Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,116

right.”

“I mean the rumor about me loving anal,” I clarify, reaching back to lace my fingers into his hair. He obviously wants to do it, which is something that’s been bothering me since he ate me out. I don’t want him to have any illusions about what’s on offer here. “It’s complete bullshit. I’ve never done that before. Aside from you, I never even let a guy—” Maybe it’s giving too much away to admit that Heston’s the only person I’ve let do that to me, but when he slides two fingers inside of my pussy, I forget why. “I’m saving it.”

“Saving it?” I feel his laugh more than I hear it. “For what, prom night? Your honeymoon?”

“If I ever do it, I just…I think I want it to be nice,” I breathe, knees trembling from the way his hand is working me over. “I don’t—I haven’t been a virgin in a long time, so I want to—for the right person, who’s not just in it for…” My breath hitches when he pushes his hardness into me, rocking with the motion of my hips. I try to focus. “I don’t want it to hurt. I want it to be…nice. That’s why I can’t. Not with you.”

To anyone else, that might have stung. Heston seems to take it as a challenge, fingering me harder—deeper—his forearm crushing me closer to him. “You don’t think I can be gentle and romantic as I’m shoving my cock up your pretty virgin ass?”

Instantly, I respond, “No.”

He just chuffs a laugh. “Fair enough.” I whimper when he suddenly pulls his hand away, sliding it out of my pants. His voice is low and rough in my ear as he wagers, “Let me finger it again and I’ll eat your pussy.”

I freeze, my core aching with a release he’d been so close to giving me. “Here?”

I feel him shrug against me. “We’re Devils, Little Red. I just gave you my mark.” He hooks his fingers into my pants, tugging them down. “Might as well make the notches count.”

Oh well, I think as I spin to capture his mouth in a hard, biting kiss.

What’s another notch?

18

Heston

In the dream, I’m looking at myself.

He looks like me, walks like me, talks like me. But he’s younger. I don’t know why he’s here, but I instantly hate his fucking guts. This younger version of myself is a little too impetuous, a touch too transparent in the way he holds himself, all aggressive and arrogant. It’s embarrassing. It also makes me flare with jealousy, the way people alternately cringe away and turn to him like the sun. They’re afraid of him. They respect him.

Enjoy that shit while it lasts.

First, he’s just walking around campus, getting fists bumps and obnoxious hoots. Oh yes, this Heston is still all the rage. He still has friends and family and purpose. He has…a girl? Beneath the arm tossed over her shoulder is a waterfall of bright red hair.

It’s just a flash—more of an idea, really. I could have had her back then, easy. Not that I wanted to, but if I had? I get this clarity of thought that jolts me right out of it. It’s some odd mixture of alarm and dread.

He would have torn that fucking girl apart.

Something seems off the instant I wake, and it’s not just the weird dream.

“Uggghhhh.”

I don’t need to check my phone to know that I’ve slept too late. The sunlight coming into the window is too bright, stabbing me right in the temple, to mean anything else. I fumble for it anyway, realizing that my goddamn alarm didn’t go off. Or didn’t get set. Or whatever the hell. Slinging my legs over the bed, I wince, my morning wood painfully resisting the sudden move.

“Sorry, man.” I give it a sympathetic squeeze. “Not right now.” I search for my sweats, which is the only bonus of working at the pool; bottom barrel casual attire. Grabbing them off the floor, I pause, only vaguely remembering the flash of her in the dream. Well, I don’t need Freud to figure that out. Our hasty and very messy exchange of oral up in the tower just fitzed with my head a little. It was the combination of the best of both timelines, being a Devil back then, and being Georgia’s sexual lapdog right now.

Well, that’s an uncomfortable realization.

“Except…” There are benefits to knowing a feisty nympho who’s always down to fuck, and a blow job is exactly what I need to turn