
"Do. You. Love. ?"
"If I say no, what then?"
I shrugged. "Then I say goodbye, enjoy the hell out of this pig roast, and find a nice man to settle down with. One who’ll shove his face in my pussy daily."
"Goddammit, Poppy."
I released him and smoothed my hands over his cut. "Okay, buddy. I’m gonna go ahead and rejoin my friends. Will you be ho for Christmas? If so, I’ll buy you a gift. Just give a couple weeks’ notice, okay? That way I’ll have ti to shop." I moved to leave him, but he pulled back, leaning down to kiss again, but I laid my hand over his mouth and shook my head. "I’m done doing this dance with you, Devon. I’m all in. If you’re not, that’s totally fine, but you need to make a decision once and for all."
"Your dad’s gonna fuckin’ kill ."
"He’ll get over it." I stroked his cheek. "You know I love you enough to piss him off, right?"
"Yeah, baby."
"But I’m pretty sure he’s going to be fine with this. We’re adults."
He squeezed his eyes shut again. "Goddammit."
"Oh my god, Devon. Sac up!"
His eyes t mine and he gave a slow, take my panties off smile. "Co again."
"Can’t be with a man who’s afraid of my daddy." I wrinkled my nose. "Need one who’s willing to fight him for . You know, cleave and leave and all that stuff."
Devon looked at like I was the alien who’d just burst out of Sigourney Weaver’s chest. Then he laughed. A loud, belly jiggling kind of laugh, and I found myself lifted and hauled over his shoulder, his hand connecting with my butt while he carried out of the kitchen.
"Devon!" I squealed, but he ignored and continued to walk.
"About damn ti," I heard Grace yell and I blushed. "I’ll take care of Sparky. We won’t wait up."
"That’s Devon?" Lemon complained.
"How the hell does Sparky know Poppy?" so random guy asked.
I didn’t hear any more of the conversation because Devon was hauling up stairs and around corners, then set down in front of a door at the end of a hallway. Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door, pushed it open, then guided inside.
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