Page 68 of Devil Inside: Green

All my brothers and their old ladies were invited to this shindig. Our FBI contacts are here as well.

Danni and I stand next to the podium and listen to the man speak. He’s charismatic in person, I’ll give him that. “Few times in our lives are we called to action. Even fewer do we take up that challenge for the good of the nation. The two people you see standing before you lost a great deal to the hands of a psychopath. They could have shrunk into themselves, become angry or despondent. But Daniella Romero and Robert Green pushed through their pain to make a difference. They fought back, working with the FBI to bring a killer to justice, almost losing their lives in the process.”

That’s not exactly true. I never almost lost my life. That was all Danni.

“The Bible Belt Killer ended his monstrous career as one of the country’s most prolific serial killers. They have linked him to the deaths of over thirty women. It was through the use of intelligence, courage, intuition, and strategy that these two people tracked the movements of Jack Dunham and maneuvered to think steps ahead of him to draw him out so law enforcement could make their arrest.” Then he looks over at Danni and me. “Please step forward.”

We both step away from the flagpoles they have us standing in front of to allow the President to drape a medal around her neck and then mine.

As I’m looking out into the audience, I see my mom close to Vlad. He tracked down my mom? This is a surprise. She’ll get to meet Danni.

After shaking each of our hands, the president goes back behind the podium. “Daniella Romero, Robert Green, as a representative of this great nation, I want to thank you for your selfless acts of courage and heroism that no doubt saved countless other women’s lives.” He pauses for a moment and then finishes, “Esteemed guests, Daniella Romero and Robert Green.”

The whole place stands to clap for us like we’re at a fucking rock concert and we’re the main act. I find the whole thing a bit ridiculous, given they give this medal to athletes and movie stars, too. Somehow cheapens it—but what do I know?

The dinner that follows doesn’t suck. The food is awesome and I even dance with Danni for a few spins around the floor. My mother manages to tear herself away from her dance partner to say hi. She looks healthier and more rested than I’ve ever seen her. She wears this silky black dress with spaghetti straps and a drape neckline, along with these black heels with red flowers. My mother is gorgeous. Tonight definitely isn’t the night to get into why I haven’t called in so long, so I don’t bother to ask what she’s been up to to make her look so nice. I’ll save that for tomorrow when we meet for lunch. She pulls a sneak attack where I think she’s coming for me but she veers off at the last minute, hugging Danni. She hugs her for a full five minutes before I pry Mom’s arms off from around Danni’s shoulders.

“I’m so proud of you,” Mom says to me, and I don’t know that she’s ever said that before.

“I wasn’t the only one to catch the guy, Mom.”

“Robert…” she pins me with those “mom” eyes which means she thinks I’m purposely being obtuse... “I’m proud of you for the medal, but I was talking about Danni. I was talking to her father, Carlos, and he said you never left her side. Not once.That’swhat it means to be a man, son. And you are a good man.”

We have to stop talking about this because I’m not about to tear up at a presidential reception in front of my mother.

“You should go dance—enjoy yourself. I’m out of the catching serial killers game now so you probably won’t get another chance.”

“I can dance at your wedding.” She kisses my cheek before patting it with her hand. Then she turns to Danni. “I’m so happy my son is marrying you…” Then she sighs. “Please, always take care of him.”

Danni clears her throat. “I will.”

My mom nods once before heading out to the dance floor where Carlos holds a hand out to her.

Horace was the guard we had on Danni the day Jack attacked. Jack cold-cocked him with the butt of his gun. The dude’s lucky Jack didn’t just shoot him instead. But even though he’s not patched in, we invited him here tonight as a “glad you’re not dead” gesture.

“What do you say?” I ask the gorgeous woman in my arms, gesturing for the door. She nods, smiling. So while the rest of our crew gets their party on presidential style, she and I cut out early. We walk back to our hotel located not too far from the White House. It’s beautiful out with the freshly fallen snow covering the ground. Her cashmere wrap keeping her warm. I argued for a winter coat, but she insisted that she wouldn’t ruin her look with a bulky coat. She does let me kneel down to attach these rubber things to the bottoms of her shoes to keep her from slipping. The woman can be so damn stubborn.

DC at night is gorgeous. Still, I can’t wait to get back home. I miss my mountains. But our accommodations don’t suck. The White House shelled out some bucks for us to stay here. It’s the nicest place I’ve ever been allowed inside.

Up in our room, Danni kicks off her shoes, peels off her dress to drape one of my T-shirts over her gorgeous body, then walks over to the sliding door to our private balcony. I say “private” because it has two privacy walls that jut out from each side—and it’s heated. Abalcony. She leans against the rail, admiring the lights of the city twinkling below us. Just that brief glimpse of the woman in her bustier and barely-there panties got me as hard as a rock.

I join her on the balcony, pressing the front of my body to the back of hers, and bend in to kiss her neck. She melts into the kiss like she always does. It’s one of her spots. A brilliant idea hits me right now. The first time we fucked, it was outside. What better way to celebrate tonight?

As I continue to suck on the skin on her neck and below her ear, I reach my hand inside her panties to start fingering her. The T-shirt completely covers her from the front.

“Green.” She moans my name. “We should go inside—”

“No,” I bite back, unzipping my fly and then snapping the string of her thong. I use my knee to move her legs apart and slide in. Her legs start to buckle, so it’s me and the railing keeping her standing. She drops her head back against my shoulder as she begins to grind her hips against my crotch, taking my cock even deeper. As torturous as it is for me, I ride this fuck slow. All the cars down below us and the stars in the sky, I’ve never experienced anything like it.

Her whole body begins to vibrate and I can’t lie, I don’t know how much more my dick can take when she calls out, “Please, baby, Darry—oh, god!” Then she cums all over me. My thighs are fucking drenched from her amazing orgasm. Oh, but we’re not done. I pick her up in my arms to carry her to bed. There, she loses the T-shirt altogether, and the bustier too. Once I’m naked, I bend one of her knees and slide back in. That medal, the only thing I’m letting her wear tonight, bounces along with her tits, and as I suck the nipple of one of them into my mouth, the moan she makes is almost sexy enough to make me lose it.

“Make me cum again,” she begs. “I’m so close… I’m so…close.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, pulling out.

“No—” she shouts, but she should know I’m not done with her. I flip her onto her stomach, ass in the air, one hand gripping the bedsheets and the other pressed against the headboard for leverage, and I slide back in. She loves it from behind. Once I’ve got her like this, I start thrusting hard. In and up with every stroke to hit her special spot. Every woman has a spot that makes her let loose harder than a cascading waterfall. It was a pleasure figuring out Danni’s spot, and now that I know it, it’s the fucking gift that keeps on giving.

She keeps up thrust for thrust. “Darry—” That nickname is so damn stupid, but I love it when she calls me that because it’s mine. “Oh, shit—oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” she cries, letting this orgasm wash over her and I’m done. My cock erupts Vesuvius-style inside her.

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