Page 33 of Devil Inside: Green

After the shower, I leave the bathroom clean and dressed for the day. Danni sits with the covers wrapped around her on our bed while Misty sits up, still covered, in her bed.

“Morning, Green,” she greets me.

“Morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?” I ask.

“Like a rock. I usually do, but especially last night, having you and my sister in the room, I felt the safest I have since…” She trails off.

“Good to hear. You two get dressed. I’ll take you out for breakfast after we check out.”

Her shoulders slump. “You guys have to leave today?”

“’Fraid so. We need to start packing up your sister for when the brothers arrive. If it’s okay with your dad, you can come with. We’ll drop you back off when we’re on our way back to Kentucky. I know you’ve got school—”

“I’ll call. His wife’s a bitch and their kids are pricks, but he’s not so bad. Once I tell him Danni’s moving, he’ll let me take a couple of days off.” The kid jumps up off the bed, grabbing her clothing as she jogs to the bathroom.

Once the door clicks, I turn on Danni, slowly charging her until I have the woman trapped in my arms. “The fuck were you thinking, pulling that stunt?”

“Are you really mad?”

“Babe, we had sex with your sister in the room. She’s a minor. I’m on fucking parole.”

Danni sucks in a sharp breath. “I didn’t think—”

I bend in to kiss her. “Oh, you were thinking, just with your pussy. You want my dick, it’s there for you—only you. But as hot as it was—and babe, that shit wasoff the chartshot, not being able to make a fucking sound while you rode me—you can’t do that again when she’s with us. I could end up in trouble and you could end up losing visitation with her until she turns eighteen.”

She lowers her eyes. “I won’t do that again.” Then this crazy bitch tries to wrench herself from my arms. Not happening. I hold on tighter.

“Fuck you think you’re going?”

She starts to say something and I take the advantage, capturing her mouth to swallow down whatever she was about to say with a deep kiss. She melts in my arms.

I vaguely become aware of the bathroom door opening and then hear, “Live-action mouth porn.”

That’s my cue to pull back. Danni’s dazed and glossy eyes stare into mine like she’s high. Kiss drunk. It’s a gorgeous look on a gorgeous woman.

She whines and I swat her butt. “Go. Shower so I can feed you, Preppy.”

Danni walks over to her suitcase to grab a change of clothing. I watch her ass sway as she makes her way to the shower anddamn.

I think I’ve got it bad for this woman.

Sorry, Del, I whisper.

13

DANNI

As the water cascades down over my head and shoulders, I start to feel genuinely stupid for that stunt I pulled. Green was right, he could’ve gotten in real trouble if Misty had heard and she casually said something where another person, especially her dad, could hear her. She wouldn’t do it maliciously, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t say something teasingly while waiting for the call to connect.

We have a mission and I’m hellbent on ruining it for cock? No—not just cock, amazing, fantastic, mind-blowing, world-expanding cock and the man attached to it. I still feel him between my legs and the thought of him there starts to turn me on again while I wash him away. My fingers may slip a time or ten until I fall against the tile, breathing heavily. Getting myself off works for what I need it to do, but nothing works as well as when my biker touches me.

I finish cleaning myself, then dry off and dress. When I leave the bathroom, Misty is using her hands to animate some story, probably from our childhood, and he’s listening intently, smiling at her. He must catch my movement because his eyes dart my way and he pushes up from our bed.

“Look beautiful,” he says right before kissing me. I’m only wearing one of my sundresses, but he compliments me whenever I wear one, so I guess more sundresses are on the shopping agenda.

“I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to my sister with an MC,” Misty says. “You’re so cool, but we all have ideas of biker life.”

Green shrugs. “Better try because I’m not letting her go. Danni’s the kind of woman you don’t let down or take for granted. So she sure as fuck isn’t the woman you let go.”

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