Page 17 of Dirty Little Secret (The Devils You Know #1)
Kalvin shoots him a glare and opens his mouth to argue, but Mom places a hand on his arm, smiling up at him warmly.
“Can you help me serve up supper, dear?” Kalvin shoots his sons a glare before following Mom out of the room.
I’m unable to keep up the act any longer and slouch in my chair with a sigh.
“Savy, baby,” Reign purrs, and I loll my head to the side and quirk a brow at him .
Okay, Savy, baby? Really? He’s still going to call me that?
“It's Savannah.”
His dark eyes don’t leave mine as he just sits there, his masculine presence commanding the room. I say nothing, and the low chuckle that rumbles from his lips has me focusing on Jax instead. I refuse to buy into their banter tonight.
“You look good, baby,” Jax says, and I choose to ignore the way heat creeps up my body at his compliment.
Jackson is the kind of man everyone stares at.
He’s tall, taller than the twins by maybe an inch, but it’s his eyes that have everyone weak in the knees.
They’re the most beautiful green I think I have ever seen.
There are a few guys with green eyes in my classes, but they’ve got nothing on Jax.
“Can we all just agree to have somewhat of a normal dinner? I’m not in the mood for your games, okay?
” I utter, and a gasp escapes me when Kale’s hand lands on my thigh.
My breath hitches, and my every thought is robbed.
The only thing I can focus on is his large hand on my body, and the lustful look gleaming in his eyes.
“No games, baby. Just the truth.” This comes from Kale, making my brows knit in confusion as I try to decipher what the hell he’s talking about.
“Truth about what?”
“Us,” Reign answers, and lava flows through my veins as Kale slides his hand higher and higher up under my skirt, until I feel his pinky finger brush against my pussy.
Oh my God.
I jolt upright in my chair, heart lurching in my chest, just as my mom and Kalvin’s voices bring me back to reality, and they enter the room, carrying trays of food.
I can’t think.
I can barely breathe because Kale Jagger’s hand is touching me, and my traitorous pussy is pulsing. I’ve been fucked every night for weeks, and yet the feeling of Kale on my sensitive flesh has me hungrier than I have ever been, and I don’t mean for food.
As Mom and Kalvin reclaim their seats, I let out a soft, involuntary gasp when Jax boldly places his hand on my other thigh.
Heat surges through me as Kale and Jax’s fingers interlock, purposefully brushing their hands against my throbbing pussy.
I can’t suppress the agonizing sigh that escapes my lips.
Mom casts a worried glance, her brows pulling together in a frown .
“Savannah, honey, are you okay?” she asks, her voice filled with genuine care for me.
“Y-yeah, why?” I squeak.
“You look flushed, sweetheart. Are you coming down with something?” Her concern is sweet, but if she knew the reason why I look this way, she’d be clutching her pearls like a rosary, praying to God to save her sweet daughter.
There’s no saving a girl like me.
“Yeah, Savy, are you coming down with something? You look so flustered.” Reign's innuendo is clear, and the vicious smirk on his handsome fucking face makes my fingers twitch with the urge to smack him.
“I’m peachy.” The words drip from my mouth, but they sound more like a threat. All three of these assholes snort a laugh, and they begin to pile their plates with food. They’re acting like nothing happened, but I’m too wound up to even consider eating.
Dinner seemed to drag on, and the entire time, Jax and Kale capitalized on my sitting between them.
They’ve been brushing against me all night, placing their hands on me like they own every inch.
I smacked them away without drawing attention, because if anyone knew what they were doing, shit would well and truly hit the fucking fan.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love the feeling of their hands on me, and I know that I shouldn’t, but I can’t fucking help it.
Once dinner is over, we retire to the living room.
I chose the seat furthest from everybody, but Jax and Kale only followed.
Mom and Kalvin have disappeared into the kitchen to make coffee, and I’m thinking that maybe I should join them.
You could cut the sexual tension in this room with a knife, and if it’s obvious to me, it’ll be obvious to our parents.
When I go to stand, Kale places his hand on my thigh, pinning me to my seat. My head whips to the side to face him, and his knowing expression has my heart pumping loudly in my ears.
He says nothing as he slides his hand up under my skirt again, only this time, he cups my pussy, dripping with need. I launch out of my chair, just as Mom and Kalvin return, and everyone’s attention is on me.
“I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me,” I mutter as I walk across the room and down the hall. I bypass the downstairs bathroom, then climb the stairs to the second level. I need to create as much distance between me and that room as possible .
I slam the door closed, then lock it behind me.
What the fuck was that?
I’ve always been attracted to the three of them, and I’m not an idiot. I know that they’re attracted to me too, but they’ve never acted on it until now. Why?
“Pull it together. They’re just messing with you,” I hiss, staring at my flushed complexion in the mirror.
I splash water on my face to cool off and attempt to calm my racing heart.
Usually, I act unaffected by them, though they don’t usually play with my pussy at the dinner table, with our parents less than three feet away, either.
They destroyed my panties, they are completely soaked.
I don’t even know how to process what just happened, so I take another minute to gather myself before stepping out of the bathroom. I have every intention of heading straight back downstairs, but as I pass by Kale’s old room, I notice that the door is slightly ajar.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I’m suddenly moving forward until I’m standing in the doorway.
The door creaks as I nudge it open further, and my gaze sweeps the room.
It’s exactly like I remember it when we were growing up.
Band posters are hung haphazardly on the walls, and I smile because that’s how we first bonded all those years ago.
We share the same taste in music, and nostalgia has me walking around, relishing in memory lane, but I spot his duffle bag on the bed with the top unzipped.
I shouldn’t.
Don’t do it, Savannah.
“Fuck it,” I mutter to myself, fingers prying the flap open, then I reel back with a gasp, fury and disbelief crashing through me at what’s sitting on top.
No way.