Page 30 of Devil's Work: Dark

“Please,” she whimpers and I close in on the swollen nub. As I play, I lose the sound. She might not even be breathing.

“Breathe, baby,” I growl and she sucks in a breath like an air conditioner kicking on.

She begins to ride my fingers with tiny hip movements. The top half of her body remains still. And then some white-bread Karen walks up to our table. I don’t stop.

“Rae,” she says cheerily. “I thought that was you sitting all the way over here alone—” The woman stops as if just seeing me. It’s a ploy. She wants the dirt on why a biker showed up to parents’ night with the single mom. “Hello,” she says to me. Casually, I use the hand draped over the chair to wave a two-fingered hello. “Who might you be?”

“They call me Dark.”

“Dark, that’s an interesting name. You’re one of those bikers, right?”

“Guilty,” I reply, smirking, then press harder on Rae’s clit.

She clears her throat, uncomfortably touching her hair. She’s so close. She’s coating my hand. “You having a good time?” Rae asks the woman. “Dark, Tiffany and her husband own the QuikStop here in town. They have two kids, one of them is Ty’s…age.” Then Rae swallows hard.

“Are you alright, honey? You look a bit flushed.”

“Yeah, I think I ate something that’s not sitting with me. I suddenly need to go.”

Nah, not until she comes.

She starts to push up from my lap but I stop her in place by shifting my hand to keep rubbing her clit with my thumb while I plunge two fingers inside her, bending them forward. Her back goes ramrod straight. She drops her ass right back onto my lap, spreading those thighs for me. Fuck yeah.

“Rae?” the woman asks.

“I’m fine. Just a spasm in my back.”

“Okay,” she offers, and for her part, she sounds concerned. But then she drops down in the chair across from us while I’m caressing Rae’s G-spot.

Rae’s heart beats harder. She’s ready to come, clamping tight around my fingers.

“Tiffany,” some other bitch calls out and the woman sitting across from us, whose name is apparently Tiffany, turns her head.

“Sorry,” Tiffany says to us. “I need to speak to Jess.” Rae grimaces. I simply nod, enjoying the fuck out of this.

Once we’re alone at the table again, I press harder on her clit and her G-spot until Rae’s eyes shut and I pull her head back to ram my tongue down her throat while she comes all over my hand. Her body’s shaking from coming. I can’t wait to see what it does when I’m buried deep inside her. Fuck.Fuck. This woman undoes me.

“Seen enough faces?” I growl in her ear. She nods once. “Then let’s go.”

“Do you need a napkin?” she asks, cheeks full-on pink.

“Nah.” I remove my hand from under her dress, bringing it up to my mouth, licking her off one of my fingers. Then I give her the second one.

“No.” She shakes her head.

“Do it. Taste. I want you to taste yourself, taste what I get to taste.” Tentatively, she opens her mouth and I give her my finger. “Nothing sweeter, Rae.”

“We have to wait a minute. I don’t think I can walk,” she whispers.

“Not a problem.” I move to pick her up, but she socks my arm.

“No. My son will be going to school with the children of all these people. I won’t have him bullied because his mom is the town slut.”

Oh, hell no. I lean in aggressively, taking a kiss with my teeth and I don’t let up until she whimpers. “Don’t you fucking ever let me hear that shit come out of your mouth again. You’re not the town slut. You wanna piss me off, use the word slut. They called my mom that. Now, she was shit for a mom, but that had nothing to do with how many guys she fucked. Men like to fuck. Women like to fuck. It’s human nature.”

“You’re a feminist?” she asks. “Doesn’t that go against the biker ideology?”

“I don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about. Just don’t say that shit again.” I can’t tell how she feels by the way she’s looking at me. Rae’s one of the most guarded women I’ve ever met. She keeps her emotions locked behind a solid steel wall. “Think you can walk now?”

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