Free Devlin Dynasty 2: Fall Fury

opposed as she’d been to his ideas afew days ago. “Thanks. Her statewide blitz was damned impressive. She’s verygood.”
    “That’s why we keep her around,” Aidan said with a lopsided grin.
    “Holy hell.”

    Max turned to Logan, who had paled considerably after uttering that oath. Hefollowed Logan’s gaze, and his jaw dropped.
    Shannon had walked in, wearing what could only be described as a dress that fither like it was part of her skin. Black, snug, short, with high heels that showed offher long, slender legs. The bottom of the dress skimmed her thighs, flaring out inswirls of near invisible black fabric around the edges. And the top of the damndress squeezed her breasts together. Max held his breath, expecting them to spillout the top of the dress at any moment.
    Thoughts of getting her out of that dress remained prominent on his mind. Hellwith getting her out of it. He wanted to lift it up, bend her over the nearest tableand fuck her until his driving need for her was satiated.
    Her brothers would probably frown on that idea, though.
    “Our little sister has certainly grown up,” Aidan said.
    “No shit. A little too grown up if you ask me.”
    She spotted them and walked over, her hips swaying gently in a subtly sexy way

    that had Max wishing he’d worn a longer coat. His cock twitched, coming to life as it sensed her approach. Visions of licking between her breasts had him nearly drooling in anticipation.
    Tonight. It had to be tonight. He couldn’t wait any longer to mate with her, tomake her his.
    Smiling at Aidan and Logan, she ignored Max completely. “I see you started theparty without me.”
    “Did you forget something?” Logan asked, glaring at her like a disapproving
    father.
    “No, I don’t think so. What did I forget?”
    “The other half of your dress,” Aidan added before Logan could say the words.
    Her cheeks pinkened, but she lifted her chin. “There’s nothing wrong with mydress. I’m decent.”
    “Barely,” Aidan mumbled.
    “You prance around in that damn napkin-for-a-dress all night, and you’re going to
    end up as the dessert on some dickhead’s plate,” Logan said with a frown.
    Max fought back a grin as he thought of himself as the intended “dickhead”. The Storms were a protective pack. He liked that. He had a little sister, too. He knewwhat they were feeling, because Chantal had grown up way too fast, at least in hiseyes. A tiger of a lawyer who’d breezed through college and law school yearsbefore others her age, she frequently worked among the ravaging beasts ofindustry. And he’d never liked the way some of those men leered at her. Fortunately she was good at fending them off. Too good, according to theirmother, who wanted her only daughter married off to the “right man”.
    To him, Chantal would always be a little girl. Even if she was in her mid-twenties
    now.

    Then again, he was leering at Shannon, and his intentions toward her certainlyweren’t honorable. Talk about wearing two faces. He was quickly becoming themaster at it. If Logan and Aidan knew what he was planning to do with their

sister, he had a feeling he’d be on the ugly end of a beating.
    Shannon put her hands on her hips and glared at Logan. “It is not a napkin. Trustme, everything important is covered.”
    “Not nearly enough,” Aidan added.

    “Leave the poor girl alone. She looks fantastic.”
    “Thanks, Lissa,” Shannon said, turning to Melissa and hugging her. When she looked back at the men, her lips turned up in a pout that had Max thinking of blow jobs. Probably wasn’t her intent at all.
    Melissa sidled up to Aidan and planted a kiss on his lips. “Can I drag you away?”
    Aidan wagged his brows. “To some dark corner for a quickie, hopefully?”
    Melissa rolled her eyes. “Don Boudreaux of the Chamber wants to speak withyou.”
    “I prefer the dark corner, but okay. Later,” he said over his shoulder as he walked
    away with Melissa.
    “And I see someone I