One by One

Chapter 11- For love

Devon's point of view

I look at the broken girl in front of me. The once strong, impenetrable girl in front of me and I want to tear whoever did this to her into pieces. My beautiful girl. The love of my life. Why had she kept all the secrets? She knew that she could trust me. I was hurt, hurt that she didn't but she had bigger worries to worry about than my stupid questions.

I look at her face and I know she wants to be strong but all I see is a wounded bird.

"Are you feeling any better?" I ask. I grab her hand and hold it tight. I never want her to ever feel this way again. Not as long as I'm here.

"Yeah. I just needed that," she smiles weakly.

"You look pale. You need to eat, come. Will made dinner, and if you're wondering where Deborah's parents are, they're in England on holiday and yes, they knew," I assure her.

She nods and kisses my hand. I feel a sudden surge to bring my lips onto her beautiful full ones. I bring her chin up so her eyes face mine and I look into her eyes full of hurt and I kiss her hard, afraid of losing her. How could someone this cruel do something to someone as innocent as her. She kisses me back, longing the same. I feel a pleasurable shiver reach down my spine as she entangles her hands in my hair.

"Before I bend you over this table and make love to you, hard, right here right now, you better stop what I know you're doing", I said, hoarse. I smirked as I look at the Brady I know. The one that was strong and wouldn't take shit as an answer.

"You make it so tempting, but as you know, it's dinner time Dev. I wouldn't want you to be hungry for more later unless of course you are hungry", She whispered into my ear. I feel hot all of a sudden and I start to think of all the things possible and I feel the sudden urge to be inside this beautiful young lady in front of me. I let out a grunt, trying to hold back. I picture her bent over on the dining table and I know she can feel my boner.

"Shouldn't... have done... that," I groan. She turns crimson red as she looks down and tries to stifle a laugh.

"I have to go take care of something, I'll be just back," I manage to say out loud to a very impatient Will with a pan in one hand.

He smirks and I know he knows what's going on but he just walks away. "Whatever you say, daddy," he said.

"Me too!" she said and grabbed me by the arm into the room. This woman is crazy. From a broken person, to this hot vixen. I'm in awe.

"Baby, you don't have ...to do this," I moan as she slips her hand up my shirt exposing my bare pack that coach Callaway and all the other players had been admiring. I'm not one to brag, but it did look good and it was clear this beautiful woman liked it too. "But I want to, and I need this. Please", she moans. I obey her and do as she says because I want this badly, and I mean real bad.

I start kissing her neck, inhaling her lovely strawberry scent. She moaned in pleasure. Lifting up her shirt, I cup her beautiful breasts that fill my hand and bring my lips to them. I remove her bra exposing her fine self. She looks at me, hungry and I know she needs me. I start kneading and kissing and the urge in my pants wants to fly sky high. As if telepathic, she pulls my pants down and does her magic. My pride and joy springs open and she turns red.

(Explicit content)

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We lie down on the bed, body to body, chest to chest, face to face and heart to heart. Devon's face beneath me keeps me warm as I hum our aftermath of love through soft moans. This will never get old.