Her Place

"So that's how I ended up in Alaska," Devonte said, putting the last of the salmon onto the grill.

"Shit, that's quite a story, Devonte," Katie said. "I don't think I can use much of it and do you in a good light, but man, that's a journey."

"It is," Devonte said, grunting. "Put some of the lemon and butter mix on all the salmon, let that seep into it while it cooks. Then get inside and help Faith with the dishes."

"Of course," Katie agreed. It'd been two weeks now, of learning about Devonte and Faith. The details had come slowly, trickling out. If he hadn't rescued her from certain ****, she wouldn't have had the patience for any of it. But there was something developing here. A sisterhood, almost, with Faith. Devonte gradually becoming more assertive and dominant over both of them. Katie wanted to satisfy Devonte carnally before she left, and in a way that was respectful to Faith, as well.