Page 40 of Devil's Work: Dark

After a few minutes, when she can talk coherently, she says, “I have to get a shower. We can’t have any more sex right now. My vagina—”

I press down on her special spot again. “Yourwhat? How do you talk to a biker?”

Rae bites her lip, then laughs this ridiculously cute, uncomfortable laugh. “My pussy,” she says.

“What about your pussy?”

“It’s going to break if you don’t give it a rest.”

I pull out of her slowly, standing, and pull her up on shaky legs. “Can’t let that happen,” I say before pressing a kiss to her smiling lips.

We shower separately because if I get her in the shower again, we’re having shower sex again. I’m insatiable when it comes to this woman. I let her go first. When I walk out of the bedroom fully dressed, I find her in the kitchen. She’s dicing red bell pepper. There’s a pot of water on the stove with that spiral pasta boiling away in it.

“What are you making?” I ask. It all looks good, but it’s not potato salad.

“I have the stuff for corn dip. We’ll just have to stop for tortilla chips on the way. And to go with it, I’m making a taco-inspired pasta salad.”

I cock my head. “Never heard of it.”

“I know it sounds weird, but really, it’s just rotini pasta with cubes of cheese, black olives, jalapeno slices, diced onion, tomato, and avocado and I mix taco seasoning into a combination of mayo and sour cream. One of my great-aunts used to make it. It’s good. I add a tablespoon of white vinegar to cut the richness. You can’t taste the vinegar. Trust me, it’s really good.”

“I trust anything that comes out of your mouth.”

She sets her knife down and walks over to hug me.

Tentatively I wrap my arms around her in return, uncomfortable with the emotion she brings out. “What can I do to help?”

Together, we knock out the salads. She lets me try a little of each and they’re good. While they chill in the refrigerator, Rae hunts down bathing suits for her and the kids. I don’t have any swim shorts. She knows what I’m thinking. Walking up behind me, she drops four towels in my arms. “Put those in a grocery bag. We can grab you some shorts when we stop for chips.”

“I’ll go now. We need a proper bag and a cooler.” When she starts to object, I level her with a stare. “Don’t argue with me, woman.”

I’m not going to find what we need in Bentley. I have to drive to the Walmart in Middleboro. Green’s not available when I call to get him down here, which means I have to put the lives of Rae and the kids in the hands of a prospect.

A kid we call Bungee shows up about ten minutes later. We call him that because he bounces when he walks. It’s the weirdest thing. But I can’t complain. He knows his way around a weapon and knows that guard duty helps get him his patch.

“Kids are asleep,” I tell him. It’s hot as balls outside again. “I’m sure Rae will be bringing you something to drink because that’s the kind of woman she is, but your job is to stay alert out here.”

“I can’t do that from inside with air?” he asks.

“She doesn’t know you and if you go inside, you’ll be paying attention to the TV or some shit, not keeping a lookout for assholes who want to hurt my woman.”

The kid sighs. “Fair enough,” he says. Hmm… I thought he’d give me more shit than that. He must really want his patch.

I open the door. “Hey, babe,” I call softly. She walks out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “Leaving now. Bungee is out here.”

“Okay.” She walks over to give me a kiss. “I’ll get the kids up while you’re gone.”

“Good deal,” I respond, tweaking her chin.

Once Rae closes the door, Bungee turns to me, his mouth agape. “You’ve got to be the luckiest son of a bitch on the face of the planet.”

“Why’s that?” I know why. I just want to hear him say it.

“I thought Nic and Greer were hot. Even pregnant Greer’s smoking. But your woman, she’s a porn star goddess.”

“What did you call my woman?” A goddess, fine. But aporn star? She’s got the moves, but the only shows she puts on are for my eyes alone.

“A…” The kid swallows. “Porn star goddess?”

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