Her Devils: Devil's Regents MC Books 1-3

by Sarah Bale

  Olivia

  I was over this party the minute I walked in. It’s too crowded to even move. Booze, weed, and body odor linger in the air thanks to poor ventilation and the AC not working. My plans for getting in the pool are ruined, too, when someone vomits in the water. Grossly enough, that doesn’t stop some of my intoxicated classmates from diving in. One even spits pool water into the air, which he’ll probably regret in the morning.

  Thankfully, Lucy is able to find us two chairs. Andrew and Chase are off playing beer pong, which I’m glad for.

  Lucy fans herself. “If I had known this was going to happen, I would have suggested staying home.”

  “Same, girl. Same.”

  “When Andrew is done with his game, I’m going to tell him I want to leave. Would you be interested in going to his place and playing board games? They have an awesome collection.”

  My stomach churns, as it does every time I think of Andrew’s house, and shake my head. “King’s picking me up and we’re going to hang out tonight.”

  She snorts. “I’ll definitely make sure we’re out of your hair, then. You can have the place all to yourself.”

  “What? Don’t want to see him walking around naked again?”

  “I don’t want Andrew to get a complex if he sees him naked. King is… a prime specimen, that’s for sure.”

  We both giggle as Chase comes up with two cups.

  “Ladies.” He hands us each a red cup. “What’s so funny?”

  “Oh, just girl stuff.” Lucy takes a sip and makes a face. “What is this?”

  “Trashcan punch.”

  “I really hope they used a clean trashcan!”

  Chase watches me, ignoring Lucy. “Not thirsty?”

  “I’m not much of a drinker.”

  I swear to god he looks angry for a moment before saying, “Let me grab you a water then, since I didn’t get it right the first time.”

  He all but storms off.

  Good fucking riddance!

  Lucy finishes off her drink and reaches for mine. “I’ll drink yours.”

  “Have at it.” I glance at my phone. “I’m going to bail before he gets back. King should be here by now anyway.”

  “Run away, girl. Run. I’m going to find Andrew.”

  “Text me when you get to Andrew’s.”

  “I will. Text me when you get home.”

  I give her a quick hug before going to the gate on the side of the house. It’s safer this way, and there’s less chance of running into Chase. I know King said I should still go to dinner with Chase, but that little nagging voice in the back of my head keeps telling me it’s a bad idea. I mean, why did he get so mad when I said I didn’t want to drink? I’ve told him numerous times that I don’t consume alcohol. He should just leave it at that.

  I’m so worked up by the time I get out front that I want to hit something. The street is cluttered and it’s going to be hard to find King. And then I see him – Razor – sitting on his bike across the street.

  “Hey, sugar,” he greets. “You okay?”

  Sugar. I hate how I melt at that one little word.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Is it fair to take my anger out on him? No. Do I care? Hell no.

  “King had some business to take care of. He asked me to pick you up.”

  “Well, I’m glad you can show your face if someone sends you.”

  “Liv-”

  “I don’t want to hear it. Just take me home.”

  I climb on the bike behind him. He hands me a helmet over his shoulder and waits for me to put it on.

  “Ready?”

  “Just go, Razor.”

  He lets out a sigh but starts the bike. It roars to life and the vibrations from the engine go straight to my core. No, it’s more than that. It’s being on the bike with him. And, as much as I want to be angry, I’ve also missed him. We take off and I wrap my arms around his waist. The heat from his body beckons me like a month to a flame and I slip my hands under his shirt, caressing his stomach. He tenses, but then puts one hand over mine, pushing it lower, to his crotch.

  This is madness, but as we ride, I rub him though his pants until he’s hard. God. I’m aroused, too. I’m mad at him, but mostly I’m just glad he’s here. He speeds down the streets, taking me to my townhouse. We pull in the driveway and I get off the bike, taking off my helmet. He swings his massive leg over the bike and prowls toward me.

  “So, what is it, Liv? Are you pissed at me or do you want this cock?”

  “Can’t it be both?” I hit his chest as hard as I can. “You didn’t come after me.”

  He grabs my wrist, holding my arm over my head. “You know why I didn’t come.”

  “King did.”

  “King’s in a different position than me.” He walks me backward, until my back is pressed against the side of the house. “Now. Do. You. Want. My. Cock.”

  He shoves his thigh between mine, rubbing against me.

  I press against him and say one word. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  His mouth crashes over mine as he kisses me with so much intensity that it takes my breath away, leaving me burning with fire. When his lips leave mine to nibble on my earlobe, I moan loudly. The sensation of his scruffy face against my flesh is almost my undoing. He kisses me again while his hands roam my body.

  “What’s this?” His finger runs under the strap of my swimsuit.

  “The party was supposed to be a pool party. I didn’t get a chance to get wet, though.”

  His other hand dips into my shorts, rubbing my swimsuit against my mound. “Looks like you’re wet now.”

  I grin. “Drenched.”

  “Pull your tits out but leave the suit on.”

  I do as he says, the cool air licking my heated flesh. He takes a step back, looking me over.

  “Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful, Liv.” He lowers to his knees. “Step out of your shorts.”

  I do as he says, feeling wildly erotic.

  “Play with your tits,” he says, his hot breath fanning over my skin.

  I cup my breasts, my flesh prickling at my own touch. When I roll my nipple between my fingers Razor is the one who makes a sound this time.

  “Fuck. You’re so sexy, Liv.”

  “Why don’t you shut up and put your mouth to better use,” I snipe back.

  The grin he gives me lets me know I’m about to get exactly what I’m asking for and any worries about the neighbors seeing us leave my mind. Leaning forward, he presses his nose against my mound, inhaling deeply. And then he fucking French kisses me through my swimsuit. I cry out, the sensation almost too intense to bear. The wet material drags against my clit as he kisses me as if his life depends on it.

  A car alarm chirps down the street and I feel him pulling back.

  “Don’t you dare slow down,” I breathe out.

  His hands grip my thighs and he gives me exactly what I’m asking for. My pussy floods with desire as he nips my clit through my swimsuit. I’m so fucking wet that I can feel it dripping down my thigh, but I don’t care. Instead, I roll and pinch my nipples until I come. I come so fucking hard and I can’t contain my outcry of pleasure.

  Razor stands and reaches between us, rubbing his hand over my swimsuit. “See how fucking wet I made you.”

  “Fuck me, Razor,” I beg.

  My body is so hypersensitive right now, and I’m biting back tears of need. Hell, maybe they are tears of relief. I don’t even know at this point. His lips brush against mine and then he kisses my tears away.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” he says as his unzips his pants.

  He pulls my swimsuit aside and I spread my legs wider. When the head of his cock rubs against my opening, I come again.

  “Your pussy wants me so much that it’s already weeping.” His teeth scrape down my neck. “But I don’t have a condom, so we can’t.”

  Opening my eyes, I shake my head. “Razor. You can’t stop. Please.”

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nbsp; “I told you once I wanted to go raw inside of you. I meant it then and I still mean it now.”

  I nod. “Do it. Fuck me raw.”

  He lets out a groan that goes straight to my core and lifts me. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  I do as he says. When the head of his cock presses against my opening I can’t help but to rock against it. Inch by fucking inch he slides into me until we’re connected in the most primal way possible. And the way he’s looking at me – that look will be etched in my memory forever. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him, my passion only growing stronger.

  When he moves – God. Damn. – I’ve never felt anything like it before. I cry out something incoherent as his pace increases. My back rubs against the brick of the house, but I don’t care. All I feel in this moment is him.

  “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet,” he groans out.

  “Razor, I’m close.”

  His thrusts become shallow as my orgasm builds. We breathe in soul-drenching drafts, as if I’m his only means of living and he’s mine. And then I come. I come harder than I’ve ever come before, screaming out his name. His body quakes as he comes, too. It’s the most complete I’ve ever felt in my life and I don’t want it to end.

  But our juices are running down my legs, and I’m certain my orgasmic bliss was loud enough to get the attention of my neighbors.

  “We better get inside,” I whisper.

  “Can you stand?”

  “I think so.”

  He pulls out and more of our juice drip out onto the grass.

  He says, “Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

  “Me either.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I think I am.”

  “Good.”

  Razor puts my swimsuit back in place as I tuck my breasts away. He wasn’t joking about never coming this hard before. My body is still pulsing with need as he hands me my shorts. When I’m dressed, he takes my hand and leads me around the house, to the front door.

  “Is your roommate coming home tonight?”

  “No.”

  “Good. Because I want you again, but this time I want you spread out so I can eat your pussy.”

  And the proof of his desire presses into my back. Somehow, I manage to unlock the door as we stumble in, undressing each other.

  “When is King coming?”

  He answers, “He hasn’t texted, so I assume it’ll be a while.”

  When we’re both naked, he carries me to my room, putting me on the bed.

  He dives between my legs, spreading them wide. “Look at that. I gave you a cream pie.”

  And then he fucking eats me out and I come so hard that I feel like I leave my body.

  “Razor,” I beg.

  And my man gives me what I need.

  Several hours later, we’re in my bed, tangled around each other.

  Razor kisses me and asks, “Would I be a dick if I said I hope you got pregnant tonight?”

  “Not a dick, but it’s not going to happen. I’m still on the pill.”

  And I still don’t want kids.

  He spreads his palm over my stomach and says, “I get hard thinking of your belly round with my baby.” His hand moves to my breast, cupping it. “Thinking of your tits getting big so you could feed our son.”

  I feel a lot of different things in this moment. One, I can see what he’s saying. And it makes me hot thinking of it, too. Two, he doesn’t know that I will never have kids, and I don’t know if now is the time to mention it. Three, I wish I wasn’t so fucked up. I wish that I could just let go and be in the moment without my past creeping back to fuck me over.

  Trying to take the seriousness out of the moment, I say. “Oh, so you know we’d have a son?”

  “Or daughter. Or both. Hell, I wouldn’t care.”

  I link my fingers through his and say, “I was pregnant once. A long time ago.”

  His eyes meet mine in surprise, but he lets me go on.

  “It wasn’t something I wanted and definitely didn’t plan. The crazy thing is when I lost the baby, I actually felt like maybe it was my fault. Like, because I didn’t want it enough that god took it away.”

  “Fuck. Liv.”

  “It’s fine. Like I said, it was a long time ago. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not sure I want kids. Are you okay with that?”

  He nods, pulling me closer. “I had a fucked up childhood, but there was one foster family I had for a hot second that showed me what a real family could be like. My foster mom told me that I’d meet someone one day who’d make me see I could be a father. You’re the first person I’ve felt that with.” He lifts my hand, kissing it. “But I would never ask you to do something you didn’t want to. It’s your body, Liv, and I will respect your wishes. Hell, I’ll even get a vasectomy.”

  I know he’s serious, too. Because that’s the type of guy Razor is.

  My voice cracks. “Thank you.”

  “No. Thank you for telling me.” He pauses. “I think there’s a lot we still don’t know about each other, but I want you to know that I love you. And I’m in this for the long haul. No more running.”

  He loves me.

  I replay his words over and over. He loves me!

  For the first time in my life, I think I’m finally ready to stop hiding from my past.

  “No more running,” I agree.

  11

  Olivia

  Late into the night there’s a knock on the front door.

  Razor lifts his head from the pillow. “Wonder if that’s King? He didn’t text.”

  “Who else would it be?”

  Standing, I grab my robe and pad to the front door. It’s almost three in the morning, but this isn’t an unusual time for the guys to be out and about. I’m about to open the door when Razor puts his hand against it, stopping me.

  “I’ll look.”

  I step aside so he can open the door. His stainless steel pistol reflects in the moonlight and I’m taken aback for a moment. Maybe old habits die hard? Or, maybe I am too naïve.

  He opens the door, looking around, before stepping onto the porch.

  “There’s no one here. Got any punk-ass teenagers who live on the block?”

  I snort. “Is this the equivalence to get off my lawn?”

  “I don’t like being interrupted when I’m with my woman. Especially when I was about to get lucky again.”

  “Is that so?”

  He grins at me and moves. And that’s when I see it. The blood drains from my face and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

  “Liv? What is it?”

  Moving past him, I pick up the envelope that’s, again, propped up against the flowerpot.

  “I got one of these the other day.”

  “So?”

  “It was out here, just like this. Someone dropped it off.” I meet his gaze. “I think that’s what the knock on the door was.”

  My hands shake as I open the envelope. Like before, there’s one single photo inside. This time it’s from the library, with King. We’re having sex against the bookshelf. Much like the first photo, the image was snapped in the throes of passion and would be beautiful if it wasn’t so freaking creepy.

  “Whoa. What in the fuck is that?” Razor takes the photo from me, looking it over. “Who in the hell sent this?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “And you got one the other day?”

  I nod, feeling bile creep up my throat. “It was of me. And Saint.”

  His eyebrows lift, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he flips the photo over.

  You’ll pay for giving my pussy away.

  “Jesus fucking Christ.” He pulls out his cell. “Get your ass over to Olivia’s place and bring King. I don’t care if he’s busy. Tell him he needs to be here. And bring my bag.”

  He goes outside, looking on the porch. He goes as far as moving the flowerpot and rug. When that doesn’t yield any results, he walks to the end of the dr
iveway, looking back and forth.

  “What are you doing?”

  “How well do you know your neighbors?”

  “Not very well. Why?” When I realize what he’s thinking, I say, “Razor, you can’t! It’s the middle of the night!”

  Ignoring me, he strolls across the street, going to my neighbor’s house. He knocks on the door and takes a step back as an elderly woman opens the door a few moments later. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but he points at me a few times and she nods, smiling, before going back into her house.

  He comes back across the street and says, “She has a security camera. She’s going to send me the footage when it’s a decent hour. Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

  When we’re inside, he locks the door and checks it twice before joining me on the couch.

  “Is there any one you can think of who would send this? A pissed off ex?”

  “No. There’s no one. Well, except for Chase.”

  “Tell me more about him.”

  So, I do. I tell him everything I know, which isn’t much. We’re still talking about him when Razor’s phone goes off.

  “They’re here.”

  I start to go to the door, but he stops me. “I’ll get it.”

  Again, his gun is out as he peers through the peephole. When he opens it, King comes right to me.

  “What is it? What happened?”

  Razor points to the photo on the table. “Someone left this on the porch.”

  King’s expression becomes steely. “Who in the fuck took this?”

  “I don’t know. But I got another one the other day.”

  Bash says, “We need to see it, Liv.”

  My stomach flutters. I’ve missed Bash so much. He’s so close that I can reach out and touch him, if I want. But I don’t. Because I’m a freaking coward. Instead, I get the photo of me and Saint from my dresser.

  When I put it down in front of them, Bash lets out a curse.

  “Who in the hell has it out for you, Liv?”