Page 13 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

She shakes her head. “I don’t mean statutory.”

“Does Vlad know?”

“Daniel knows. I told him what happened. He was in jail waiting for his trial after he killed our mom’s boyfriend. I don’t know if he told you about that—”

“Yeah, I know about that.”

“He was fourteen. I was completely alone. Pregnant and broke. I had no one on my side. It was a scary, awful time. I was a damn baby having a baby. As he grew inside me, all I could think about was that he was the physical reminder of my assault. Do you have any idea what that’s like? It’s emotional torture.”

“Okay. We’re getting out of here. I don’t give a shit about smoothing things over with Vlad right now.”

“When he was born, I cried. He looked like me and Daniel. He doesn’t look a damn thing like the predator who inseminated me. You can’t know what that means.”

We have to get out of here. Back to my place, where I can take care of her, keep her safe, and I don’t know, whatever else I have to do to get her back to a better place. I lift her up into my arms to carry her over to my bike and set her down on the back. The helmet secured on her head again, we take off out of the compound. Gee holds on tight. Once we’re riding, I decide not to head home yet. Instead, I open up the engine on the highway so she can really experience the ride.

I keep us out for hours going everywhere and nowhere at all. When one of us gets hungry or needs a pee break, we stop for food, or take one.

Eventually, she yells in my ear, “I want your cock.” She has to shout because of the wind, and I’m all over that. Hell yeah. The woman wants my dick, she gets it. I spin us around to head for home.

Why this woman? I have no idea why she seems to just do it for me. I’ve heard of dates like this before. I’ve even seen it happen with some of my brothers. But never in my wildest imagination did I think it would happen to me.

It’s dark by the time we roll back into my drive and I help her off the bike. “Still want my dick?” I ask.

And I swear to God, she licks her lips.

Licks her fucking lips.

We’ve been on the road all day, though. Despite wanting to take her on the floor of the foyer, I draw us a bath in the master tub and pour us some drinks. Wine is supposed to be sexy, but I don’t drink it, therefore I don’t own it. The best I can do is vodka cranberries. Her eyes heat when I bring it to her, so I guess she approves.

We wash each other, which is more like a sensual massage with soap. Damn, Gee does that well, too. Of course, I don’t know that there’s anything she doesn’t do well. I’ve never fucked in a bath before. A shower plenty of times, but never like this.

Once the water starts to cool off, I help her out and dry her off. We end up in my bed again. The feel of her mouth on me, sucking my dick like she just can’t get enough of it. I return the favor, eating her while I fuck her with my fingers until she cums again. When I cum for the last time that evening, it’s inside her.

“Did you go to college for that?” she asks as she lounges on me. Her voice, her posture, the glint in her eyes—it all screamssated.

“What? Fucking?”

She nods.

“Don’t think that’s a major at most accredited schools. If it were, I’d have graduated with honors.”

“Doctor of Fuckology,” she teases.

“You staying here with me?”

“For the time being.”

“‘Time being’?”

Her gorgeous face falls into a sad, contemplative sort of frown. “Eventually, my shine will wear off and you’ll be ready to trade up for a new pair of shoes.”

“You’re not shoes, Gee.”

“Yeah, but I’m thirty-three years old. The mother of an adult. Some young, hot piece of ass will inevitably catch your eye. You forget I know all too well how the world works.”

“But you clearly don’t know howmyworld works. I’ve been growing tired of empty pussy for a while now.”

She tries to smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Let’s just see how this goes. I won’t hold you to anything.”

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