Trust The Devil (The Devil's Riders Book 3)

by Joanna Blake

  "She's no child. You can trust me on that."

  Jackson roared and came at me. That's when I saw her. Phee was standing with Daniel, watching the whole damn thing.

  "You should be sitting down!" That was the last thing I said before Jackson tackled me into the mud. I'd turned away just in time to miss seeing him charging at me like a bull. We wrassled on the ground until we both ran out of steam and collapsed side by side.

  I groaned, staring up at the sky as Jackson lay in the dirt beside me.

  That was a lesson learned.

  Never turn your back on a Delancey with a bone to pick.

  Pheonyx

  I stared in shock at Clint, who was sprawled out on the ground. Daniel was smiling and Jackson looked like he wanted to commit murder. But I didn't care.

  Clint wanted to marry me.

  "My final answer is no. You are not marrying our little girl."

  Clint groaned and held his head. He tried to get up but Jackson shoved him back down again.

  "I was just asking to be polite. I love her. And she's mine. Not yours."

  Jackson staggered to his feet, blood leaking out of the side of his lip. He gave me a ferocious look but I wasn't scare of him. Never had been, never would be. He was all bluster anyway.

  "Did this guy touch you, Phee?"

  I laughed, feeling giddy. They all frowned at me like I'd lost my mind. I may have just been thrown off a horse, but all I could think of were wedding bells and white dresses.

  Clint wanted to marry me.

  Daniel stepped closer and peered at me, his blue eyes full of concern.

  "I think we need some x-rays. You mighta hit your head harder than we thought."

  "I'm fine! I'm happy you big lug!"

  Clint was shaking his head. He stood up this time, slapping Jackson away when he tried to stop him.

  "Daniel's right. We can't trust the medic. We need an MRI. Specialists. Lots of tests. We should get an ambulance over here right now. Or is it faster to drive?"

  He scooped me into his arms like I was a ragdoll.

  "Put me down, Clint."

  I wiggled in his arms. He squeezed me, not letting go.

  "No can do, babygirl."

  Daniel was already talking to the event coordinators and the doctor, trying to figure out where the closest medical facility was.

  Clint started walking towards the car but Jackson stood in his path.

  "Hand her over. McRae."

  "Hell no!"

  "We're family. You're just some dirty old man."

  I rolled my eyes. This was getting to be ridiculous. They were practically the same age! Jackson was twenty-seven and Clint was thirty-two.

  "If you don't get out of the way, I'm going to have to kick your ass."

  Jackson sneered.

  "I'd like to see you try!"

  Clint stood there, not backing down. And not handing me over either. He squeezed me reassuringly and smiled.

  "You can go to hell, Jackson Delancey. I'm keeping her."

  Epilogue

  Pheonyx

  I lay on the sofa, smiling as Clint walked in the room. He held a tray of food and herbal tea for me. I tried not to laugh as he placed it on the coffee table in front of me.

  "What is so funny young lady?"

  He frowned at me and I shook my head, giggling.

  I wasn't laughing because he brought me food.

  I was laughing because of what he was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn't wearing.

  He'd found one of my frilly aprons and put in on. And nothing else. He turned around, and his bare ass prominently displayed. He had a fantastic ass.

  I wanted to pinch it. Or bite it.

  Or smack it.

  He liked to smack mine often enough!

  But he was too fast, walking back to the kitchen on those long, thick legs. If I tilted my head to the side, I could almost catch a glimpse of his package.

  I lay back, sighing. Clint was not going to make love to me today, I could tell. He'd promised me all kinds of things each day to get me to stay in bed. But he wouldn't give me what I wanted.

  Him.

  He'd taken care of my womanly needs a couple times a day. Made me come with his fingers and lips. But he wouldn't let me touch him.

  That's why this display of his manly assets was so frustrating. He had such nice legs. Arms too. Shoulders. But that butt… it was a work of art.

  Round and high and strong and juicy.

  He came back in and sat down with his own cup of coffee. He wouldn't let me have any caffeine or any sex. The doctor had said to lay off caffeine but the sex was just him being mean.

  He sat in an easy chair, way out of reach.

  "You're still wearing your apron I see."

  He fluffed his hair, preening.

  "Of course I am, silly. How else am I supposed to stay neat and tidy?"

  I giggled at his girly impersonation. But it wasn't long until I started to pout.

  "You're an awful tease, Clint McRae. You know that?"

  He smiled.

  "Eat your oatmeal and maybe you'll get a reward."

  Hmmm… that sounded nice. A reward might mean fooling around a little. At this point I would take what I could get. I ate my food and took the vitamin he had insisted I take. I shook my head, amazed at what a mother hen he'd become.

  My man.

  Or my… boyfriend. I still wasn't sure what to call him. Oh, we were getting married, I had no doubt about that. But my cousins had told him he had to wait a whole year. And at least six months to propose.

  They said I was too young to know my own mind.

  Clint had agreed to their bargain, despite my protests. I wanted the white picket fence and I wanted it now.

  But he had insisted that they were right. He'd promised me oodles of pre-engagement sex. He'd said he still had lots to teach me.

  I'd agreed.

  So we were 'promised' but not engaged. But he loved me and that's what mattered. He told me at least ten times a day.

  I set down my tea and smiled at him.

  "I'm ready for my reward now."

  His eyes flashed and he stood up. I lay back and waited as he started peeling off my pajama bottoms. He trailed his fingers over my thighs and I shivered.

  It felt very naughty to be lying here in with just my bottom half exposed. As he leaned down to kiss me through my panties, I decided I liked being naughty with Clint.

  I liked it a lot.

  I sighed as he busied himself between my legs, toying with me through the thin cotton fabric. These were my least sexy undies, but somehow I got the feeling he liked them best. He growled, nipping me as his hands slid up, unbuttoning my pajama top so he could get at my breasts.

  "Oh…"

  I was squirming around. Clint told me to hold still. I squirmed some more. His breath fanned my pussy and I moaned, trying to press his head against me. He just laughed.

  "Be a good girl now and I'll take care of you. I won't be rushed, wildcat."

  I was begging ten minutes later but he was still teasing me. Finally, he gripped the edge of my panties and tugged them down.

  He licked me up and down, nice and slow. I wanted him to go faster. I wanted him to touch me harder. I wanted him to give me his cock and ride me home.

  But he didn't.

  "Clint! Dammit, I've rested enough!"

  He chuckled and I cursed in frustration. His laughter tickled me, making me even more desperate for release.

  I was close to coming. But I'd been close for twenty minutes! I was on the verge of tears.

  "Please Clint… I want you."

  He murmured against my pussy, licking it a little faster.

  "I love you. Please… I want you inside me."

  He cursed then. I was getting to him. I knew it.

  "Just for a little while. I want to feel your bare skin on mine. Don't you want me?"

  He looked like he was in pain when he looked up at me.

  "Dammit it
Phee, I don't want to hurt you."

  "You won't."

  "The condoms are in the other room."

  "Don't use one."

  "What?"

  I smiled at him seductively. His eyes were wide. I had his attention now.

  "You can pull out. I looked it up online."

  He groaned and lowered his head.

  "Phee… if I knock you up before the wedding, I'm a dead man."

  "You won't. Anyway, if you do, we can always elope."

  He broke in that moment. I saw it. He was on top of me in two shakes, lifting the apron to reveal his raging hard on. I licked my lips at the sight of it. His balls looked swollen and the tip was shiny and wet.

  "Hmmm… yes. That's what I want."

  He groaned helplessly and held the tip against my slick lips.

  "You sure, Phee? This is real foolish."

  I wrapped my legs around him and tugged him towards me slightly. He made a sound so sexy it made my toes curl. I didn't think he'd had a release since the accident, even though he'd taken care of me.

  "I'm sure."

  That was it. Clint slid inside of me, grunting like a wild beast. He cursed as he filled me the whole way up. The sensations were… unbelievable. The bare skin of his cock felt so good inside me, I thought I was going to faint.

  He was breathing heavily as he pulled out again.

  "Goddamn! Babygirl, you feel so good..."

  He grunted as he pushed back inside me. He pulled out almost the whole way, cursing a blue streak while he did. Then he plunged back in.

  "You're my woman, you hear me?"

  "Yes Clint."

  "Oh Christ- unnfff!"

  He started to work his cock in and out of me at a steady pace. I tried to squeeze him with each thrust. He was moaning incoherently when I came the first time.

  He was even more incoherent when I came the second time.

  The third time, we came together.

  Clint shouted as he pulled out, spraying my belly with his seed. I could have cried. There was something different this time. I realized wanted all of that come inside me.

  He cleaned me off, both of us still shuddering. He told me to 'be still' as he pulled my pajamas back on and pulled me onto his lap.

  "That was nice."

  "Nice? Woman, you damn near killed me."

  I smiled, snuggling deeper into his lap. I felt his cock stir beneath me and pinched his nipple. He hissed and pulled my hair back so he could kiss me.

  It was a while later when he lifted his head, his blue eyes shining.

  "I love you Pheonyx Delancey."

  "And I love you Clint McRae."

  He grinned.

  "I'm going to marry you."

  "I know."

  Acknowledgments

  Credits:

  LJ Anderson, Mayhem Cover Design

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  About the Author

  Thank you for reading Ride With The Devil! If you enjoyed this book please let me know on by reviewing and on and Goodreads! You can find me on Facebook, Twitter, or you can email me at: JoannaBlakeRomance@gmail.com

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  Other works by Joanna Blake:

  BRO'

  A Bad Boy For Summer

  PLAYER

  PUSH

  GRIND (Man Candy Trilogy Book One)

  HEAT (Man Candy Trilogy Book Two)

  DEEP (Man Candy Trilogy Book Three with extended epilogues)

  Go Long

  Go Big

  Cockpit

  Hot Shot

  Stud Farm (The Complete Delancey Brothers Collection)

  Torpedo

  Cuffed

  Hunter (Joanna Blake Singles)

  Slade (Joanna Blake Singles)

  Wanted By The Devil (Devil’s Riders)

  Ride With The Devil

  COMING SOON:

  The Continuation of Mason and Cain’s stories

  Turn the page for excerpts from Joanna Blake's Cuffed, Cockpit, Go Long, GRIND, BRO' and A Bad Boy For Summer.

  Cuffed

  I went inside and took a look around. The bar was nearly empty. They must have been closing up when the bike went up in flames. Everyone had taken off after that.

  Everyone but the staff.

  I saw Mason with his hand resting possessively on a girl’s shoulder. She sat at the bar, her arms wrapped around her protectively. I could only see her profile but even that was enough to stop me in my tracks.

  All thoughts of murder flew from my head.

  The girl was beautiful.

  Not just a little bit pretty, or cute, or even sexy. She was fucking gorgeous. With long, wavy, light brown hair, and a delicate profile with a nose that was just the slightest bit turned upwards. Her figure looked slim and athletic, but with curves in all the right places.

  She turned to look at me and my breath stopped. My heart seemed to pause, waiting for my mind to catch up with my eyeballs, which felt like they were bugging out of my damn head.

  She was a Goddamned angel.

  Even in this smokey juke joint, with the dim lights and neon beer signs, I could see her eyes.

  They were the brightest, deepest blue I’d seen in my life. And I was a fan of staring at the sky, or I had been when I had less shit to worry about.

  This was the blue of ten thousands skies.

  She blinked and I came back to myself. The girl might have the face of an angel but right now she was part of a crime scene. If she worked here, she most likely knew the killer, or at least served him a bucket of wings.

  Which meant under my rules, she was part of the problem. The fact that I had such a strong reaction to her only pissed me off. Why the hell work here with all the criminals when she could be plastered all over billboards and magazine covers?

  Because she was one of them. The enemy. The ones who had killed Danny.

  Remember that, Conn.

  I forced myself to ignore the hot pulse of lust that was throbbing in my belly and crossed the bar. I flashed my badge and pulled out a tiny note pad. Yeah, I was old school in that way too.

  “Name.”

  “They already interviewed me.”

  “Not you.”

  They exchanged a glance and Mason stepped in front of her.

  “She ain’t got nothin’ to do with this, DeWitt.”

  I let myself steal another look at her. Her huge eyes were looking down at the ground. Her juicy bottom lip was caught between Chiclet white teeth. I squinted at Mason and asked again.

  “Name.”

  “It’s okay, Mase.”

  She cleared her throat and Mason sighed heavily, stepping aside. I was once again struck by the girl’s absolute physical perfection. And the nervous look in her eyes.

  Good.

  She should be fucking nervous. I wasn’t going to go easy on her because she was stunningly beautiful. Or young. Or scared.

  I realized belatedly that the girl looked more than scared. She was frightened out of her mind. That made me want to tell her that everything would be okay. That I would take care of everything for her.

  I frowned, disquieted by the swirl of protective and animalistic urges that she was causing. Unwanted urges, dammit.

  “Casey. Casey Jones.”

  Her voice was soft and sweet, stirring something even warmer inside me. But something felt off. It felt like a lie. Maybe it wasn’t her real name. I leaned against the bar, musing over how young she looked.

  Too young for me.

  The thought caught me off guard. Now where the hell had that come from? Completely out of left field. Not only was it true, but I certainly didn’t date criminal trash.

  I glanced at Mason who was frowning at me, a worried look on his face. He cared about the girl, that much was obvious. I had a moment of pure animal jealousy, wondering if he was screwing her.

  Why I cared, I had no fucking idea.

  But I did. I cared a lot. />
  I gave Mason a hard look.

  “Is she your wife?”

  “No.”

  “Girlfriend?”

  He shook his head and some of the tension left my body. I felt a strange relief that made no sense at all. I should not give a damn one way or the other.

  But I was almost friendly as I nodded to Mason.

  “Then you have to step away, Mason. Sorry.”

  “I’m responsible for her, dammit!”

  Well, that was unexpected. Maybe she was his kid. I looked at her again. Hmm, no. He wasn’t that much older.

  Unless he had a kid at fourteen.

  “Is she your child? Relation?”

  He shook his head. I glanced at the girl, my eyes skimming over her graceful curves. She really was perfect. She looked like one of those girls in those sexy bra commercials.

  Lush and young and desirable.

  And way too clean and innocent to be in a place like this. But she wasn’t innocent. At the very least, she was a prime witness.

  “Is she underage?”

  “I’m old enough to work here. I don’t serve drinks.”

  I felt something hitch in my stomach at that. Damn, she was young. Not even twenty-one.

  I definitely shouldn’t be having the sort of thoughts I was having. Thoughts about touching her. Kissing her. Taking her to my bed and tangling up the sheets.

  No. I should not be thinking any of that, dammit. And not just because she was involved in a crime.

  Not just because she was so young either.

  She was one of them. The people who had killed my partner.

  I’d just met the girl. Never before in my life had I taken one look at a female and thought- I would like to hold her all night.

  Not just all night either. I had a crazy feeling I’d like to hold her a lot longer than that.

  Well, fuck.

  Cockpit

  I licked the sauce off my fingers, watching Jenny work. Feldon had been right. This place did have the best barbeque south of the Mississippi.

  But the amazing ribs were not half as good as the view.

  Sweet Jesus, Jenny was finer than what I'd conjured up in my imagination. Her legs were just as long as I remembered but the rest of her was... different. She'd filled out even more, keeping that hourglass shape that drove me nuts last time we'd met. And then some.