Page 29 of Devil's Work: Dark

“Oh,” the woman says, showing her supreme stupidity because what kind of bitch would want to hang out at a fucking parents’ night if she didn’t have kids in or about to go to the school? “And your friend?” the pudgemental woman asks. There it is. The reason she stopped us. I don’t cover who I am. Always in my cut. My tatts on display.

Everyone here knows I’m a member of the Horde.

“He’s my—”

“Boyfriend,” I say, cutting Rae off. I hate judgment and don’t know what she was about to tell this woman, but she doesn’t need to know our business. Rae slices a shocked glance at me. “I’m with the kids. I’ll be picking Ty up from school. We thought I should mingle.”

And I’m done with this conversation, pushing on Rae’s ass to get her walking again. We enter into the gym that they have set up for the evening with round tables. Folding chairs are set around each table. Those ugly, plastic tablecloths in red, white, and black, the school’s colors, sit atop each table. Along the back, there’s a long table with cups and a punch bowl. Next to it, there are snacks.

“Thirsty?” I ask her.

She nods. “I could drink.”

Me too. Not fuckingpunch. “Get us a table. I’ll get the drinks.”

Rae scans the room as she walks to an empty table toward one corner. She’s by far the hottest bitch in this room. I tear my eyes off her ass to get her punch. There’s a line when I get there. Men and most of the women get one look at me and part like I’m Moses at the red sea.

One bitch has the nerve to press her tits up against my arm. She smells of too much cheap perfume. It’s cloyingly sweet and overly flowery. Rae doesn’t wear more than a dab of rosewater. That’s how a woman should wear perfume. Bitch is over here, a head shorter than me, and needs to get her roots colored. The platinum blonde screams desperate. Honestly, she wouldn’t be bad to look at if she dyed her hair back to its natural honey color. That, and if she wiped off all that extra face paint. “I haven’t seen you here before,” she says all breathy, trying to sound sexy, but it comes off more like she just got back from a run.

“No,” I say.

“No?” she asks.

I drop my glare at her. “No. I don’t come here. No, we’re not fucking. All of it,no.” I need to get laid, but not by a bitch like this. She wants to get her hooks in a man. I’ve met the type too many times in my life. Brings too much drama and not enough of anything else to make it worth putting up with. Best fuck in the world ain’t worth the drama.

While she acts affronted for the onlookers, even though, seriously, I said it low enough for them not to hear because I’m not a total dick, I take the drinks back over to the table.

A table where I can’t see Rae sitting because it’s surrounded by dicks who want a taste of her honey. The fuck? “Hey, babe,” I growl, setting the drinks down on the table hard enough for some of the red liquid to splash over the sides.

She turns her head up to me, eyes squinting in that adorably puzzled look she gets. These fuckers need to get gone now and I know the quickest way to accomplish that. Without thinking, I bend in to press a kiss to Rae’s lips. Fuck, she tastes good. All raspberry lip gloss and gorgeous woman. I couldn’t tear my lips away if someone shouted, “Fire!” and the damn gym started filling up with smoke. I press harder. She whimpers, opening her mouth for me. My hand fists the back of her hair while my tongue seeks out hers.

When I pull away, resting my forehead against hers, we’re both breathing heavy and it hits me like a punch to the chest. I just kissed a woman. Not a grandma or baby girl kind of kiss. I don’t kiss. Ineverkiss. Damn, if I don’t want to do that again—with her. With Rae. I’ve been so stupid. A good woman like Rae needs to be worshipped with kisses. She needs to wake up every morning and go to sleep every night being reminded of what a fucking goddess she is. How desired she is. With no other man around to do it, because I won’t let any other man close to her, the job falls on me.

I stare at Rae, taking all of her in. I think I just had a revelation. A life epiphany. Is that how it works? Is this what it felt like for Vlad and Sarge? I thought they were pussy-whipped. Nic has a great ass and Greer has these big tits perfect for fucking when she’s on the rag. But a man can’t be pussy-whipped until he’s had a taste of the pussy. Clearly, I haven’t. Notyet.

As I drop down in the uncomfortable metal chair next to her, I notice the kiss worked. Every one of those bastards scattered to the wind. She hasn’t said a word, only staring at me. Heat in her eyes. She wants it again, too. Oh, she’s getting it. My chest puffs. All the dicks in this room and she wantsme. This too-beautiful-for-her-own-good woman wants me. And she needs me to take care of her. To keep the rest of the dicks at bay.

When I woke up this morning, I didn’t have a clue how the day was going to go. Now I know exactly how it’s going from this point on. Pretty fucking pleased with my decision, I grab Rae’s arms and lift her over onto my lap. Slouching back in the chair, I casually sling my arm over the back. Rae still hasn’t spoken.

I lean forward, whispering in her ear. “Open your legs, baby.”

“What?” She gasps when my hand slides up her legs under the skirt of her dress. We’re hidden by the tablecloth. “What are you doing, Dark?”

“Whatever the fuck I want. Open your legs,” I demand, then nip her lobe.

“I can’t,” she whispers back, but even as she says it, she opens her legs. And I know by the hesitance of her reaction that she’s never done anything like this before. It’s sexy as fuck helping her achieve sexual liberation. I’m sure her last dick was a cool guy, cool enough to win the love of a good woman like Rae and help produce two great kids, but she doesn’t know what it’s like to be with a man like me.

She’s about to find out.

Her heart pounds against her chest. I see it in the way her chest moves rapidly up and down as much as I feel it. And when my fingers dig beneath the gusset of her panties, she gasps again. To get her used to the feel of me there, I tug the curls, twisting the small bits around the tip of one finger.

Most women that hang around the club wax. I’ve fucked more bare pussy than I care to count. There’s something so sexy, so natural, about feeling hair there. She doesn’t need her pussy to look prepubescent.

Moisture begins to coat my fingers and I haven’t even entered her yet. She’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe she’s gone without a man’s touch for so long.

“Dark,” she whispers and I can’t tell if she’s admonishing me or wants more. When she doesn’t move or say another word, I go with more, running my finger up and down the seam of her pussy then bring in a second finger to split the lips. “Oh,” she says. This breathy I like. This breathy makes my cock painfully hard.

Slowly, Rae eases back against my chest, widening her legs even more for me. I let my fingers roam, finding her clit, circling the outside without touching it. She lets loose this little whimper-moan, and damn, I can hear her in my head, making that noise while I pound inside her. Fucking brilliant. I’m not a man prone to fantasies because bitches do what I want when I want it.

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