Saved by the Devil (Devils Arms Book 3)

by Michelle Woods

  “Nothing you did to save yourself matters. I don’t care. I will never care as long as you’re alive and whole, Lovely. I love you, Phoebe,” Peanut whispered into her hair, his arms tightly squeezing her to him.

  “I love you too, Mark,” Phoebe said, her words muffled by his chest.

  “I just have one question. Where did you find chains?” he asked, his mind finally focusing on the man on the bed and his confinement.

  “Dickhead intended to chain me to the bed, and I decided that didn’t really work for me,” Phoebe replied shrugging.

  “Fuck, this has Sin written all over it,” Phoenix muttered when he entered the room with Rage a few minutes after him. Five men stood in the room staring at Johnny Smith who was just starting to wake up. They were all looking from Phoebe to the bed and back again.

  “Yeah, did you know she was training with Sin?” Rage asked.

  “No,” Peanut spoke at the same time Viking did.

  “Yeah, I was the one who suggested it.” Viking’s words surprised him. He’d had no idea that Phoebe was training with Sin and the other women in the club. It didn’t really surprise him that Sin was involved with teaching Phoebe to defend herself but the fact that Viking had suggested it did. Maybe his woman and his brother had actually found a middle ground. He liked that thought and his arms tightened around Phoebe. Her head was resting on his shoulder and her arms were curled around his waist.

  Johnny’s eyes popped open and he looked around wildly, his eyes finally landing on Phoebe in his arms. He glared at Phoebe, his arms jerking against his chains. They didn’t give despite his violent movement and Peanut realized she’d used the bedrails to secure the chains. He kissed her forehead. His lovely was damned smart and he was proud of her for handling this fucker despite what must have been a crippling fear of him after the abuse she’d suffered at his hands.

  “What’s going on? Phoebe, you stupid bitch what the—” Johnny started screeching but his words were cut off by Phoenix who punched him in the face. He screeched as blood spouted out his mouth from his busted lip.

  “Shut the fuck up or I will cut out your damned tongue, dickhead.” Phoenix didn’t even finish his threat before Johnny was whimpering as he glared up at him. He turned his eyes back to Phoebe and Peanut let out a growl.

  Peanut turned her away from the idiot, needing to protect her from any more words he might spew at her. He tugged her towards the door knowing that his brothers would handle getting this fucker back to the clubhouse. He wasn’t worried about anything except making sure that Phoebe was really alright. He guided her to his bike. Phoebe didn’t fight his high-handedness, but she did stop near the bike and look back at the room.

  “What are they going to do with him?” she asked suddenly.

  “Bring him back to the club. Have him sign the divorce papers when Stan gets them finished. Does it really matter?” he asked, watching her carefully. He knew that she wasn’t asking because she was concerned about Johnny but more because she was worried that she’d have to deal with him again. He didn’t tell her that a few weeks after her divorce was finalized in the courts that Johnny would meet his maker because nobody was allowing a fucker like him to live.

  “I guess not. I just wanted to be sure they didn’t kill him before they got him to sign those papers,” Phoebe said, surprising him.

  “Who says they’re going to kill him, Lovely?”

  “You think I don’t know exactly who you and every man in this club is, Peanut? I mean, seriously? I know you aren’t letting him go and his body will turn up somewhere far from here. I’m not an idiot, Mark,” Phoebe said, her expression exasperated.

  Peanut realized that not only had he misjudged her level of intelligence, he’d also underestimated how well she could see beyond the superficial layer he’d created to hide his true nature from her. Well, shit. He would never be able to get anything over on her now, would he? He found himself grinning like a fool as he climbed on the bike, waiting on her to climb on behind him.

  “I see. I really tried to keep the darker side of my life away from you and Jazzy. You have to know that.” Peanut heard her little snort as she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she climbed on the back of his bike. It wasn’t the first time he’d had her there, but it felt like it. His pulse shot up and he felt his dick thicken in his pants. Fuck, this was going to be a long ride.

  “Peanut, I’m not gullible anymore. I was once, before Johnny—but after everything I went through as his wife, I will never be that silly girl again. I knew you weren’t going to a picnic every time you left with your friends. Half the time you leave the house you’re armed and wearing that lethal looking knife of yours. I really should be worried about that but somehow it doesn’t matter. I’ve lived in hell for years and living with you and Jasmine has been heaven. I will take your sort of sketchy job over that abusive asshole with a normal job any day.” Phoebe pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and he felt happiness surge through him like lightening.

  “I still thought I did a better job protecting you from what I do,” Peanut muttered as he started the bike.

  “Don’t worry so much, Mark. You’ll get ulcers,” Phoebe warned, making him smile.

  Damn, he loved this woman!

  He noticed Viking standing outside the motel room as he slowly made his way out of the parking lot. Viking was grinning as he waved them off. Peanut felt Phoebe’s arms around his stomach and her weight against his back as he headed home. This was the life he’d never known he was searching for. His baby kicked against his back and Phoebe laughed with glee as the miles between them and home melted away.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Peanut cut the engine on the bike and waited for Phoebe to climb off. He was so damned hard and ready for her. She was just climbing off the bike when he spotted Brenna in the yard glaring at them. He put down the kick stand and climbed off after her. He wasn’t looking forward the bitch fit Brenna was about to have. He’d known that fucking her was going to come back to bite him in the ass.

  “Hi, Peanut. I haven’t seen you in a while and I thought maybe now that you have a live-in nanny we could go on a real date,” Brenna said, sweetly. Her breast nearly fell out of her top as she leaned over the fence between their two town houses. Oh boy, this was going to end badly if he didn’t get Phoebe inside quickly.

  “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening,” Phoebe growled, and he noticed her hands were fisted at her sides. He couldn’t help the grin that split his face as he realized she was jealous. He was glad Phoebe wasn’t watching him or he’d be up a creek without a paddle for enjoying her possessiveness. He had to admit that he really liked Phoebe being jealous of him. Not that she had anything to worry about. Since the moment she’d entered his life no other woman could compare. He already had her patch in his room just waiting for the perfect time to give it to her.

  “Who are you to say what he does? You’re just the help,” Brenna snarled.

  Peanut couldn’t help wincing as he realized that he better stop relishing this little scene and explain things to Brenna before Phoebe chained her to a bed and beat the crap out of her. He knew that was unlikely to happen, but he smiled at the thought. His woman was fierce and if Brenna pushed it, she would end up with a hell of a lot more than she bargained for. Needing to get this little show over with, he looked Brenna in the eye making sure she saw his absolute sincerity.

  “Actually, Brenna, Phoebe’s correct. I won’t be going out with you or any other woman besides Phoebe ever again. Sorry,” he said, before taking Phoebe’s arm and leading her through the gate and into the house. He tugged her towards his bedroom and she resisted slightly before letting him pull her into the room. He let her arm go and headed to the dresser, pulling out the property patch he’d had made for her. It was wrapped in the white paper that he’d brought it home in and as he walked toward her with it, she frowned.

  Her eyes were on the package and she was likely wondering what he was
up to. Peanut couldn’t help but smile at the confusion written on her face as she took the package from him. She frowned as she held it and looked up at him.

  “Open it, Lovely,” Peanut urged.

  “Fine, but don’t think that little issue with Brenna is just going away because you said that to her. She’s the type of woman to try and seduce you. I won’t have that if you and I are together. I will never again be a doormat for any man. You want to be with me, then I insist that you be with only me.” Phoebe looked so serious when she spoke that Peanut couldn’t help the little chuckle that left him. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. He didn’t let it bother him and tapped the package in her hands.

  “I’m okay with that, Lovely. Now, open it,” he repeated.

  Phoebe growled a little and ripped open the white paper, her eyes widening when she saw what was inside. Peanut grinned widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

  “This is a property patch,” Phoebe said, pulling it free and letting the packaging fall on the floor. Peanut smiled, knowing she must be a little excited to have let the paper fall on the floor like that. He’d learned in the past few months that they’d been together that his lovely was a bit of a neat freak.

  “Yes, it is,” Peanut replied.

  “You’re giving me a property patch? Wait, this wasn’t for some other woman and you’re just giving it to me because of that scene outside with Brenna, are you?” she demanded, watching him carefully.

  “No, Lovely, this was made for you and you alone. No other woman has ever made me even think about patching her. Only you. I would have given it to you sooner but I was worried you wouldn’t wear it because of that asshat you married. Until that was settled, I didn’t want to ask you to wear it in case you said no.” Peanut brushed her hair back, tilting her head to look deeply into her eyes. He wanted her to know he meant every word because he never wanted anything like petty jealousy to come between them. She, the baby, and Jazzy were his world and he wanted her to know that.

  “You should have asked, Mark. I would have worn it. I got over the guilt I was feeling over our relationship weeks ago. Johnny didn’t deserve my loyalty and if we’d had a normal marriage I would have been divorced before I met you. I decided not to be upset about it when I realized that I loved you,” Phoebe said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He noted that she hadn’t put the patch on and was just holding it. His eyes narrowed.

  “So put it on,” he demanded.

  “You’re being bossy again. I will wear it later after you’ve made me come multiple times.”

  “Humph, I see how it is. You won’t wear my patch unless I give you orgasms. Such a hard little woman to please,” Peanut muttered, his lips kissing along her jaw line.

  “Yep, now get to work giving me orgasms.”

  He chuckled as he lifted her into his arms and carried her the few feet to the bed, plopping her down and watching silently as her body bounced up and down. She giggled and rolled her eyes at his hard work and he let out a little growl as he took his cut off, tossing it on the nightstand. He then took the property patch from her, tossing it on top of his cut. Peanut reached behind him, grabbing his shirt and ripping it off over his head before tossing it into the corner of the room.

  “You’re picking that up, buster, not me,” his sassy girl said.

  Peanut grinned. “Noted. Now get naked.”

  She laughed and shook her head but she tugged the oversized shirt off over her head and tossed it in the direction he’d thrown his, revealing her tender white skin. He frowned when he noted the bruising on her shoulder and some on her left arm. She glanced down and sighed when she saw the marks. The ones on her arm weren’t too bad but her shoulder looked bad.

  “He fucking hurt you.”

  “Not really. My shoulder was banged on the door when he shoved me into the car and the bruises on my arm were from when he was manhandling me into the motel. They’re both very superficial and nothing to worry about,” Phoebe muttered. He would bet that she was not liking his focus on how that bastard had hurt her instead of making love to her like he’d intended.

  “Yeah, that’s not making it better, babe,” he growled, running his hands over her soft skin, trying hard not to leave the room and head over to the clubhouse where they likely had that fucker by now. He wanted to beat the holy fuck out of him and then let him heal so he could do it over and over again. Hmm, that idea had merit. He would discuss it with Viking later. Phoebe sighed a second time and shimmied out of her pants revealing his favorite purple panties. He let out a little growl of approval as he stared at her soft curls covered by purple lace.

  “Mark, just make love to me, please,” Phoebe said.

  “Fine, but be warned I am not happy you didn’t tell me about the injuries.”

  “Ugg, they aren’t even real bruises, Peanut.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting to meet hers in an angry dance of lust and love. He placed his knee on the bed and moved to cover her. His right hand moved possessively over her stomach feeling the baby kick at him. That sensation never got old and he found himself smiling as he pulled back to kiss her forehead. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he explored her body, sliding up over her breasts, cupping the firm mounds, his mouth seeking its tip. She moaned, arching into him, her hands clinging to his shoulders. He grunted, pulling back to lick around the tightened nipple he was playing with. Her hand buried into his hair and Phoebe moaned again, rolling slightly before wrapping her legs around his hips. It was an awkward fit because of the swell of her belly between them but he just curved his body around her.

  Peanut found her sweetness with his fingers, plunging beneath her panties to caress her. She moaned and wiggled against him. He felt the baby protesting the confinement and chuckled. His little man was always interrupting them when they were trying to have sex lately. At first it had freaked Phoebe out and he’d learned not to press against her stomach during sex because their boy took it as a wake-up call and started playing kick ball inside his mother. Peanut loved it but Phoebe not so much. He occupied himself with pulling her panties off and tossing them away, pulling off his pants at the same time.

  He waited until the kicking stopped before pressing against her opening, feeling the wetness of her body flooding his fingers. He groaned, kissing his way back to her mouth as he entered her with his fingers. She let out a little mewl of pleasure and arched off the bed towards him. He worked her into a frenzy before he rolled until she was sitting on his hips just above his hardened cock. She leaned forward, her breasts teasing his lips, her hard belly pushing against him. Then she was slowly, oh so slowly, lowering herself onto him. He felt every inch of his member sliding into her and grunted, the pleasure of the slow glide nearly taking his head off.

  She took him fully with her fingers digging into his flesh, his thumbs rubbing against her hips as she began to move. He allowed her to set the pace. Leaning forward to take her breasts into his mouth, he sucked on her hardened nipples as her body moved up and down. She moaned, taking him deeply with every downward stroke, her belly caressing him as she moved.

  Peanut let her have her way with him until he couldn’t take it anymore. His hands bit into her hips possessively as he thrust upwards into her tight sheath. Clutching her to him as he pushed them both closer to the edge of oblivion. Phoebe gasped when he held her hips in place as he drove into her. She gripped his shoulders, her nails leaving little indents in his skin as she clung to him. Her mouth opened in a startled moan as he felt her shudder around his cock. The hard clasp of her tight sheath left him reeling. He couldn’t hold back the pleasure as it rushed over him, leaving him in blissful abandonment. He let out a roar of contentment and his orgasm flooded her shuddering body. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as she collapsed limply onto his chest.

  “Damn, I really needed that,” he muttered, kissing her injured shoulder softly. She sighed and slid off his limp dick. She moved off him and snuggled into
his side. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she lay her head on his shoulder. They lay that way for a long time before Peanut found the energy to reach down and pull the covers up over them both. He was just about to close his eyes when she moved.

  “Wait, I have to pee,” Phoebe moaned and reluctantly crawled from the bed.

  It was as she turned to walk towards the bathroom that he saw it. He was up out of the bed in an instant, scooping her into his arms in a panic. He laid her back on the bed and pushed his ear against her belly.

  “What the heck are you doing, Peanut? I told you I have to pee,” she growled, trying to get up.

  “You’re bleeding. I’m listening for the baby.”

  Phoebe gasped and waited with him for what seemed like forever before the baby kicked his head. Yeah, he supposed that was fair. He had just spent the last ten minutes poking his dick at the little tyke. He stood up and jerked up his pants, digging out his phone. She watched him with a frown.

  “He’s fine. He just kicked. Who are you calling?” Phoebe asked, her brow knitted in confusion.

  “The doctor, Lovely. I’m calling the doctor,” Peanut muttered, wondering why the hell she hadn’t already figured that out already. It was only two in the afternoon, surely they’d see her today for something like this. They had to make sure he hadn’t hurt her or the baby. Fuck, why had he been so rough with her? He was such a fucking idiot. He always let his dick get him into trouble. If she was okay he wasn’t having sex until after she’d had the baby. No way in hell was he risking either of them because he was fucking horny.

  “Peanut, I’m fine.”

  “No, we are going in to see the doctor. Bleeding isn’t okay. All the books say bleeding is bad,” Peanut muttered as he continued to ignore her and waited on hold with the doctor’s office.

  “They mean excessive bleeding, not spotting. It’s likely nothing. I’m sure he’s fine if he’s still active,” Phoebe said, but he could tell she was worried. A frown creased the skin between her eyes and her hand was resting on her stomach. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, ignoring her protest.