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A/N; Guess who’s back, back, back? Back again? That’s right! Devon’s back, baby!!! Oops spoilers…😝
Eli’s P.O.V
The music was so loud it was making the ground shake. Smoke assaulted my lungs, the music, I swear, was threatening to bust my eardrums, and random girls were grinding on me not knowing the brokenness of my straightness.
“Hey, big daddy. Never seen you here before,” a blonde girl purred in my ear. I would’ve responded except she was being way too friendly for us having met just now.
Her hand groping my member I gasped glaring at her willing myself not to respond to her touch. I knew I was doomed, no one would hear me in this place. Great.
I was in hell! This was it! God was punishing me for all the years of underaged, unprotected sex and drinking, and that one time when I was fourteen when I snuck out to smoke weed with my best friend Donald.
Suddenly there was a familiar gruff voice behind me that made me relax, “excuse me ma’am but what do you think you are doing to my friend here?” Devon! He had come to save me!
Wait, what? He had disappeared that night with the whore and we haven’t seen him since.
Oh no. She gave him an STD and he hid away in shame. Or worse, HERPES!
“Uhm, isn’t it obvious. Giving him the time of his life,” the girl responded thrusting her boobs into my chest making me cringe.
Eww, get these fake, plastic, water balloons off me! I screamed in my head hoping to God Devon could hear me.
Devon chuckled and shook his head his eyes still on the girl basically molesting me. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. Good looking here bats for the other team.” This metaphor sent me in a fit of giggles making me step away from the girl to grasp my stomach in pain. I looked back up at her, she was confused.
“I’m gay, I have a boyfriend.”
Her eyes lite up and she began apologising but I waved her off and followed Devon off towards…wherever he came from.
“Where the hell have you been? We have been worried sick!” I yelled at him fifty percent because of the music fifty percent because I was pissed as hell. Sighing he turned towards me and grabbed my sleeve steering me towards a bar in the back consisting of a small stretch of a wood they would call a counter, four stools, and a man behind the counter with enough piercings and tattoos and buff enough to fit in with a bike gang.
“That girl at the hospital, her name is Regina Crawford and she will soon be the mother to my children,” he said smiling and looking up at me. Shocked my mouth fell open. Devon was having kids with the hooker from hell that probably tastes like assholes and onion dip! How is he gonna manage? He is gonna have to brushed his teeth, like, fourteen times a day! What about his kids? Will they taste or even smell or assholes or onion dip?
“Eli? Are you alright? Do I need to go get Shawn or Seth?” Devon asked setting his hand on my arm bringing me from my mini panic attack.
“No, I’m fine. Is the relationship gonna work out?” I asked curious to what is happening with them.
Shaking his head his smile fell and he looked down at the table almost disappointed, he explained his situation, “no, we’ll switch off. Her and her new boyfriend will take the twins for two weeks and then I’ll take the twins for two weeks.”
***
Shawn’s P.O.V
Out in the dance floor it seemed as if no one cared who you were or who you were with. There was no discrimination. Seth was in front of me grinding his hips back into mine at the beat of the fast paced song. My hands guided him, my lips kissed up neck making sure there wasn’t a spot I missed, my member hard and aching was now controlling my movements.
As the music died down the Dj’s voice came over the speakers, “alright, this songs for all the couples, the one night flings, the hook ups, and the make out and break outs, the whatever we are’s.” ‘Akon’s I wanna love you’ began to blare making about a third of the population leave but Seth turned, facing me. Our lips met making my core tentative rise. I trailed my hands downwards grabbing his ass; bringing him closer, feeling him. I was glad that I wasn’t the only one that was rock hard at this point.
Pushing my tongue into his mouth they danced tighter, fighting for dominance.
I really hope this one isn’t a dream.
***
Ronnie’s P.O.V {Yay!}
Sitting at one of the booths because Ky didn’t want to dance I was really bummed watching Seth and Shawn dance. They looked so in love.
I remember when Ky and I used to dance together at things like this.
Turning I crossed my legs in the small bench like chair and picking up my water taking a sip.
As the slow song ended I looked up at Ky and he was still watching, well, whoever he was watching and it was getting on my nerves. We couldn’t dance because he wanted to sit here and watch someone? We came here to have fun! Not sit here and stalk people!
Pushing myself up from the bench I stood in front of Ky’s line of sight making sure I had his attention. When his blue eyes locked with mine I burst, “I’m not gonna sit here all not watching other couples dance and have fun! If this is your version of fun, sitting here watching someone else. Then we’re done! I’m done with you, Ky!”
Holding back tears I ran to the dance floor hoping to finding someone who could make me feel better.
***
Devon’s P.O.V {Yep}
Throwing back another shot I looked back around the bar and saw a cute little thing push himself up from a booth and something clicked itself within me.
Mate! Mate! Mate!
My wolf yelled as I looked at this small boy. He looked to be maybe 5 foot from where I was sitting with long brown/black hair and brown eyes. He was dressed nicely in a white button up shirt, black blazer, and black pants.
He looked to be upset as he had conversation with the boy that he was just sitting down with. I started to listen in. “Then we’re done Ky! I’m done with you, Ky!” He yelled his eyes tearing up as he ran off to the dance floor, the boy named Ky not following after him. Whatever he had done must have been pretty extensive. He just lost an angel and he’s not going after him? That just means no completion for me!
Pushing myself away from the bar another slow song started to play and the people dispersed again making it easier to see him. He was standing there alone, looking for a partner to dance with.
Close enough I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into my chest so his back was pressed into me. “Looking for a dancing partner?” I asked. Clearly he wasn’t expecting me because he looked up at me his eyes wide in shock. Shaking his head he smiled showing his pointed teeth covered in corrective braces. He is just too cute. Rocking us from side to side I began to get to know him.
“My name is Devon. What’s yours?” I asked.
“My friends call me Ronnie,” he said melting into my arms and leaning his head back into my shoulder. Quirking my brow at him I had to ask.
“So what’s your real name?”
Cringing he almost spat, “Ronald.”
Chuckling at his reaction I just shook my head at him, “Ronald isn’t that bad. I have a boy cousin named Rose Gertrude.” Ronnie laughed opening his eyes and looking up at me. We just stared at each other and even when the fast paced songs passed we stayed wrapped up in each others warmth starring at each other.
It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or even years. But then Seth was snapping his fingers in my ears snapping me from my daze.
“Come on, almost closing time and I don’t need my older brother ogling with one of my best friends!” He squeezing trying to pull Ronnie from me. Growling I pulled him back twirling around and facing him again.
“I wasn’t ogling, I was getting to know my mate,” I said putting an emphasis on mate. He stood there looking at us his hanging open and eyes wide.
“W-what? How?!?” He asked yelling.
We were then joined by Shawn, Eli and Ky. Recognising Ky from earlier I growled my wolf screaming at me tear his head off his body and make him pay for hurting Ronnie.
“It’s okay, Devon,” Ronnie whispered twirling in my arms and patting my chest comfortingly. Ky smiled smugly, his eyes flashing with hurt for a second.
“Yeah, down boy. Listen to your master,” he chuckled looked straight at me. Everyone held their breath, knowing the temper of a werewolf. Holding my tongue; I just wrapped my arms tightly around Ronnie, kissed his forehead and started to steer him out of the building.
As I passed Ky I stopped and growled, “if you ever mess with Ronnie or my family ever or hurt them. So be it, I will hunt you down, drive a steak through your chest, and rip off your head slowly so feel every ounce of pain you should feel right now. Don’t. Mess. With. The. Ortiz. Family.”
***
Eli’s P.O.V
Pushing the front door open we were attacked by Shawn’s mother, “There you are! You worried me sick!”
“Mom, we said we would be out late, where would be, and not to wait up for us,” Shawn said shaking his head at his crazy anxiety ridden mother.
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