Last chapter, guys. Can't thank you enough for the review, favorites, and follows you all are wonderful! Kind of bitter sweet wrapping this one up but hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! I did add in little bits for my girls, you'll know when you see them. I will apologize though because I do favor Murphy a little more in this one but you can't really blame a girl ;)

Happy St. Patrick's Day :)

God Gave Me You

The party was even more unbearable than Devan could have ever imagined. They had bar hopped for most of the night until Shirley could no longer walk straight and it took both Maxine and herself to keep her standing. It would have been the perfect time to call it a night but one of their friends pointed out a strip club and the energy seemed to be renewed. So, there Devan sat as the music beat loud enough she felt it in her chest and half naked men delivered drinks with colorful umbrellas in them. Maxine had shamelessly taken up a seat close to the stage, a wad of singles in her hand, basically drooling up at the men in front of her.

Devan was bored out of her ever loving mind. The men on stage were nothing more than overly buff dolls and she had no idea why women seemed to lose all sense of thought when they saw them. That wasn't a real man not in Devan's book at least. She was lucky enough to have not only one but two that had taken a residence up not only in her thoughts but in her heart; real men with rough hands and soft smiles, guns and wings, kindness and danger.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and if her hand hadn't already been by it she wouldn't have felt it at all. She checked it and saw a text from Connor just letting her know that they were all done. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding and felt the pressure in her chest ease up. There was another text a few minutes later telling her not to worry and to have fun with her friends and she could only imagine that Murphy had taken the phone from his twin. Maxine pouted in the corner as Shirley got a lap dance and Devan had an idea, sending the address to the twins.

It took them about a half hour to get to the strip club after many texts that they shouldn't change and for them to just come. The worry was clear in their eyes as they stepped through the door though to anyone else they would have missed it. Devan's eyes immediately landed on the small droplets of blood on Murphy's little elf ears and the smudge on Connor's neck where he had tried to wipe it off. The times they returned with blood on them were far and few between but the moment either came back with their own blood staining their clothes a real fear would claw at her chest, reminding her that although they were saints they weren't invincible. She would never ask them to stop though. It was who they were and she wasn't going to be the devil sitting on their shoulders pointing them down the road of deception.

As they made their way towards her she rose from her seat, leading them back to the bathroom. After checking that there was no one else in there, she locked the door behind the twins silencing their questioning stares with wandering hands and hungry kisses. Connor quickly stepped forward, easily lifting her onto the counter as he pushed her skirt up and knelt in front of her. Feeling his lips work on her inner thigh had a coil starting to build deep within her stomach but when Murphy started on the other side her hand flashed out to the tiled wall as she gasped. Each worked their way up to her heat before returning back down to her knees.

Devan understood now why Maxine had all but shoved her in this damn skirt but if one of them didn't take the lead soon she was going to go insane. She arched her hips, searching for someone to take her over the edge she was so closely teetering on but a hand came to her waist holding her in place.

"If one of you-" she started to threaten until Connor sunk a finger in her knuckle deep cutting off her words. Murphy's lips found her neck and she tilted her head back as far as she could to open herself up to him. Connor brought her right back to the edge, pumping two fingers in her, but refused to let her fall. A deep growl vibrated through her chest as Murphy sucked his brother's fingers clean and they switched positions. Connor massaged her breasts through the thin material of her shirt, alternating between nipping and kissing the side of her neck down to her collarbone. She had expected Murphy to follow with exactly what his brother had been doing and couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped as his tongue found her clit.

Someone banged on the bathroom door and Devan's hand moved from the wall to the back of Murphy's head. "I don't care if it's the Goddamn Pope you need to finish me."

She could feel him smirk before he lapped at her as if he was dying of thirst. Connor watched as her breathing quickened and at just the right moment he pinched her nipples finally sending her over the edge. She leaned back against the mirror, trying to catch her breath as whoever was outside the door started to yell to open it.

"Ready for a drink now?" Connor chuckled as he set her back on her feet, keeping a hand on her lower back until he knew she was steady.

She shook her head with a glint in her eyes, "Ready to go home."

Devan could only imagine the look on Maxine's face as she walked out with a Saint on each arm but people could talk all they wanted. Crickets always chirped because they had nothing else better to do. They had stopped at the gas station on the corner so they could pick up more cigarettes and Connor bought himself a lollipop that had Devan turning to Murphy, a blush rising on her cheeks.

"You sure you're okay over there?"

Murphy shifted in his seat, adjusting his clearly straining member in his jeans. "'m good."

Devan unwrapped the sucker, pressing her puckered lips to it and slowly drew it into her mouth. She knew it wasn't only going to take a matter of time before Murphy could no longer contain himself but she was curious to see just how long he could hold out. Her lips parted and her tongue slowly grazed across the ball of candy. She closed her eyes, pulling the entire thing into her mouth before she removed it with a pop. She almost wished Connor was there for a second because he would have tore the lollipop from her mouth and all but shred her clothes. Her eyes closed and she ran a finger tip along her lower lip to collect a drop of the now sugary salvia. She was sure to wrap her tongue around the ball, licking slowly at first before drawing the candy in once more. She sucked, the white stem moving in and out of her mouth. She took a deep inhale and moaned around the stick, opening her eyes long enough to see Murphy's completely dark with need.

Removing the candy, she moved to where he was sitting and straddled him. She ran the candy along his parted lips, coating them in the sugary residue. Licking the taste off his lips, she pushed herself against him. She could feel him straining against her and she smirked, knowing what he really wanted. Leaning her head back, she placed the sucker back in her mouth, beginning her pull on it once more. She dropped to her knees and undid his buckle, bringing down his pants until they pooled around his ankles. He sprung out at her and she caught him in her hand. Running her grip up and down his length, she then removed the sucker and replaced her hand with her mouth. Flicking her tongue against and around it, she made sure to mix the taste of the sucker and him.

She moved her mouth along the path of the candy, her lips scaling his length before she took him once more in her mouth and pumped her head. His hand entangled in her hair, keeping her in place as he grabbed the lollipop from her and popped it in his mouth, pulling her taste off of it. Murphy tried to pull her off of him as he felt himself getting dangerously close but she was relentless until he had no choice but to shoot ropes of come down the back of her throat. She took all of it, swiping her thumb at the corner of her lips where some had escaped and licking it off.

He stood suddenly, knocking her onto her back in surprise. Standing over her, his were dark against her accomplished and begging ones. Devan sat up enough to pull her shirt over her head while he yanked her pants over her hips, tossing them to the side. With the now smaller ball of candy, he spun it along her skin leaving a sticky trail behind. Hitting delicate points, he lowered himself and began to work the sugar above and around her mound. A deep breath expanded her chest and he couldn't hold back any longer.

His mouth roughly pulled along the path set out by the candy and his tongue lapped away at the stickiness all the way back up to her mouth. He continued to spin the sucker along the skin at her pelvis bone while his tongue worked desperately to collect all traces of sweetness from her mouth.

She pulled away, panting while her eyes challenged him. Biting off the small bit of candy that was left, he chewed it quickly and pulled her legs over his shoulders. He began to work his tongue along the still sticky skin along her hips and rise of the space between her legs. His tongue moved slowly, wet trails coating her skin as he sucked and licked until his tongue dipped within her slit and caused a gasped moan to leave her.

"Feelin' alright, lass?" Connor questioned, wrapping his arm around Devan's shoulders. His voice filled with nothing but concern at her flushed cheeks.

Murphy smirked as she nodded, taking the sucker from him and popping it in her mouth, "Never better."

She thought back to the first time they met. Does it matter more who we are, or what we do? It was now, months later, that she realized it hasn't mattered at all. She had judged them without knowing them, she had let what others said and believed form her own opinion, but they were the ones that had the courage to take a chance on her.

Devan hadn't thought about her faith in quite some time but just when she felt hell's flames licking at her skin she saw the light in the eyes of the Saints.