Page 11 of Dirty Little Secret (The Devils You Know #1)

“Lean forward,” I bark, and he pushes his ass out and bends over, giving me better access.

At this angle, I can fuck him deeper, just the way he likes it.

“Fist your cock, baby. I want to fucking hear you scream my name as I fill this ass with my cum.” Jackson obeys without complaint, and fuck, the sight of him pleasuring himself with my hard fucking dick in his ass nearly pushes me over the edge.

I fight against the need to come, needing to savor this fucking moment with him.

Each time that we fuck, he and I get closer and closer to each other, and it’s not often I get to have him like this, all to myself without my twin's dick in his mouth or vice versa.

The three of us are dysfunctional. I won’t deny it.

Yet, there is an unbreakable bond between all of us that nobody has ever tried to understand.

No other girl has accepted us for who we are, and whenever we’ve invited a woman into our circle , for lack of a better word, they always tried to push one of us out, and that’s never going to fucking happen.

The other night, when we were all together, something shifted between us.

Between all of us. I know that Savannah would never judge us for wanting to fuck each other.

In fact, it’s quite the opposite. She wanted whatever it was we were willing to give her, and it set us all on fire.

“Fuck, Reign, baby, I’m so close, ” Jax moans, his voice all raspy from being fucked.

I reach up and tangle my fingers in his short black hair the best I can, tugging on the strands the way he likes it. “Me too, baby. Be a good little cum slut and wait for me. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-Yes, babe. Oh, fuck. I need to come with you. Please. I want to feel you fill my hole with your cum until it drips from my fucking body.”

Fuck. That mouth of his will be the ruin of me.

The motherfucker knows that his dirty fucking words are a weakness for me, and I won’t be able to fight against the pull that threatens to take me under.

“Get there, Jax. C’mon, baby, I’m about to come!” I sob, my every fucking fiber burning with the need to fill him.

“I’m there, love. I’m so fucking there. Please. Make me come with you. Ugh, Reign… Reign baby, fuck yes! ”

I am dead.

I thrust into him three more times, and then we’re both roaring each other’s name like a fucking prayer.

Being with Jackson like this is fucking electrifying, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.

Shudders roll through me as I empty everything I have inside him, and he squeezes every last fucking drop like it’s a damn cure.

Jackson is more than just our best friend.

He is the first person Kale and I have ever been in love with.

Yeah, that’s right. We’re in love with Jackson Graves.

I pull out of him slowly, jerking a little with how sensitive my spent cock is, then reach up to grip his shoulders and spin him around.

I shove him against the wall and claim his mouth, kissing him so that he knows who fucking owns him.

He instantly melts into me, his tongue dancing along mine as he grips my waist like I’m his anchor.

He holds me like I am his reason, and I’ve never said the words, but he’s my fucking reason, too.

Before he can deepen the kiss, I pull back and gaze into his eyes.

So green and beautiful that I might just get lost in them.

“You’re mine, Jackson. You may submit to me in moments like this, but never give up the control that I know you’ve got hidden in here.

” I shift my hand and place it in the center of his chest before continuing.

“Whenever our girl is concerned, you let him out, baby, because that shit had me and Kale so fucking weak for you. The way that you took control, owning her, owning us… I want more, Jax.”

The fucker chuckles, reaching up to brush away the wet hair stuck to my face.

“I give you both the control you crave because it gets me off, but I’ll never hand that shit over where she is concerned.

She is mine in the same way that you and Kale are, yet different.

She is mine to make submit, just as I am to you and your brother,” he says, and the grin on his face is everything.

Then, he pushes me back, shooting me a wink as he stalks out of the showers, my laughter following after him.

I make quick work of washing myself before gathering my gear off the floor and heading back to my locker to change. I freeze when I see Jax standing there. His fists are clenched tightly, but it’s the pale look on his face that has terror rolling through me.

“Where’s my brother?” I ask without thought.

He lifts his gaze to me, and the fear in his eyes has my chest tightening as dread sinks its claws deep into me. He shakes his head, unable to form any words, and turns his phone to me so I can read the text.

Kale :

I fucked up, Jax, I couldn’t let it go. I need your help.

The message alone is ominous, but the image that he sent after it has all the blood draining from my face. Panic like I have never felt before is setting in. It takes me five minutes to form the words I need to.

“We take this to our fucking graves, Jackson. No one can fucking know about this, do you hear me? Fucking no one.” The world moves fast around me as I stare down at my best friend. His eyes are vacant as he stares back. “Let’s go help my brother cover up a murder.”