Redeemers (The Devil's Roses Book 8)

by Tara Brown

  “You’re an idiot.” I mutter as I shiver from the cool breeze in the air. “But I would like to see you sew something.”

  “Like you can sew.”

  I cock my head, giving attitude. “I can totally sew.” It’s a lie and he knows it instantly.

  His fingers knead my thighs, eager to spread them. I shake my head. “We are on guard duty.”

  He scoffs, turning his face toward the farmhouse in the mist. “That nonsense there is hardly worth guarding. And they haven’t moved in a week.”

  “That you know of.”

  “I can tell. Now lie back and let me show you how much I love you.”

  A bitter laugh trickles from me. “Not after that line. You lie back and give yourself a hand.”

  He winks us instantly to a castle on a hilltop.

  We wink suddenly to a garden with butterflies like I have never seen.

  Then I get a flash of the Great Wall of China.

  And finally, he takes me to an emerald lake that looks refreshing. It makes me want to swim. He winks us back to the hillside where we had been before. “Okay, I showed you some of my favorite places in the world. Now, take your pants off or they get ripped too.”

  I roll my eyes. “A date involves dinner or a show.”

  “You’re nearly naked, everyone else got the show.” He sighs, pouting in a way that makes me smile. He’s sexy, funny, and annoying simultaneously. He winks away, and I look back down at the estate with the men moving around constantly. He’s back in a moment with Ben and Oliver. “They agreed to take our shift.”

  I scowl, covering my chest, but am winked to the hillside where the emerald lake is. He tosses a bag of chips at me. “Been hiding these for a while.” He waggles his eyebrows at me. I can’t fight laughing, even if I wish I could. I toss the chips back at him. “You suck.”

  He shrugs. “I’d be into it. I mean we have the evening off now. We could take our time.”

  “Can we find a bed to do it on? This feels exposed. That deer is watching us.” I look around.

  He groans and winks and we are in our bed at Shane’s. He places the chips under the bed quick before lying next to me on his side and batting his long, thick lashes at me. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

  I snort, shoving him. “You are so weird.”

  “I was raised in Heaven, which I think can make a fella a bit off. God is a strict father—”

  I lean in, kissing him and cutting off whatever other drivel he is about to yammer at me. The kiss is soft for a moment. It’s like a time-out. This is the one part of the world we can control.

  His arms encompass me, dragging me closer. The speed at which his lips massage mine picks up as his hands roam my back, cupping my ass. He rolls us so I’m on top. I sit back, dragging the remains of my second-to-last shirt off. He lifts his hands, running them down my throat, clasping around it, not roughly but a bit erotically. The rough of his hands runs down my chest, grazing the swell of my breasts. “I really like these. I’ve seen a lot of breasts in my day and yours are fantastic.”

  “Maybe less about the millions of boobs you’ve seen.” I scowl and mock his accent.

  He rolls his eyes. “That was bloody awful. Can’t you practice more? How do you think I got so good at it? That really was terrible.”

  “So is hearing about your boob infatuation. Pervert. Move on. No one wants to hear about their boyfriend’s exes. Gross.”

  “Pervert?” His right eyebrow lifts. I see the challenge has been met. I’m rolled over until I’m on my stomach. He drags my pants off, tossing them to the side. He bends forward, brushing his lips against my back. “When I was first here on Earth, I was indeed infatuated.” He nibbles my back a little, pressing his obvious erection bump in his jeans against my ass. “I couldn't get over the fact they were made for me. It was like an adult playland. I saw chubby breasts, small breasts, too large of breasts, and too small. I was like the pig at the picnic.” He kisses, dragging his tongue down my back, slipping my underwear from me.

  He whispers against my butt cheek, “And then I discovered a woman’s ass.”

  My entire body tenses. It’s not a conversation we have ever had. I almost struggle but I’m not sure it would help. He slides a finger down my butt cheek, dipping it into my crease. I tighten but the finger slides past my ass. He enters my pussy from behind with the finger, lifting me by my stomach to my knees. He drags the finger out, pushing it back in with force. I gasp, almost shocked at the way the sex is so different from everything we’ve done.

  His lips press into my back, whispering against my skin, “I learned that women can orgasm from stimulation of the nipple, clitoris, vaginal cavity, and their anus.” He drags the finger from my sopping pussy to my anus, bringing my natural lube with it. His finger puts pressure on my puckered hole. I shake my head but he kisses my back, distracting me. He moves to the side of me, reaching for my clit, rubbing it slowly. I start to relax but he puts more pressure on my anus.

  “I found that women who could experience all of these orgasms were more fun to fuck.”

  I hate the words he’s saying but at the same time, they’re turning me on in a depraved way. I want to fight him on every second we are experiencing but the wave of pleasure building inside of me is about to crash. He circles my clit faster, hitting exactly the right spot. I release with a moan and the shock of his other hand pushing his finger into my anus. The hole relaxes a little, letting him get it in without pain. He moves it slowly, stretching me. The feeling of his hands working me at the same time is too much.

  He slips back behind me, releasing my throbbing clit. His finger remains inside of my ass as he drags his cockhead in my freshly orgasmic pussy, pressing it inside of me and penetrating both my holes.

  “My favorite was always the sort of girls who didn't care how you fucked them, so long as you did.” He thrusts hard. I mewl. He moves his finger and cock at the same time, in and out until I am near screaming. His voice is lost in the sea of things I don't want to hear or know.

  My whole body is at war, conflicted over the finger in a spot no one should ever be and the cock rubbing me in all the right ways. He rocks us both until something alarming happens. My ass starts to seize. A sound like a sheep bleating fills the room as I convulse and enjoy something completely wrong. I can’t hold myself up and end the session with my face shouting cuss words into the mattress as he pumps until he fills me full of his orgasm.

  Instantly, I understand the need for a cigarette. It might prove therapeutic in a moment such as this one. The one where you realize you are a far dirtier girl than you ever imagined you might be. Far dirtier.

  He pulls from me slowly, giving me a moment to understand the gravity of what I have enjoyed—not enjoyed but loved. I loved that. I can feel every nerve in my body is saying yes. YES!!!!!!

  I glance back, shaking my head. “Lady Macbeth will never have anything on this.”

  He grins, cocky and fully aware of what he has done to me. “Don't pout because I made you like it.” He winks and we blur, and I swear there was a stop in our journey. We land in a pool of water, so clear I can see all the way to bottom. A scream rips from my mouth as the cold water hits everywhere. “WHAT THE FUCK, DORIAN!”

  He dunks under the water, smirking his shitty, cocky, evil grin. “My darling, we needed a shower and there is no plumbing anywhere.” He tosses soap at me. I catch it with a scowl.

  He starts swimming around the pool toward the small waterfall at the far side of it.

  I swim to the shore and wash everything, EVERYTHING! And contemplate who I can possibly ever talk to about this moment. No one. No one can ever know. It will have to fester and rot inside of me.

  He swims to where I am, walking up to the shore completely naked and drops to his knees on the shore. “But you are the one girl I have waited thousands of years for. The one girl I never imagined in all my life I would find. And the one girl I would die for again tomorrow if I had to.” He shoots me one
of his cheesy winks, completely ruining the moment he has finally made special. “And you have great tits.”

  He turns and dives back into the pool of water. I can’t even stop myself from laughing, even though he stuck his finger in my bum and said the word tits. I hate that word. I believe it describes a man no one likes and not a body part. He is a tit, acceptable. I have tits, no.

  I leave the soap on the shore and climb back into the cold water, finding it less shocking this time, and rinse. It takes several washes before I feel clean again. Lady Macbeth should have considered a fresh pool of water with its own waterfall instead of a basin of water. She might have felt a little better.

  I swim out to where he is and wrap my legs around his waist. “You’re a pervert.”

  He nods. “I know, it’s a real problem for me.” He flashes a grin. “It’s just lucky I have a girl like you to help me work through it.”

  He kisses me and for ten seconds the world is perfect—his being a pervert and all.

  The end.

  Don't worry. Part two is on its way.

  Next up: The Betrayers