Page 74 of Devil's Work: Dark

It’s all I can do to hold back another orgasm. He inserts two fingers into my ass, fingers covered in the special lube, smearing it around, then he bends forward nipping, then kissing each of my ass cheeks. My walls are already beginning to quiver from the building excitement. That’s when I feel the tip enter and he pushes forward. The lube numbs me so it doesn’t hurt.

Dark groans, squeezing my hips before he begins pounding. I lose my balance, going down onto my forearms and gripping fists full of comforter.

“Fuck, baby… fuck,fuck, fuck…” He reaches one hand under me to push up on my pelvis. With the vibrator still whirring inside me, I can’t hold it back. He moves in and out of me with the force of a man on a mission. Wet is dripping down my legs from between my thighs. I’m still so turned on. He’s completely in control. There’s nothing for me to do but take everything he wants to give me however he wants to give it.

His hand cracks against my ass and I jump. “Dark.” I’m begging for something, though I don’t know what. He knows. He always knows and clips these suction cups to each of my nipples and one to my clit. The pressure… it’s almost too much. Sensory overload.

I can’t… “Dark,” I shout into the mattress so as not to wake Lacy up and I explode from the pleasure rippling waves of euphoria throughout my body. I’m still coming when he lets loose, his call that of a feral animal mating in the wild.

Dark doesn’t hold back. Dark never holds back. And I am one hundred percent lucky that he fell in love with me. We collapse forward with the force of his orgasm hitting. While he kisses me, he removes all the toys starting with the suction, then the vibrator, until it’s only him and me left on the bed.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks and I smile, well, I smile as best I can while still trying to catch my breath. “Love you, Rae.”

I know he loves me. But hearing it, I don’t think it’ll ever get old. With his arms around me, I snuggle into him. He needs to know about the phone call. “I’ve been subpoenaed.” Best just to rip the bandage off fast.

“What?”

“She called while you were dropping off Ty. The official papers will arrive today or tomorrow. But I have to go back to Nashville to testify.”

“You know I’ll be there with you the whole time.”

“I know. That’s why I’m not scared to go.”

Before he gets the chance to start anything up again, and it’s written all over his face that he wants to make love this round, we hear Lacy upstairs. I sigh, pushing up from the bed.

“Shower first,” he orders. And he’s right. I don’t want to get my daughter smelling like sex.

While he readies himself for work, I finish his breakfast. He kisses both me and Lacy goodbye then heads down to the shop. Or that’s where he tells me he’s going. I overheard him one night talking with Reaper. He doesn’t know that I know about the pot farm. If he doesn’t want me to know, then I’m fine with pretending. But if my life has taught me anything, it’s that there are far worse things out there than pot smokers. So long as he’s careful and I don’t lose him to incarceration, I don’t judge. It’s probably what bought us this great house in, as I like to tease, a gated community.

We continue on this way until I have to be in Nashville for the trial. Mable keeps the kids for us with Nic and even Dusty agreeing to help out if she needs it. We drive Dark’s truck down. It’s been raining too much to take the bike. That, and the man is so overprotective with me. Since the concussion, he won’t let me near the bike. That’s going to change come spring, however. I’m not spending the rest of my lifenotriding on the back of his bike. Biker babes ride on the backs of bikes. Since I’m his old lady, I really need to ride.

By the time we arrive at our hotel, I’m kind of a hot mess. My palms are sweaty, my glorious makeup job has melted off, even though it’s winter and the temperature outside—or inside the cab for that matter—doesn’t reflect that accurately. At least I know Dark really loves me because the way I look, he’d have full cause to drop my ass. Instead, he takes my hand in his and pulls me close.

“Get you inside, you can get cleaned up,” he whispers right before kissing me. Not just any kiss, but a Dark’s Special, as in a toe-curling, tummy-dipping, mind-boggling kind of kiss.

It’s the kind to leave me speechless.

I look at the clock. It’s 11:00a.m. We have to be at the courthouse by 2:00p.m. Once I get my voice back, I breathe in deeply, let it out slowly, then try to smile—trybeing the operative word—and tell him, “Right. Let’s go get cleaned up then do this.”

He nods and I wait for him to get out first and jog around to my side of the truck to help me down. What I don’t expect is for him to halt me from starting to get out. He uses his forearm like a brace on a roller coaster while he looks around, and that doesn’t fill me with warm fuzzies.

“What?” I ask, now even more on edge. “Do you see something?”

“Just making sure they’re in place.”

“They?They who?”

That’s when Dark discreetly points out members of who I now know to be Sarge’s old Raider’s team hiding in plain sight and the brothers: Vlad, Sarge, Reaper, Cutter, and Roughneck, along with a couple of others purposely standing out.

“They came?”

“Fuck yeah, they came. You’re one of us. We take care of our own.”

Okay, I can’t help it. I bury my face against his T-shirt-covered chest with my arms wrapped around his neck and hold back the sobs. He laughs at me. Ask me if I care.

“Let’s get you inside,” he says.

Dark got us checked in and up to our room. He went down to get my suitcase while I showered. While I dressed, he showered. He wanted me to eat, but I felt with the state of my stomach, that probably wasn’t the best idea. So we hung out in the room until the time came to leave.

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