Page 23 of Devil

I’m wiping down the bar, when Lacey strolls up, her hair and makeup still perfect after a busy night. “Last call, bitch.” She says, placing her tray on the bar.

Glancing past her, I lock eyes with Colt, who’s removed his hat, his dark hair disheveled and so fucking sexy. A few strands hang across his forehead and my fingers twitch to push them away. His lips pull up into a sinful smirk and my thighs clench.

“Hello?” Lacey waves her hand in front of my face.

I clear my throat. “Sorry.”

“Can you stop drooling and pour the beers so we can get the fuck out of here?”

Rolling my eyes, I give her my back, pouring a few draft beers for the rowdy guys at her table. Passing her the cold mugs, she sets them on her tray and walks off.

I look towards Colt’s table, but he’s gone and my heart sinks. He doesn’t leave anymore without letting me know, so I wonder if something happened with his work. My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out to see a message from him.

Devil: Out back.

I grin, grabbing a bag of trash from the bar to take with me, so I don’t look suspicious. Pushing open the door, I step into the night air, a cool breeze caressing my skin. I don’t see Colt, so I toss the garbage bag into the dumpster and reach for my phone.

Before my fingers make contact, strong arms wrap around my waist. My body tenses, but the scent of sandalwood surrounds me, and I relax in his hold. He leans down, his nose trailing up the side of my neck until he reaches my ear. “You smell so fucking good.”

His deep voice sends a shiver down my spine. “I feel like a walking ashtray after being cooped up in that bar all night.”

He nips my earlobe, and I shudder as he spins me around. “I only smell you. I’d recognize your scent anywhere.” His chest meets mine, guiding me until my back hits the door. Caging me in with both hands on either side of my head, he says, “Go to the cabin when you leave here. I have some business to take care of and then I’ll be home.”

“How long will you be?” I pout, poking out my bottom lip.

He groans, his erection pressing against my stomach. He leans in, biting my lip, pulling it roughly as his hands travel down my sides. Crashing our mouths together, he ravages me like the fucking devil he is.

His hand slips between us, sliding inside my leggings. His fingers find me drenched and he growls against my lips. The sound has every cell in my body perking up. Moving my panties to the side, he presses firmly against my clit, my hips bucking into his hand.

“Colt.” I cry out and he slips two fingers inside my pussy. My lower belly coils tightly, raw need shooting through my veins. I clench around his fingers, but before the orgasm hits, he rips his hand away.

“I’m going to fuck you until you pass out, little demon.” He smirks as I glare at him. “When I get home.” He kisses me hard and fast, his presence disappearing before I even open my eyes.

I huff in frustration. “Asshole.”

Stomping inside like a child whose candy has been taken away, Lacey cocks an eyebrow when she sees me. “What’s wrong?”

Shaking my head, I sigh. “I’m just tired and ready to go.”

She eyes me suspiciously before tilting her head towards the door. “Go ahead and go home. I got this.”

“I’m not going to do that to you, Lacey.”

“Go, bitch. Jared is still here. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Go!” She demands.

“Thanks.” I smile even though I’m still kind of pissed at her. Grabbing my purse from behind the bar, I head towards the door.

Once I’m outside, I hightail it to my car, cranking it and letting it warm up for a few minutes. Throwing it in reverse, I back out of the parking spot, pulling to the edge of the lot. Left will take me to my camper, right will take me to the cabin.

Remembering how empty I felt when he ripped his touch away, I’m pissed all over again.

Call me selfish.

Call me a brat.

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