Page 30 of The Devil's Playground

It might as well. As I gasp out at the intrusion of his cock inside of me, and Royce digs his heels into the floor so that he doesn’t start thrusting while I’m getting used to him, it seems like the both of us are on the verge of losing it.

I haven’t gotten laid since I’ve been back in Springfield for so many different reasons. I’m so glad that Royce fingerfucked me earlier because the ache would’ve been so much worse now if he hadn’t. Since he did, though, all I feel is a sense of delicious fullness as he grabs the back of my head, tugging me toward him so that he can take another kiss.

He starts moving. I throw my head back as his rocking motion starts out slow. Arching my back, giving him access to my tits, I encourage him to give them a squeeze.

“Do you know how much I fantasized over this?” he asks, finding my nipple through the fabric and tweaking it just enough to have me moaning. “Not just tonight. For so fucking long… Nic. That’s my girl.”

Hey. He’s squeezing. Turnabout’s fair play as I contract my inner walls, strangling his cock.

His thrusts are shallow, but I don’t mind. I’m on top for a reason.

I want to ride.

And that’s exactly what I do.

TEN

ADDICTING

ROYCE

Sex is awesome. I mean, the act of fucking is great. It feels good, it’s a great tension reliever, and it’s a fantastic way to get some cardio in.

But sex with someone you actually care about? That you have a connection with?

Fuck, it’s addicting.

I already knew I was in trouble when I pulled a Link and started watching over Nicolette from the shadows back when all she thought was that I was the manager of the Devil’s Playground. I took the first opportunity to get close to her that I could, and while I patted myself on the back for not forcing her to sleep with me the way that twisted wallet would, I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t been dying to get this woman in bed with me.

I know my rep. From the way Nicolette regarded me in the beginning, I’m sure she did, too. I want to prove to her that, despite playing for that night with her, it wasn’t only about sex for me.

Sometimes I wish it was. If I just needed to nut and thought she’d be down, I could have turned her away for the waitress position, then been a class-A asshole and taken her out for an apologetic drink. With the right words, I could’ve landed her. I’m pretty sure of it.

But I didn’t want this woman to just be another one that I fucked, then moved on from. Do I know why? No. Do I care why? Not even a little. When some part of me told me that she was special, that she was the one, I listened… and fucking regretted it when I had to follow through with my self-proclaimed creed that I wouldn’t mess around with our employees.

Ah, well. There’s an exception to every rule, isn’t there? Looks like I’ve found mine, and her name is Nicolette Williams.

As the Sinners’ underboss, it’s my job to help Link enforce the rules for all of our members. I’ve never broken any—not even during the whole shit show with Jake and Heather—and, hell, it’s about time I did. Especially since it’s not a crew rule, but one that I made up for myself for no other reason than I’m the king of self-sabotage.

Besides, my rule says that I don’t go after Playground staff. I didn’t.

Nicolette initiated with me. Can I help it that, once she gave the signal that she was open to sex, I ran with it?

Now that it’s over, though, I’m waiting to see her reaction. Will the skittish waitress who seemed surprised I paid ten grand for a kiss return? Or will it be the determined, sexy vixen who climbed on top of my lap and fucked me on her couch?

I don’t give her the chance to be either. As she comes down from her orgasm, dripping with the evidence of mine, I try not to think about how long it’s been since I’ve fucked anyone without a condom. Since I was a dumb twenty-year-old maybe? The more wealth and power I accumulate, the more careful I am to wrap it up, just in case. I’ve heard too many horror stories of some of my fellow gangsters getting baby-trapped by someone who liked the idea of having a Sinner to support them.

Not me. I’ve never been big on the idea of having kids, and though I’m looking forward to being Uncle Rolls to Link and Ava’s, I don’t need a bunch of little McIntyres running around. Condoms are a must, but when Nicolette had my dick in her soft hand, assuring me she’s on birth control…

I know she’s clean. I didn’t ask—just like I didn’t offer my own status—but it’s another one of Link’s paranoid quirks. When he says he scans anyone affiliated with the Sinners, he means he has Tanner run a full detail. Our tech whiz can tell things about a vial of blood that I don’t even want to know about, but that didn’t stop me from checking Nic’s file like the obsessed man that I am.

She’s clean. I’m clean. She says she’s on birth control, and if she’s not? Well, I do want to keep her. I’d rather not have to knock her up to do so—I’d prefer she give herself to me because I’m amazing, not because she doesn’t want to be a single mom—but, hey, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.

And right now? This man has to take care of his woman.

She’s still sprawled out on my lap. I dip my head, taking a quick kiss before lifting her lightly, settling her next to me.

The afterglow of fucking me lasts just as long enough as it takes for her to realize that my load is leaking out of her… and onto the couch she’s sitting on.

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