“Oh? Why is that then?”
“I’m hungry so I was dreaming I was feeding on her. Then she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth, clearly because you did. She just happened to be in my dream at the time.”
“Oh, baby. It’s okay. I really don’t mind.”
“Liv. Don’t start.”
“What? I’m not starting anything. She fancies you, if you want to take her, take her.”
“I don’t want to take her.”
“Not even just once?”
“Liv! I said stop it.” He is getting annoyed with me so I can it.
“Do you want to take me?” I ask.
“Always,” he says, humor restored as he flips me over and rams into me without further ado.
Friday brings Devon’s day and I have specific plans for him. I tell Cole about them as I watch him get ready to leave for work and he is surprised. “Really? I thought you were against it?”
“Not anymore.” I shrug. “I want her out in the world, not stuck inside obsessing over Devon.”
“Oh,” he says as he bends down to kiss me. “Well, wish him luck for me.”
“I will. I love you. Say hi to Dawn for me,” I say with a wicked wink and he glowers at me.
“I would tell you to where to go but I don’t fancy a beating this early in the morning.”
“How about later?”
“Hm, now that might fit nicely into my plans. You will be around tonight?” he asks casually.
“Yes.”
He smiles then, happy. “Good, I will see you later then. Let me know how it goes. I love you.”
“Bye, baby.”
He leaves me then and I flop back to the bed. Alone. I’m not happy about being alone. I jump quickly into the shower and head down to Devon’s suite within minutes. It isn’t even 6 AM yet so he will no doubt be fast asleep. I Astral in, we have no secrets (well, not many, anyway) and land next to him, just getting out of the shower. He leaps into midair, his hand on his heart.
“Fucking hell, Lizzie!” he snaps at me. “Give an old guy a bit of warning.”
I snicker at him and take him in my arms. “I missed you last night, very much. You should’ve come up.”
He shrugs. “Had some thinking to do. But next time, definitely.”
I give him a curious look. He’s being far too serious. I mean, since when does Devon prefer thinking over fucking?
“About Jess?” I ask sagely.
“Obviously,” he retorts, making me feel a bit dumb for asking.
“Care to share?” I snap at him, annoyed now.
“No,” he snaps back, also pissed off.
I huff at him. “I want to talk to you about her. It’s time, Dev.”