Page 25 of Devil Inside: Green

I’ve met Carter. He’s smart and has that military look that bitches drop their panties for. I don’t want to introduce them. I don’t want her to know a man like him exists in the world. Shit, I don’t want to lose my day. Still, this isn’t about me. It’s her choice to make.

I click thespeakerbutton. “Danni? I’m Carter.”

“Hi, Carter,” she answers.

“I wonder if we should be looking for an RV of some kind,” he says.

“You heard me mention the camper van. I think that’s our best bet. RVs are too bulky. They’re noticeable. Eyewitnesses would take note of an RV in the area—but a camper van. It’s a van. Easier to—”

“Blend in,” he finishes for her.

“Yeah,” she replies.

“Wow,” he whispers, clearing his throat. “You wouldn’t want to come join the search on our team here in Florida?”

He didn’t just shoot his shot with Danni in front of me? The fuck is wrong with him? I’ll—

“Thanks,” she says, cutting off my internal tirade as she glances over at me. “But I like where I am.”

“Sure as fuck do,” I grumble, reaching over to pull her into my arms. I use the tips of my fingers to tilt her chin up. She licks her lips, making them glisten as I slowly lean down to take them.

She gasps at the first press, gripping my cut at my waist in both hands. Chest to chest, I feel her heartbeat quicken. Her skin heats. What the fuck was I worried about? She’s not leaving me. My fucking preppy cheerleader, my daylight—she’s all mine. All fucking mine.

We hear a throat clear and yeah—I forgot we still had that fucker on the line. “Can’t blame me,” he says and I know it’s to me, not Danni.

“She likes where she is,” I reiterate.

Danni jumps in. “Um… are there a lot of camper vans here in the US?”

“Probably a lot fewer than other kinds of RVs,” he says. “Let me get on that. I’ll check in again when I get something.”

“Thank you,” she says to him, but she’s still staring into my eyes with that dreamy, needs a good fucking look that she’s prone to after I’ve kissed her and she doesn’t even know it. Damn, she’s beautiful. So damn beautiful.

Carter disconnects.

“We need to get you back to Middlesboro,” she says. I drape her arms around my neck, walking us backward until we hit the car, and heft her up to sit on the edge of the hood. “What are you doing?”

While she holds on, I reach up under the skirt of her dress—another sundress, she doesn’t want to fuck, then she shouldn’t wear them—gliding her panties down her legs, dropping them to the hood next to her. I fight with my fly one-handed, then wrap her legs around my waist and slide in. Her head falls back, but I want those lips, lifting my hand up to press her head close to my lips as I move my hips. She holds on for dear life, grinding down on my dick with the same slow energy that I’m giving her.

The feel of her—shit, I love fucking. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I’ve never felt anything like this. Being inside Danni is like being home. It’s trust, comfort, and safety. A sense of belonging.

When her orgasm hits, it’s a thing of beauty. Her face. Damn, I don’t deserve this woman. “Green,” she whispers and it sounds like a damn prayer coming off her lips. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I spill myself inside her, holding on tight.

“Babe,” I answer, panting and she tries to drop her legs from my waist, but I lightly slap at one of them, keeping her exactly where she is. I stay planted until we come down. The connection with her means something.

“You didn’t use a condom,” she says.

Shit.I didn’t. “I’m clean, babe. I’ll be more careful, but I promise, I’ve never gone without a rubber before.Never. But you want to get tested, I’ll pay for it.”

I bend in to kiss her again while slowly pulling out.

“I’m sure you went without with Dela.” She uses me to steady herself. I grab her panties, dropping to my knees to help her back into them.

“You never met Del. She didn’t want to risk getting pregnant and ending up like her sister when we were together the first time. Then, when we got back together—” I stop, unsure if I should say this. I never judged, so I’m not ashamed, but I don’t know how Danni will react.

“When you got back together?” she asks.

I nod. “She’d been a sex worker, Preppy. High class. Sex with rich old dudes for money. Stopped that shit when she moved back to Kentucky, but still.”

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