The Sizzle Saga

by Sarah O'Rourke

  “Okay, enough of this,” Devil muttered, using his superior strength to shove the door back and cross the threshold into the house. “Oh, dear God,” he groaned as he spotted Molly, flat on her back with her legs waving wildly in the air as she laid on the sofa, singing at the top of her lungs.

  “Devil the duck! Dooodeeedoooo! Devil the duck! Dooodeeedoooo! Devil the Duck!” she sang, kicking her tiny feet from side to side in time with the god-awful beat.

  Looking at each other, Devil and Sami simultaneously accused, “This is all your fault!”

  Sizzle: Chapter Fourteen

  Moving quickly across the room, Devil squatted beside where Molly’s head rested on the couch and raked his eyes over her. Bleary-eyed and flushed, she smiled at him. “You wanna tell me how much you’ve had, honey?” Devil asked softly, reaching for the bottle Molly had tucked in the crook of her arm.

  “Devil!” Molly blurted as she recognized that hypnotic voice talking to her. Her eyes widened as she tried to focus on the man suddenly kneeling beside her. “You weren’t supposed to invite Satan into my house!” she yelled, rolling onto her side to glare at Sami.

  “Well, I’m sorry,” her friend retorted sharply, “I left my holy water in my other purse and I’m just plumb out of crucifixes. I was relying on my faith in the Almighty to get us through the night, but evidently He’s busy right now.”

  “Jus’ go home, Debil,” Molly ordered, slurring her words and swaying precariously as she attempted to sit up on the sofa. “When da hell did I get on a tilt-a-whirl?” she asked, grabbing the side of the couch. “Gemmee offfff!” she shouted to no one in particular before bursting into a fit of giggles.

  “Oh, bless her darlin’ heart,” Vivian murmured to Sami, shaking her head as she watched Devil take Molly firmly by the shoulders and ease her down on her back. “I haven’t seen her like this since the night He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named broke her heart. Remember?”

  “Who could forget?” Sami replied dryly. “It took four of us to coax her off that bar. You, me, Grant, and Satan’s spawn over there,” she added, lifting her chin toward Devil. “At least she hasn’t tried taking her clothes off yet.”

  “You wan’ me to strip?” Molly asked drunkenly, cocking her head to the side as she stared up at Devil. “Cuz, I will,” she said happily, reaching for the buttons on her shirt.

  “No!” Vivian, Sami and Devil yelled together as Devil lunged to stop her uncoordinated fingers from acting on her impulse.

  “Clothes stay on your body, babe,” Devil admonished her gently. Casting Sami a hard look over his shoulder, he growled, “Reminiscing about the past isn’t exactly helping the present situation here, Samantha. Help me get this rum away from her,” he ordered as he and Molly continued their tug of war over the bottle, the dark liquor sloshing against the glass.

  “Hell, no!” Sami denied, shaking her head wildly and taking a step backward. “I tried to take a bottle away from her that night, too! As I recall, she bit me!”

  As soon as the words left Samantha’s mouth, Molly’s sharp little incisors sank into the fleshy part of his hand. “Damn it, Sami, I may kill you if you don’t shut up,” Devil threatened on a pained hiss, quickly withdrawing his stinging hand and shaking it furiously. He directed a look toward Samantha that made grown men flinch and quake in their shoes.

  The blonde, however, never batted an eyelash. She merely raised a challenging eyebrow.

  Stepping between the two combatants before their exchange could devolve into a free-for-all, Vivian held up her hands. “Okay, enough! Everybody in this room cares about Molly.” Seeing Sami open her mouth to object, Viv shook her head. “Sami, you know it’s true. Devil wouldn’t ever hurt Mols intentionally.” Turning to look at Devil, she narrowed her eyes at the handsome man and smiled. “He knows we’d have him killed if he did, right?”

  Sighing heavily, Devil nodded and slowly rose to his feet to face Molly’s guardian angels.

  “Okay, good. That’s wonderful,” Viv replied calmly, ever the negotiator that she was lauded by her colleagues to be. “I’ve put a pot of coffee on to brew in the kitchen. It should be done in about five minutes. We all know that if we can get a couple of cups of it down Molly’s throat, she’ll sober up pretty quickly. I suggest that we leave Molly in Devil’s custody and give them some time to work things out, Sami.”

  Devil could have kissed Vivian. “Thank you,” he said softly, meeting the brunette’s kind eyes.

  “Are you insane, Vivian?” Sami snapped, turning to glare at her so-called best friend. “He’s the one person that Molly should not be talking to tonight!”

  “Samantha, he’s not going to leave,” Viv pointed out quietly, holding her ground with the skill of a practiced litigator. “One way or another, he’s gonna say his peace to Molly. I think that whatever he has to say to her is private, and if Molly were sober right now, she’d tell us to go so she could hear him out. We’re in the way here,” she said truthfully. “You know if I thought for a second that he’d either hurt her or take advantage of the situation, I’d throw him out of here myself.”

  “Crap,” Sami muttered, her hard shell cracking slightly.

  “Crap, crap, crap, crappity crap, crap crap,” Molly echoed from the sofa, tapping her little foot against the arm of the couch to some invisible beat only she seemed to hear.

  “She’ll be safe with him,” Vivian reiterated to Sami gently. “Not all men are complete slime.”

  “Yeah,” Sami conceded, wrinkling her nose as she studied the situation. “I know that. I’m just not sure where Devil fits on the shitty spectrum, Viv.”

  “Let’s give him a chance and find out. Worst case scenario is that you get to unleash hell on Earth upon his soul, and I get famous for defending you during his murder trial. I’ll get you off, too. We’ll say you had hormonal deficiencies and weren’t in control of your own body. No jury in the land would dare disagree with me. Men would be afraid of their wives, and women would give you the keys to the city. ”

  Devil’s jaw dropped while Sami laughed. Maybe Vivian wasn’t as soft as he’d originally thought. She might well be the more dangerous of the two women.

  “Alright, Devil,” Sami relented as she picked up her clutch from the coffee table, “We’ll go. Just remember one thing,” she said softly, taking a step forward to rest a light hand against his chest. “In the last half hour, I’ve thought of fifty ways to separate your penis from your person, and none of them are pleasurable, sugar pie. You keep that in mind when our Molly sobers up, ‘kay?”

  “Ohhhhh, penises!” Molly babbled drunkenly, lifting her head as her eyes widened with excitement. “I like penises! Big ones, hard ones, thick ones…”

  “Oh, dear,” Vivian whispered as Devil winced, then patted his arm consolingly. “Good luck, Devil. I think you’re going to need it,” she offered before following Samantha to the front door. “But if it helps at all, I think she should say yes to the dress.”

  “And I’m equally certain she should say no to the ‘ho,” Sami uttered caustically before she stomped out of the house.

  Closing his eyes as the door closed behind the last woman, Devil sank down on the couch next to Molly, falling back against the couch cushions and closing his eyes for just a moment of well-deserved peace and silence. He’d successfully gotten rid of the two furies and had Molly completely to himself. Life was good.

  Until it wasn’t.

  Because mere seconds later, he could only gasp as Molly’s hot little hand suddenly found his crotch and began investigating his family jewels.

  “Lemmee see your cute, li’l penis, Debil!”

  That’s when he knew for sure.

  God really did despise the Devil in all the worst possible ways.

  Sizzle: Chapter Fifteen

  Devil’s mind turned to mush the second he felt Molly’s intrepid little hand slide into his slacks and encase his lengthening dick in her satiny hand. He knew this was the part where he should be protesting, but for
the life of him, he couldn’t even find enough oxygen to breathe, let alone speak.

  After several heartbeats, he managed to remember how to form words again and immediately defended his manhood. “Molly, sweetheart, for the record, no man ever wants to hear the words ‘cute’ or ‘little’ associated with his penis. Big and hard. Breathtaking or Awe-inspiring… those are the adjectives a man likes to hear.” He silently cursed the fact that he sounded breathless and unsteady to his own ears. He didn’t want to imagine what he’d sound like to hers. Thankfully, she was drunk and probably wouldn’t remember anything he said anyway.

  “Hmmmm, no worries then,” Molly hummed, sliding her palm up and down his rigid arousal. Liquor always made her talkative, and today was no different. “You’ve definitely proved me wrong there. You don’t seem to be so little anymore. So, this meat stick is how you keep all your ladies happy, happy, happy. I wondered. After that kiss you gave me at the hospital, I knew it couldn’t be your oral skills. You can’t kiss for beans, but having a tree trunk hiding in your pants will win you a lot of points of favor with the girls. I’m surprised any of them can walk after you’re through with them,” she mused, propping her chin against his shoulder blade as she continued running her hand over his hot arousal, her pink lips grinning at him as she squeezed his thick staff.

  “Sweet Christ, Molly,” Devil groaned when her hand tightened around him and slid down over his length again. It was a sweetly sensual torture, and he could feel himself swelling in her palm. Locking down his baser emotions, he forced himself to remain still instead of thrusting into his grip the way the inner caveman inside him wanted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, minx?” he growled against her temple, finally finding the resolve to grab her slim wrist in his hand and still her movements.

  “If you don’t know, I’m not doin’ it right,” Molly replied with a giggle, somehow managing to keep her focus in spite of the shifting room around her. “I’ll just have to try harder,” she surmised, re-doubling her efforts as she rubbed her thumb against the weeping slit at the head of his manhood, spreading the small bead of moisture that had collected there over his hot tip.

  “Ah, hell,” Devil muttered, squeezing his eyes closed as a wave of pleasure crested over him, threatening to drown him. As good as her palm felt wrapped around him, though, his conscience wouldn’t allow her erotic play to continue. “Sweetheart, we can’t do this right now,” he murmured, pulling her hand away from his groin.

  “Whatdaya mean, we can’t do this? Trust me, I can do this. I’ve got skills,” Molly reassured him with a wicked grin as she reached for him again.

  Capturing her wrist, Devil shook his head as he turned away from her, trying to stuff his painful erection back inside his slacks. “No, sweetheart. Not tonight.”

  “So, lemmee get this straight,” Molly huffed irritably, tugging at her sweater. “I’m good enough to marry, but not good enough to screw?” Cocking her head as she looked up at his averted face, she squinted her eyes and tried to decide which of his four eyes she was gonna punch first. Couldn’t he see she was a horny woman with huge needs? “I know I’m plastered, but even I’m not so sloshed that I can’t spot that faulty logic. Hell, I couldn’t even get a decent kiss from you! Letting me cop a few feels is the very least you could do for me!”

  Devil’s eyes bulged as he turned his body to fully face Molly once again, his hard cock once again tucked safely away in his pants.. Somehow, in the short time he’d been facing away from her, his talented woman had managed to lose not only her sweater, but her bra as well. Clad only in her knee-length business skirt, she’d stood and faced him with her hands propped on her hips, her sparkling eyes shimmering in the low light of the room as she presented her breasts proudly, her nipples pebbling in the cool air. “Dear God, Sweetheart. Are you trying to kill me? You can’t do this to a man,” he muttered, quickly shrugging off his suit jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. Holding it together over her full breasts with one hand, he silently cursed the fact that he had to cover up such raw beauty. Pulling her toward him, he shook his head. “We need to get some coffee in you, STAT.”

  “I don’t want any yucky coffee,” Molly denied with a whine, pitching forward to snag her rum from the couch. “I’d rather drink this! It’s nummy yum yum!”

  The tussle that ensued over the mostly-empty bottle in her hand landed Molly flat on her back in Devil’s gaping suit coat with him pressed against her. Breathing hard, she struggled beneath him as she tried to keep her hold on the slick glass. “It’s mine!” she screeched, bucking underneath him and gasping when his still-swollen arousal hit just the right spot.

  Stealing the bottle of Captain Morgan’s rum from her unsuspecting hand when she moaned beneath him, Devil ground his teeth together as his eyes dropped to her breasts, her hard nipples standing at attention between them. Sweet Christ, she was spectacular. God had definitely smiled the day he’d put together this woman’s incredible body. Perfectly proportioned and flushed in the most becoming shade of pink he’d ever seen, her breasts called to him, begging for his attention. He couldn’t help stroking the back of his fingers against the milky flesh of one firm globe.

  Forcing his eyes back to her face, he took one look at her her heavy lidded azure eyes and moist parted lips and knew he was about to break every promise he’d made to himself before barging into her house tonight. Because he needed a taste. Just a single sip from those pouty pink lips of hers. He couldn’t help himself. Because, God, she was gorgeous. “You know how you said that I couldn’t kiss for beans?” he whispered, setting the bottle on the floor with one hand before lifting that hand to cup her jaw.

  “Uh huh,” Molly nodded against his palm, leaning into his touch as her eyes met his heated stare. That darkened look he gave her pinned her in place as adeptly as his scorching body did.

  “I’m going to prove you wrong, Molly,” he promised her tenderly, dipping his head to cover her sweet lips with his. As long as he lived, he’d never forget the flavor of her kiss, the sharp bite of spiced rum coating her tongue as she shyly tangled it with his, rubbing and stroking together in a sensuous dance. One minute bled into another as they each grew hungrier, nipping and sucking at each other’s mouths as their hands moved frantically over one another. Releasing her lips, Devil trailed wet kisses across her jaw to nip her ear lobe. “Still have complaints about my oral skills, Molly, or have I made up for my fumbling attempt at affection this afternoon?” he asked between gentle love bites to her flesh.

  “Y-yes,” Molly breathed, her eyes fluttering as he continued stroking her body with his wandering lips.

  Devil heard Molly’s low gasp of pleasure when he found a sensitive spot on the slope of her neck. “You like that?” He murmured against her skin as her fingers curled in his hair and she moaned deeply. He knew he needed to pull away… to back off and let her have time to absorb the feelings flaring between them, but the selfish part of him – the part that had been way too long without a woman – goaded him into continuing to worship her body in spite of the better angels riding herd on his conscience.

  Fuck it! It felt good. It felt right. With her hands moving restlessly through his thick dark hair as her body strained underneath his, he could taste her desire He could feel her need, and the primal beast inside him strained against its restraints, wanting more of her. The beast within him wanted to consume her whole.

  For him, those sweet caresses of hers were as intoxicating as any of the liquor she’d consumed and twice as dangerous to both of them and as she writhed in his arms, his self-control was tested in a way it never had been before her.

  Feeling her arch sweetly beneath him, he felt the leash begin to slip on his very tenuous willpower, her body tempting him to throw caution to the wind and make her his in every way there was. It was only her trust in him that held him back.

  Because when Molly finally awarded him the gift of her body, it was a present he never intended to relinquish.

 
Sizzle: Chapter Sixteen

  Molly absently wondered if this was what it felt like to be burned alive. Every inch of skin that Devil’s mouth touched felt like it had been branded by him...owned by him. His tongue was a heat-seeking missile and her body was its target.

  “Devil, yes,” Molly breathed as she rolled her hips and lifted her back from the sofa, thrusting her breasts toward his lips. “Please,” she begged brokenly, tightening her fingers in his black hair and pulling..

  “Please, what, sweetheart?” he mumbled against her collarbone.

  Dropping one hand to her heavy breast, she lifted the weight into her palm and offered herself to him. She saw the hesitation in his clear blue eyes, and she stiffened. “Don’t you dare choose to get noble now,” she threatened him in a voice gone smoky with desire.

  “Molly,” Devil groaned, tightening one large hand around her hip to still her wanton movements. “It’s not a good idea, sweet. You’ll hate me in the morning.”

  “I’ll hate you right now if you leave me this way,” she replied as his lips hovered just above her dusky nipple. Just this once she wanted to be bad. She wanted to take something for herself and feel good while she was doing it. She wanted all the pleasure she knew those beautifully formed lips could offer. And she wanted it now. “Suck on them. Make me feel good, Devil. Make the ache go away,” she implored, still holding her breast. “Please!”

  Her seductive plea melted whatever resistance he had left.

  His head lowered and his tongue licked the tight skin around her nipple before his lips surrounded the peak and suckled gently. He shifted slowly from one breast to the other, sucking and nibbling, his tongue like velvet as it rasped against the aching flesh.

  “Mmmm, yes,” she moaned when his teeth scraped the tip of her nipple, adding just the slightest hint of pain to the almost unbearable pleasure. Tugging his hair, she softly ordered, “Do that again.”