Page 22 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

“That’s one of those big SUV’s, right?”

“Yeah. See one, let me know.”

“I’m sort of getting scared, Rough.” Her eyes tell me she’s trying to keep herself calm but that it’s getting harder to do. I get it. I’m so damn tired of dealing with men getting shot and women getting kidnapped or injured. This shit has to stop. Now. Yesterday.

“No need. We’re fine. Promise, I’ll fuck that fear from you when we get home.”

She squeezes me harder.

She holds on tighter during the drive home.

I pull my bike into the garage and close the door. Gee hops off the back, unstrapping the helmet and hanging it on my handlebar. Her body thrums with need. I feel it. I can’t imagine a woman like Gia going all those years without getting any. A woman as responsive as her going sixteen years is all kinds of wrong.

The impatience radiates off her while she waits for me to unlock the door to the foyer. Once we’re inside, she kicks off her shoes and attacks me, her lips crushing mine. Her hands go to my jeans, where she unsnaps and unzips them. Gee’s a woman on a mission. I drop to my knees to tear her pants off her, letting the soft carpeting cushion her back, which is a good thing because the woman doesn’t even give me time to get her ready to take me. She’s already there, judging by the way she grabs my dick, giving it a couple of strokes to make sure I’m as hard as she wants me, then glides me inside her body.Damn.That works for me. She clamps down, urging me to move.

“Harder,” she demands. “Rough.”

I give it to her harder.

“I’m really worried…” she says, not sounding afraid at all. “Lots of fear…”

Damn if I don’t start laughing while I’m ploughing inside her, grunting from the effort and how good she feels under me.

“Tell me if… you’re still worried… now…” I lift both her legs to rest her heels against my shoulders while I’m still planted deep inside her, using the edge of the stairs close to her head for leverage, and I know right away she likes this change in position as she begins thrusting her hips up off the step to take me as I’m taking her.

Then she does one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. While we’re busy fucking each other, she moves her hand to press a finger to her clit and begins rubbing. She squeezes her eyes shut and moans so damn loud. I love seeing a woman take what she needs and I’m hit with the urge to have her cum on my face. Without warning, I pull out and she cries, “No—Rough.” But she doesn’t have long to wait as I drop down, swat her hand out of my way and suck that swollen nub into my mouth.

“Fingers,” she cries again. I give her my fingers, tipping them forward to hit her G-spot, something that in the short time we’ve known each other, I know she loves. Then I press down on the same spot from the outside and she lets go. It’s loud. It’s sexy. It goes on for a hot minute, which means she’s primed to get another. Gee gets my dick again. This time, I flip her onto her knees, lifting one of them up one step and take her from behind at an angle.

“Reach for it, baby,” I order because I’m so damn close.

“I’m—”

Her walls start to ripple around my dick and I know it’s about to hit for the both of us. She cries out my name again and I pull out, unloading all over her sumptuous ass. Gee slumps forward, breathing heavy. “I don’t think I’m worried any longer.”

I laugh through my heavy breaths. “That’s good, babe.”

“But I might be worried again later. Fair warning.”

Oh, yeah, this woman does it for me.

About damn time.

8

After an afternoon of more of the best sex of my life, with Rough doing everything to make me feel safe—though just being in his arms brings me that—we head up to the compound, not to the clubhouse, but to Daniel and Nic’s house. She called to invite us to dinner, wanting me to meet my nephew.

I have to admit, I’m excited to meet the little guy. My baby brother is a dad. Given the way we grew up, I figured the only way he’d end up with kids were ones of theoopsvariety that he maybe paid child support for but never saw. But to be a dad—that’s a hands-on position. That’s someone who takes care of his children, molding them with his presence and guidance.

Clearly, we’d both been fathered, considering we’re alive right now, but we never had a dad. He took off for parts unknown when our mom was still pregnant with Daniel.

But when we turn up the drive, my stomach drops. Rough insisted that we start taking the truck again because he feels with someone after the Horde, it’s safer for me. He keeps the engine idling, his eyes on me.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Nervous,” I reply.

“Nothing to be nervous about.”

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