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I fondled the fuck out of Devon, rejoicing in sweet satisfaction that his cheeks were flushed and he hadn’t said anything in a few minutes. So easily distracted. “The contraband,” I guessed. I pressed my dick against Devon’s ass, grinding against him.
“How do you expect us to get it?” Xavi asked. “We aren’t stealing shit for you.”
I leaned into Devon, my lips brushing his neck. “Keep rubbing your ass against me like that and I’ll bend you over this fucking counter.”
A throaty grunt left Devon, and I smiled against his neck. He didn’t stop moving his ass, though.
“I don’t expect you to get it,” Harris said. “All I ask is that you let Jim and Davis work their plan. They’ll get it for me.”
My dad glared at Harris. “You’re working with them?”
“Against them,” Harris said.
“What do we get out of this?” Nate asked. “You want us to back off our dad so he can do your dirty work? No. Hard no. I want him dead.”
“My bargain is this,” Harris started, taking a step into the trailer. “I have eyes on Jim right now.” He held up his phone to show us a live feed. Jim was on it, sitting on a boat, docked somewhere I didn’t recognize. It was dark, and there weren’t many markers to identify his location. We all tensed, and I rubbed Devon’s dick again to settle him down. “I’ll keep eyes on him at all times, playing security for you until this is done. He’ll never be out of sight of one of my men, so any incoming danger will be known in advance. That’s my promise. I also promise to alert you if he is up to anything, on the move, or conversing with anyone you might know. When I get what I want from those crates, I’ll give you both Jim and Davis and then I’ll help you with whatever form of… justice you decide to mete out.”
Devon thrust his dick against my hand, and then he cleared his throat. “Fine. Agreed.”
“What?” Nate barked at him, noticing how flushed he was.
“We agree. I want access to that live footage, though. If Jim disappears from it, the deal is over. As long as we always know where he is, you have a deal. But it won’t last long. It’s not unlimited. If it takes you too long to get the crates, we’re not stopping ourselves from dealing with Jim.”
Well, look who was finally smartening the fuck up. Engagement looked good on him.
“Once you get the contents and Jim has served his purpose, we get him and you hold up your end of the bargain,” I added. “And then you really do forget about us. All of us.”
Everyone took a long moment to think about it. Xavi agreed first, then my mom, even though she had no idea what was going on. Nate rubbed the back of his neck before nodding, and my dad looked at me. A concerned look passed over his face, a little skepticism for Harris, but eventually, he nodded, hopeful this might be our best bet.
“Deal,” I told Harris. Since he was the only one who knew where Jim was, we sort of needed him.
As soon as the word left my mouth, Devon spun around, wrapped his hand around my throat, and fucking glared at me. “Outside. Now.”
Engagement night was back on.
43
-Devon-
Hethoughthecouldget me worked up while we were dealing with a goddamn crisis? What a dick. It worked. And Imayhave started it, but whatever.
I shoved him out the front door, manhandling him like I knew I could. He still had a smug grin on his face, and it turned me on as much as it pissed me off. I hated that we didn’t have anywhere private to go, but I pushed him, and I didn’t stop pushing him until we were around the side of the trailer. It was the middle of the night, and luckily, most of the neighbours would either be sleeping or still down at fight night. Wouldn’t be too many peeping Toms.
“You think you can distract me like that?” I growled, shoving him until his back hit the side of the trailer—the only spot no windows faced.
“You started it,” he said, licking his lips. “But yeah, I do think I can distract you like that. Look how hard your dick is, bud.”
Oh, I hated him. “And you think I’m just gonna bend over and take it?” I pressed my chest to his, loving him as much as I just declared to hate him.
“Mhm,” he hummed, his fingers already undoing my swim shorts. I let him, and as soon as they were undone, I wrapped my hand around his throat and got right in his face.
“Not a fucking chance, Madd.”
“Devon,” he complained.
I ripped his shorts open with my free hand and gave him my own version of a victorious grin. “Pretty sure I won our fight tonight. You’ll be the one bending over to take it.”
When his green eyes flared with a challenge, I knew I had him beat. He might want to play the game of fighting me for top position, but he’d said so long ago that he liked fighting to be the bottom more. Just being under his searing glare was like staring at an eclipse—it burned, his silhouette scorched my retinas, and I couldn’t look away. Maddox Kane was a force of nature all on his own.
