Page 45 of Devil's Work: Dark

I shift to stand in front of him, cupping my hand around his chin to tip his head up and kiss him. “Go,” I whisper. “We’ll be fine.”

“Woman…” he growls and yeah, I feel that growl vibrate everywhere, hardening my nipples and zinging through all points south. All the sex we’ve had and I still want more.

It’s enough to get the men to go. All four men change into jeans, T-shirts, and leather cuts.

Collectively, our mouths gape open, all of us women. “Damn…” Dusty drawls. “They should do a calendar.”

“Placing my order,” I say at the same time Nic says, “Take my money.”

The only one not completely on board is Greer. “I’ll find him sexy again when my ankles aren’t swollen, my back doesn’t hurt, and I’m not the size of a tractor-trailer.”

“Woman,” Sarge grumbles, stalking back over to where she’s sitting. He grabs a fistful of her hair, tilting her head up. He nips at her lip before pressing a H.O.T. hot kiss to her lips. “Found me sexy last night when I was going down on you,” he says, and oh, boy—I need to fan myself. Sarge going down on a woman? I suspect he knows how to use that tongue. “Didn’t hear any complaints this morning when you were taking my cock. And I bet you’ll be getting off when I fuck that ass tonight.”

“Okay…” she whispers and swallows. Hard. Going off the emotion in her eyes, she wants him. Bad. I feel like I need a cigarette from watching this play out between them and I don’t even smoke.

I chance a look at Dark wondering if this reminds him of the decree he made earlier in the day with me. Hewinks. Oh, lord… I press a hand to my cheek, knowing how flushed my skin must be. Then I realize that I have two kids here and whip my head around to make sure we haven’t just scarred my son for life. He’s splashing in the shallow water with Lacy. Thankfully, appearing none the wiser.

Dark moves in close and in a deliciously low, sensual voce he whispers, “Prepare, baby.” Okay. My heart begins beating so fast it might actually give out from overuse. It’s fair to assume he remembers his decree. What is it with these guys and ass play?

One more searing kiss from Dark and the brothers take off toward the clubhouse. The mere presence of the men must have scared the mosquitoes away because the moment the surly bikers take off, they start buzzing around our heads in swarms, despite the citronella Nic has burning everywhere, so we decide to take the party back inside the house.

While I get Lacy dried off, Ty wipes himself down with a towel in the bathroom and pulls on the pajamas I brought for him because I figured even with the nap they each took today, both kids would be asleep before we got out of the compound.

I have one glass of wine because I’ll be driving. Dusty and I stay until almost 11:30. Greer cut out at about ten. She looked wiped. End stages of pregnancy will do that to a body. Dusty helps me out with loading Lacy into her car seat. I have the much larger Ty and he’s pretty much dead weight.

My phone lights up with a call from my sister. Instantly, I answer. She’s my sister. How could I not?

“Del?”

“You screwed me over, Rae. Screwed me big time.”

“I thought I was going to wait tables”—then I drop my voice—“not prostitute myself while posing as a fifteen-year-old virgin.”

“You needed the money. You’ve seen where I live.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t tell me it was a party for seriously old guys trying to get it on with kids Ty’s age. I can’t believe you’d be okay with that.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “I…What?”

“Great company you keep, Del. I’ve never judged your life choices, but this? How could you work for those people? They’re hurting children.”

“I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know about that,” she answers, and I feel like she’s telling me the truth. Somehow, she really hadn’t known, right? Or am I just being naïve because she’s my sister? I can’t stand the thought of her choosing a lifestyle over her humanity. No—she didn’t know. She couldn’t have. Dela, my Dela, wouldn’t have gone along with it otherwise.

“Yeah, well FYI,” I say—my words dripping with derision. “it’s not all womenpretendingto be underage.”

“I need to come stay with you, Rae, please.”

There it is. I figured it was just a matter of time before she asked.

“It’s not safe. I have a guard 24/7.”

“Rae, I haven’t been home since this all went down. I’m running out of my savings. Please, big sister… I need a place to crash until I can figure out my next move.”

Shit.I sigh into the line because I don’t know what to do. I’m still so pissed at her for dragging me into this, but at the same time, I saved a little kid from something horrific and shewouldbe safe with all my big, bad bodyguards.

After letting her sweat my answer a few moments longer than necessary—because, come on, I know exactly what I’m going to do—she gets what she called after. “Okay, sis. Meet me at my place. But—” I wait for her to gripe about my ‘but.’ She doesn’t.

“But what?”

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