Dance With The Devil (The Devil's Riders Book 4)

by Blake, Joanna

  She never stopped loving me. Though… she hadn’t exactly said that .

  Don’t think about that now, Whiskey. You have better things to do at the moment .

  Like take care of the sweet curvy woman in my arms. Lord knew I’d waited years for her. Before and after our epic few weeks together .

  I’d waited years for her twice .

  My hands roved over her back, showing her how I felt with my touch. She felt so good. So right .

  Becky was the perfect little package .

  She was sweet and smart and spunky. Opinionated. Loyal. Trustworthy .

  And… hmmm, lord yes. I was right! There was even a little bit more of her to love than there had been before .

  Her crazy curves had gotten even crazier !

  She made a soft sound of surrender as I eased her back onto the old couch. It was clean and comfy. Perfect for what I intended to do .

  I was going to make Becky so wild that she’d never even think about leaving me again. I’d take her to the very heights of pleasure, and more .

  I pulled off her shoes and kissed her bare ankles, then I started kissing my way up her legs. I lifted up the hem of her dress and looked beneath it. I moaned at the sight of her sweet little pussy covered with pretty white lace lingerie .

  I wanted inside there. Badly. More than anything I’d wanted in my life .

  Except to be with her .

  “You came prepared .”

  She giggled, reaching for me. I settled between her thighs, both of us still clothed. I didn’t want to rush her, but I was itching for the main event .

  “It wasn’t me .”

  “No ?”

  “All this was their handiwork. In fact, I think the girls may have left us here on purpose .”

  “The girls? I thought the guys planned all this .”

  “No way, women are much more devious .”

  We stared at each other for a minute and then burst into laughter. It was a long time before the giggles stopped. I brushed her hair away from her face, staring down at her in awe .

  “How did you get to be so pretty ?”

  “Whiskey …”

  “I want to take your clothes off now and do unspeakable things to you .”

  She hiccuped and I shook my head, wagging my finger at her .

  “Maybe the bedroom is better. After I get you a glass of water .”

  She nodded and I helped her to sit up. I brought her a bottle of water and watched while she drank half of it. Then I took the water and shoved it in my pockets, along with a few other bottles for later .

  I did not want to have to come downstairs again for a while …

  She let out a breathy sigh as I lifted her into my arms, carrying her swiftly to the back of the cabin and up the narrow steps. I had to go slow and carefully but it didn’t matter .

  The bed was so close, I could taste it .

  I carried her into the bedroom and lowered her to her feet .

  “Dress. Off . Now .”

  She reached for the zipper and froze. She gave me a worried look .

  “What is it, Becks? Don’t you want me ?”

  “I do… it’s just …”

  “ Tell me .”

  She sighed, lowering her hands .

  “I’m not the same as I was .”

  “You’re still the girl I fell in love with .”

  “No I mean… well, I’m a little chubby .”

  “Hush. You are perfect .”

  I meant it, too. She was so lovely, so cute and sweet and adorable, I wouldn’t have cared if she put on fifty pounds, let alone what looked like five or ten .

  “I’m not though .”

  “You are. I’ll prove it to you .”

  “How ?”

  I smiled and turned her around so I could unzip her dress. She held perfectly still as I raised it over her head and laid it on the dresser behind me. Then I pulled her into my arms .

  “Becky… oh sweetheart, I have missed you so much. Can’t you feel what you do to me ?”

  I tried not to be a pig, but there was no way she didn’t feel my hardness pressing into her belly .

  Our mouths crashed together as we devoured each other. I’d been holding back before but now I didn’t have to. Now I could just make her mine, once and for all .

  I lowered her to the bed, not stopping our kiss even for an instant. I couldn’t. I was far too afraid she would disappear .

  I wondered if I’d ever stop feeling that .

  My hands found the lacy cups of her bra. My lips found her ear, then the sensitive spot on her neck. She whimpered in pleasure. Then I was kissing her everywhere. Her shoulders, her belly, her thighs .

  Every inch of her was delicious .

  I yanked my shirt off and reached for her bra. I soaked in the sight of her glorious globes. They were flawless. She arched her back as I licked her perfect breasts again and again. I could not get enough of her .

  I pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked .

  My mouth filled with something warm and sweet. I swallowed it without thinking about it. I leaned back, staring at her in shock .

  “Becky… I think you’re leaking milk .”

  Chapter Twenty -Four

  Becky

  O h no .

  Oh no no no no no !

  This was a disaster. The one thing I had to do tonight. The one clue that would give my secret away .

  I’d forgotten about the milk .

  How on Earth was I going to explain this? I scooted away, sitting up and holding a pillow in front of me. I stared at my bare knees, trying to control my emotions .

  I’d gone from being extremely turned on to pure panic in a heartbeat .

  “Becks ?”

  “I can’t talk about this now. I’m sorry .”

  “Becks, why are you making milk ?”

  I shook my head .

  “Please don’t ask me. I just… I want to get some sleep .”

  He sat back on his heels, shirtless and confused. A big, soft-hearted hunk. He’d forgive me if I told him right now .

  I hoped so anyway .

  This was my last chance to come clean .

  He rose from the bed, grabbing his shirt. He was upset. He was probably horrified. Maybe even grossed out .

  “Wait .”

  He paused by the door, his shirt still in his hands .

  “I will tell you if you promise in advance not to hate me .”

  “I could never hate you Becks. Don’t you know that ?”

  “Okay. Just… just sit down or something .”

  He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. I swallowed and exhaled a big breath .

  “When I left …”

  “What? Another guy? I told you I don’t care, Becks .”

  “No. Just listen. When I left, I wasn’t alone .”

  His hand reached out to stroke my leg .

  “I didn’t know it at the time. But I was …”

  “What Becks ?”

  I stared him right in the face and said it .

  “I was pregnant .”

  His eyes got really, really big. He held perfectly still, almost as if he was afraid to move. He looked kind of pale, which made the faded scars on his jaw stand out in stark relief .

  “What ?”

  “I know this is a lot to take in and maybe not the best possible moment to tell you but -”

  You are babbling, Becky ! Hush !

  But I didn’t stop .

  “I was going to tell you. I just can’t think when I’m around you and I was so mad. Anyway, she’s amazing and healthy and perfect and I don’t expect anything if you don’t want it but if you do, well, I just know you will love her .”

  Whiskey blinked slowly, like he was coming out of a trance. Maybe my gibberish had stunned him. Maybe I’d hypnotized him with my blatant stupidity .

  “We have… a baby ?”

  I nodded, my insides shivering with worry. I didn’t know how he would take it. Whiskey
was great with kids but who knew if he even wanted one for himself. Let alone one with me .

  He might run .

  “I’m a daddy ?”

  “Yes. If you want to be .”

  His face was somber as he reached for me, pulling me into his arms. Then I was in the air as he lifted me up and spun me around .

  “I’m a daddy !”

  “Whiskey! Put me down! I’m dizzy !”

  I was giggling though as he sat in the chair by the window, cradling me in his lap .

  “I can’t believe you went through all that alone. Where is she? Where is she now ?”

  “Mae’s watching her. Her name is Eliza .”

  He squeezed me .

  “You named her after my mom ?”

  I nodded, snuggling into his chest .

  “Her nickname is Petunia though .”

  “Thank you. That means a lot to me .”

  “I was going to tell you. I was working up to it. I was just… scared .”

  “I know. And you thought I was a walking ballsack .”

  I giggled again, more relieved than I could say .

  “Well… yeah, that’s pretty much it .”

  “I can’t wait to meet her .”

  I wrapped my arms around him, stunned and overjoyed at the way things were turning out. I’d have to skip the tar and feathers after all. Kaylie deserved an award for her plan, not the stockade .

  “I can’t wait for you to meet her either .”

  “Becks, don’t wiggle around so much. I’m a little too excited …”

  “Well, I don’t have a problem with that .”

  “Oh, you don’t do you ?”

  I wiggled some more, intentionally rubbing his massive erection with my bottom .

  “I want to hear everything .”

  “Okay .”

  He squeezed me again .

  “But not until after .”

  Chapter Twenty -Five

  Whiskey

  I cupped her bottom in my hands, moaning at the perfect handfuls. She was already in her panties. The only thing between me and my goal was a thin scrap of lace and my jeans .

  “Hmmm… Becky …”

  She gasped as I hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around my hips. She was so short and I was so tall, it should have been impossible between us to hold each other. Sex itself should have been challenging .

  But it never was. Somehow, we always fit. It was just meant to be, I guess .

  The only hard part had been waiting for her .

  I lowered her to the bed, not wasting time. I reached for my jeans, kicking them off swiftly. Then I grabbed her slender ankles and dragged them out to the sides .

  Spreading her wide .

  “Panties .”

  She was breathless as I dove headfirst, licking her through the sheer white lace. She arched off the bed and I swear my dick got at least twenty times harder. It was hard enough to use in hand to hand combat. And win .

  It was officially a dangerous weapon .

  The sort of thing they wouldn’t let you board an airplane with .

  Lucky for me, it had a destination that was a whole lot closer to home .

  I tugged her panties to the side, sliding my tongue all over her soaking wet pussy lips. Silky, smooth, and plump. Juicy .

  Hmmm… she tasted so sweet. Like sunshine and lavender. Clean and fresh and warm. Just like I remembered, but even better .

  And she was mine .

  With a roar I tore her panties in half, pouncing on her like a wild animal. I couldn’t wait. I had to claim her .

  Now .

  My shorts were barely over my hips but my cock was a heat-seeking missile, already probing her silky hot wetness. I grit my teeth as I edged my way inside. She was so ready, but it had been a while. She was small to begin with and inexperienced on top of that .

  And I was… well, me. 6’4” with a monster snake in my pants. I had to go slow .

  I didn’t want to hurt her .

  “Hmmmm… fuck! Becky tell me if I am… unffff… if I am hurting you .”

  She stared up at me, her fingers gripping my shoulders hard. She didn’t look like she was in pain. She looked like she liked whatever I was doing .

  “Whiskey …”

  “ Uh huh ?”

  “ You’re not .”

  That was it. I couldn’t help it. I unleashed on her, driving home again and again. There was no wind up. No real foreplay other than me slobbering all over her sweet little pussy .

  I grunted like an animal as I took her, my shaft plunging in and out, as deep as I could go. I lost all control. I was truly an animal. Nothing would have stopped me .

  Not an earthquake. Not a marching band. Not a man eating lion chewing on my foot .

  Bless her, my wild little Becky was right there with me. Her curvy legs wrapped tightly around me. Her juicy hips rising to meet my thrusts .

  I felt her start to come and lost whatever last shred of control I had. I shouted incoherently as my balls tightened up and my seed shot up through my cock. It felt like an explosion of light rising up and out of me. Going where it belonged. Deep into her. My woman .

  Her pussy squeezed me as she shook helplessly on the bed. She was still coming, not even coming down from the peak yet. I groaned as she milked me for every drop .

  “Damn, Becks .”

  I kissed her forehead softly, grinning like a damn fool. She trembled in my arms as the aftershocks tore through her .

  “I guess some things never change .”

  Chapter Twenty -Six

  Devlin

  “D o you think they are fighting ?”

  “Hopefully they are up to something else .”

  “Do you think so? What if they aren’t talking? I hope she forgives me !”

  I shook my head at my beautiful wife .

  “I hope it’s option B, for all our sakes .”

  She giggled .

  “Well, we had to do something! They belong together !”

  “Yes, they do. And so do we, so come on over here .”

  She was fussing around, cleaning up from dinner. She was such a good cook, though I liked to cook for her about half the time. We took turns with all the chores. We’d never even talked about it, it was just the way we worked together .

  My girl was beyond perfect .

  Some days I thought she was a supreme being, whatever that meant. She made me believe in miracles, that much was certain .

  I scooped her up and sat her on my lap. I brushed her gorgeous brown hair away from her neck and kissed the soft skin below her ear long and slow. I heard her breath catch, just the way it always did when I got her excited .

  I smiled .

  Good .

  I wanted her badly. Hell, I always did. I’d never stopped since the first day I laid eyes on her at Mae’s. After that, I’d been a goner .

  Even now that we were married, I still couldn’t get enough alone time with my wife. Every damn day I had to compete with her classes and friends and her club responsibilites .

  As my old lady, she represented the family side of things. While it wasn’t an official position, she had a lot of ducks to tend to. There were plenty of single moms, single dads, and folks having problems taking care of business. And if anyone got sick, she was there for that too .

  Kaylie helped every one of them, in any way she could .

  Usually that meant food. Organizing babysitting. And sometimes even meddling in people’s affairs, like she had with Becky and Whiskey .

  We had three casserole dishes and they were always in use. I rubbed my hand over her back and she shivered. My lady was quite a chef .

  And now she was a college graduate on top of it all .

  I couldn’t be prouder .

  “Dev ?”

  I unbuttoned her cotton floral blouse, one mother of pearl button at a time. I bit my lip as the creamy swell of her perfect breasts came into view .

  “ Yes , love ?”

 
“What are you doing ?”

  “You are wearing far too many clothes for my liking .”

  She fluttered her eyelashes at me .

  “Too many clothes for the kitchen ?”

  I nodded solemnly .

  “You are always wearing too many clothes. Except in public.” I squeezed her. “In public you would start a riot .”

  “I think I’m a little too shy to get naked in the kitchen, Dev. What if someone walks by or looks in the windows ?”

  “I have the solution to that particular problem …”

  “ You do ?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. I do .”

  I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom .

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Kaylie

  D evlin set me down on the bed and immediately started taking his clothes off. I had to hide my laugh. He was so funny !

  The man always wanted to screw. It didn’t matter what time of day or night, if we were alone for five minutes, he started trying to take my clothes off .

  Of course, I never complained when he took his clothes off… he was the sexiest man alive, after all .

  “Strip, woman !”

  I opened my blouse the rest of the way. I loved the way Dev made me feel when we made love. But I had something else on my mind .

  “I can’t stop worrying about Becky. I hope she’s alright .”

  “We’ll get them tomorrow. Right now you have something much more pressing to worry about .”

  I giggled as he pushed down on his erection through his boxers. He was very, very well endowed. Not that I’d ever even seen another one in real life. I hadn’t needed to, once he claimed me .

  It seemed like Dev was always hard. He said it was just when I was around .

  No wonder I’d gotten pregnant without even trying! All I’d done was go off the pill after graduation. Two months later and my breasts started hurting. I’d peed on a stick and poof, here we were .

  I shimmied out of my denim shorts .

  “Okay, but not too rough .”

  He was immediately concerned, staring at me with a worried look .