Page 61 of The Devil's Redemption

“I called the leasing agent for those rental houses right up the street from the garage.”

“Oh?”

“If you don’t want to go back to your apartment, there will be one available for us to move into the first of the month.”

My eyes catch hers as I finish my sentence, needing to gauge her reaction. She looks surprised. At least I hope it’s surprise that I’m reading.

“Or, if you want to stay, I can move into your apartment. It seems like years ago that I first told you this, but the clubhouse is more of a bachelor pad or a place to crash when your ol’ lady gets tired of your bullshit and kicks you out for a few days.”

I’m rewarded with another smile.

“I can’t imagine thateverhappening,” she responds sarcastically. “And my god, you’re right. It does seem like years ago.”

I glance at her, watching as she’s deep in thought.

“I don’t know whether I want to move out of my apartment or not. There are a lot of horrible memories there, but there are still some good ones I wouldn’t mind hanging on to.”

“It’s completely up to you.”

I’m waiting with bated breath for her to respond to the part about us living together. I didn’t realize how nervous I was to talk to her about this, butfuck. Suddenly, I feel like I’m about to get the shaft of a lifetime. When I made the call to Wendy to ask about those rentals, I never imagined that Sashawouldn’twant to live with me. I’d just assumed it because she’s been glued to me after what happened. But wearein a new relationship. Regardless of how long it feels we’ve been together and all the shit that we’ve gone through to get to this point.

“Well, regardless of where, I certainly don’t think I’d mind falling asleep and waking up next to you every day.”

She gazes at me through her lashes with a look of innocence on her face. I have to fight not to pull over on the side of the road and devour her, though that’s all I want to do at the moment. The relief I feel is incredible. I think she know I will be spending every night with her anyway. But shewantsme there, and that means everything to me.

“I wouldn’t mind that either.”

She moves closer to me and reaches over the center console, placing her palm on my leg. I take her hand in mine for the remainder of the drive to her apartment. As soon as we pull into the parking lot, I hear her curse under her breath.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“Fucking Rose Delaney, that’s what.”

What the hell could this little old lady have done to make her good mood take a nosedive?

“Nosy bitch. Ellie said she was telling whoever would listen that the Skull were the ones who attacked me.”

“Oh.”

My eyes land on the old lady on the sidewalk, and I recognize her as the woman who was outside of her house on the day Sasha and I fucked in my back seat. A flash of a memory from that day plays in my mind. Pressing Sasha up against the door inside her apartment and licking her pussy like it was my last fucking meal.

God damn it. Don’t think about that now.

As soon as I hop down out of the truck, I have to move my cock around so it’s not straining against the zipper of my pants. Another flash hits me, this one of me thrusting deep inside of her as I swirl my tongue over her nipple, easing the pain I’d just caused by my insatiable need to take a bite of her.

I open the door, and she swivels her legs toward me. Trapping her, I look straight into her eyes, letting mine do all of the talking. I know the moment she realizes what I’m thinking when her eyes grow wide, and she glances toward her neighbor.

“Seriously?” she whispers hastily.

“I can’t help it. And I’m not sorry.”

Pushing me backward, she hops down and takes me by the hand.

“Hello, Ms. Rose,” she greets her, almost forcefully, as she walks over to the old woman.

What the hell is she doing? Is shetryingto make me lose my hard-on?

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