Page 57 of Never Dance with the Devils (Never Say Never #6)

Damn it, Riggs beat me to it and now, he’ll always be the one to have said it first. But as I watch Kayla’s head lift, her eyes find his, and the smile bloom on her lips, I’m glad.

They have been through more pain than I have ever known, and seeing them take the risk, not only on love, but on us, is a gift I appreciate deeply.

“I love you too,” Kayla tells him, her voice steady and sure.

Riggs leans forward, cupping her jaw as he presses a firm kiss to her lips, sealing their words.

As he lets her go, she turns to me. “Yeah, you’re alright, I guess,” I tease with a casual, no big deal shrug that breaks the solemnity of the moment. Thankfully, she laughs.

“You are incorrigible.”

“Psst. Hey, man, that five-dollar word means I’m hot, right?” I whisper to Riggs.

“It means you’re an asshole. Tell her,” he orders me gruffly.

The smile doesn’t leave my face, but more seriously, I say, “I love you too.”

“Yeah, if it’s a buy one, get one free deal, I guess you’ll do as the freebie,” she quips back. I dramatically mime getting stabbed in the heart and she laughs again. “I love you,” she finally says. “Both of you.”

And we look at each other.

I don’t know how we got from a wild one-night stand to being a throuple in love, but here we are. And Riggs didn’t fuck it up, and I didn’t fuck it up. Or at least, we haven’t yet. And Kayla’s not running anymore.

We’re together.

“Would you like to see a dessert menu this evening?” the waitress asks.

We’ve done what Kayla wanted to do with our public appearance dinner, and now, I’m ready to get her home, spread her out on the nearest flat surface, and write my I love you’s on her body with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. And watch while Riggs does the same to her.

“No thanks. We’re ready for the check, please.”

We make the long drive out to our house this time, wanting some privacy after the very public outing.

I want to worship Kayla all night and into the morning.

I want to imprint myself onto every inch of her skin so deeply that there will never be a doubt in her mind about my intentions where she’s concerned.

I want to linger in bed, talking and touching and talking some more.

I want to love Kayla. I do love Kayla. Deeply, passionately, with more emotion than most would think me capable of .

“My bed tonight,” I order, guiding her toward my room. “I want you bare too.”

Kayla’s eyes flare as her breath audibly hitches. She’s always reluctant to let go of control, but when she does, she’s the one pulling us down the hall, urging us to hurry.

“Fuck, I want to come on you, in you, everywhere,” Riggs grunts, sounding like a fucking caveman as he rips his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. But his focus is solely on Kayla, the shirt ignored.

He steals her mouth for a deep kiss, his hands threaded into her hair as he devours her roughly, and when she breaks to gasp for air, he sends me an evil grin. “Take care of her while I take care of her,” he says wolfishly, dropping to his knees to do what he does best.

I claim her mouth then, tasting the wine she had with dinner.

As our kiss grows, I slip the thin straps at her shoulders down, letting her dress puddle at her waist, resting on Riggs’s hands where he’s pushed her hem up, leaving her dress gathered like a red satin belt, her breasts exposed to my touch and her pussy open for Riggs mouth.

“I can’t wait to feel your sweet pussy quivering around my cock, Princess, but first, you need to come on Riggs’s tongue,” I whisper in her ear. “He’s hungry for you. Let him drink your sweetness down.”

She moans as his tongue finds her center, her head falling back and her back arching, and I suck one nipple into my mouth while I torture the other with my fingers.

Every deep suck, every sharp nibble I make has her writhing harder and faster on Riggs, who has buried his face between her legs.

He throws her leg over his shoulder, and we work together to hold her steady on her one still-heeled foot.

I hear the slick sounds of Riggs fucking her with his finger and decide I want in on that too. I push my finger into Kayla’s mouth, saying, “Get it wet for me because I’m gonna fuck your ass with it.” She moans but closes her lips around my finger, sucking it like it’s my dick.

And we work her wildly—Riggs tonguing her clit and finger fucking her while I suck her nipple and tease my way into her tight ass. She grips us for balance, her nails digging into our flesh, but she’s not going anywhere. We’ve got her, and now that we do, we’re never going to let her go.

When she comes, it’s loud and primal, her cries echoing off the walls, and her whole body spasms beautifully.

“Good girl,” I praise, craving the fire I know the words bring to the surface inside her.

“Fuck you.” But she’s too blissed out to truly fight me over it.

“That’s the idea.” I rip my shirt off, pushing my shoes off as I shed my slacks, on edge before she’s even touched me.

“For that,” she says, her eyes focusing sharply on me, “you have to wait. Riggs, stand up.”

He’s no fool and in the same instant it takes Kayla to remove her dress and heels, he’s nude too.

Kayla keeps her eyes on me, but she slowly lowers herself to the floor at his feet.

When she licks around his crown, lapping at the precum there, I’m the one who groans.

Riggs brushes the hair back from Kayla’s face, gathering it in his fist as he tells her, “Torture him some more. He deserves it. ”

That mother fucker . He knows how close to the edge I am and he’s enjoying this.

But fuck, I am too. When she stretches her mouth around him, taking him deeper inch by inch but with her eyes on mine, I have to grip myself tight to keep from coming on my own.

Kayla’s having none of that, though. She reaches out, cupping my sensitive balls in her hand, and squeezing.

Not hard enough to hurt badly, but to hurt in a deliciously good way. “ Fuck .”

She smiles around Riggs’s cock, and then I’m forced to watch as her eyes flutter closed and she focuses on taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. Tears start to trace down her cheeks as she swallows him, but he’s careful with her. Too careful. She wants more.

“I won’t be so nice, Princess. I’m gonna fuck your throat hard and fast until you’re choking on my cum and it’s spilling down your chin,” I promise her. “Then I’ll swipe it up and into your mouth so you don’t lose a drop.”

Kayla moans around the mouthful of Riggs’s flesh in her mouth, but he’s holding her still now, pumping into her mouth as he fucks her face. Her grip on my cockhead gets extra tight, but I’m so far gone, it still feels good.

He throws his head back, the muscles in his neck straining as he finds his release, and his teeth are bared as he comes into Kayla’s mouth.

As she swallows reflexively, she releases me, her hands landing on Riggs’s thighs, holding him at her limit when he buries his cock as deep into her mouth as he can.

The instant he sags, I push him out of my way and turn Kayla’s head to my cock. “My turn.”

Her jaw is still open, her breathing still jagged, and her eyes are locked on mine as I slam into the hot, wet heat of her mouth. I don’t tease either of us. I do exactly as I promised, fucking her throat roughly from the first thrust. “Touch yourself. I want you to come when I do.”

Kayla spreads her knees, her hand going to her clit.

The wet sounds of her masturbating and the thought of her pleasure push me even closer to the edge.

This won’t take long, for either of us. She whimper-moans around my invading cock, but she keeps her eyes open, looking up at me to make sure I’m watching her. As if I could look away.

She’s so fucking gorgeous—wild-eyed, messy with tears, saliva, and cum, and still hungry for more, and completely in control of both Riggs and me despite being the one on her knees.

“You gonna come for me?” She tries to nod, but my grip on her head is too tight. Still, I feel the intention, and she manages to choke out an ‘uh-huh’ around my thrusts.

Before I can say I’m on edge too, she cries out. Her eyes slam shut, her head goes lax in my hands, and her mouth falls completely open. I don’t stop. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.

I keep fucking her mouth, slamming into her throat even as her teeth scrape along my shaft.

When I explode, I feel the hot cum pool around my crown for a moment before she chokes and remembers to swallow it down.

I hold myself there, enjoying the sensation of her throat closing around me one more time, and then I pull myself from her mouth and kiss her deeply, my tongue slipping in to dance with hers.

When she smiles up at me, I feel like even with as far as we’ve come, we just went even further. No, even deeper. And that’s saying a lot for a shallow guy like me. I smile back, although mine’s just slightly evil, but in a good way. “You’d better get up on the bed. He’s ready for you.”

I jerk my head toward Riggs, who is impatiently waiting his turn again.

He helps her up, checking her knees to make sure the soft rug hasn’t given her burn marks, and then physically lifts her in his arms to bring her to the bed.

He lies down first this time, pulling her over him so that she’s straddling his hips.

“Sit on me. I want to see your pretty pussy swallow me up the way your mouth did.”

She aligns herself with his cock, sinking onto him bit by bit with all of us watching him disappear into her body.

“Holy shit, man. You won’t believe how good she feels bare.

” He grunts roughly, and she keeps going.

“So hot and tight, slick and wet for us.” Kayla’s hands find Riggs’s chest for leverage, and she begins to bounce on him.

Her tits sway, and a wave of recoil goes through the muscles of her ass with every move.

I stroke myself, watching them fuck. No, watching them make love, his eyes softening as he stares up at her in awe, her mouth working over and over again as she whispers his name. I’m ready again, but I can wait this time. Riggs needs this. So does Kayla.

Maybe I do too.

She rides him as long as she can, until the sensations overwhelm her and she collapses forward, lying on Riggs’s chest. He wraps his arms around her, grabbing her ass cheeks so tightly that I can see the divots in her flesh, and he fucks her from below, guiding her to match his pace.

In minutes, he’s panting loudly and she’s crying out on every exhale.

They go still for a frozen moment before they both shudder, bucking wildly as they roar out their orgasms.

I expect Kayla to need a moment to recover, but when she glances over her shoulder at me, it’s with a glint of challenge in her eye.

She climbs off Riggs, pressing a sloppy kiss to his mouth, and then lies back with her head on my pillow.

“You call me Princess. Are you going to fuck me like one too?”

Oh, she wants to play.

“Always,” I vow.

But that doesn’t mean what she thinks it does.

I shove her legs apart, planting my hand just below her belly button to hold her still, and push two fingers inside her.

I gather Riggs’s cum from inside her, scooping it out and then painting it over her tits, one hard nipple then the other.

As far as I’m concerned, I’m anointing her in it, and I’ll do the same after I fill her with mine.

She writhes with every thrust of my fingers, wanting more, and once I deem her as tortured as I was, only then do I settle over her, propping myself up on my elbows as I make space for myself between her thighs.

“I can fuck you missionary anytime you want, Princess. That doesn’t mean it’s going to be sweet,” I taunt. In one motion, I slam in balls-deep. Fuck, Riggs was right. Being inside her with no barriers between us—physically or emotionally—is heaven.

Her hands grip my arms, nails digging into the flesh and likely leaving half-moon imprints I’ll look at with pride tomorrow. She wraps her legs over mine, her heels digging deep into my calves as she urges me on.

Despite her commentary to the contrary, Kayla is no pillow princess and she fucks me back as wildly as she did that first night.

Maybe even more so. Now that she knows she’s safe with us, she can be free to do and feel and be whoever she wants, secure in the knowledge that we’ll not only support it, but we also want that from her.

She’s perfect, she’s ours, exactly as she is.

The sound of our hips slamming together echoes through the room, the rhythmic beat a music all its own. But it’s too good and before I know it, I’m too far gone. I jerk, spilling cum inside her with every pulse as I grit out her name. She desperately arches for more, not wanting to be left behind.

But I’m keeping my promise, even if it was only to myself.

I pull out of her and as she cries out at the loss, I quickly replace my cock with my fingers, gathering my own cum from inside her and rubbing it over her pussy.

She’s sensitive, I know she is, so I don’t focus too hard on her clit, but instead, I make sure to cover her entire center with our combined juices, greedily dipping inside her for more.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow and I put my mouth up to her ear, stopping her fight against the inevitable orgasm. “I love you. Now come like a fucking good girl.”

Her brows wrinkle in ecstasy and her body contracts before spasming.

I press the base of my palm against her clit, fucking her with two fingers to encourage her to come harder and longer, dragging it out as long as possible for her.

After taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, she cracks one eye.

“Holy shit.”

I laugh. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She nods. “You should.” Turning to Riggs, she says, “You too. That was amazing. ”

“Yeah, you are,” he agrees. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I fall out of the way, letting Riggs pick Kayla up from the bed. He carries her to the bathroom like the princess she sometimes likes to be, and I catch my breath. Staring up at the ceiling, I can’t help but smile at the crazy turns life takes.

Somehow, we’ve pulled it off. From fucking to falling in love.

I hear the shower door close as my best friend and my woman step into the water and find the energy to get up. “Hey, wait for me!”