The Devil's Silver (The Road Devils MC Book 2)

by Marysol James

  “What stuff?”

  “Hurt. Regret.” He sighed. “Self-loathing. Shame.”

  “Do you still feel those things?”

  “Sometimes. Less and less as more time passes, but yeah. They’re still there and I think they always will be. They’ve kept me from really letting anyone in since going to prison. Trust is – it’s hard for me, baby. I struggle with letting people close.”

  “And why do you get up in the middle of the night?” she asked gently. “Do you have nightmares?”

  “Yes. Sometimes.” He hesitated, not sure how to tell her this part without hurting her. “Much more often lately.”

  “Why lately?”

  “Because…” He cleared his throat, wishing that he had some whiskey for this part of the conversation. “Because when I realized that you were working with me, it all came flooding back. Joanne’s accusations and where they landed me, and what happened while I was in jail.”

  “Oh my God,” she said, horrified beyond belief as the penny finally and fully dropped. “Because of me?”

  “Not because of you,” he hastened to correct her. “Because you reminded me of someone else. You were a catalyst, not a cause.”

  “Silver. I’m so sorry.” She stood up, walked over to the window. “No wonder you tried so hard to get me to quit. You needed me to get the hell away from you so you could find your peace again.”

  “No. Hey, no.” He shot to his feet now, seeing that she was seconds away from getting dressed and walking out the door, never to be seen again. “That’s what I thought I needed, OK? That’s what I thought was the answer. But I was wrong.”

  “So what did you need?” she asked, the words breaking a bit. “What was the answer?”

  “You. You on both counts.”

  “How’s that possible?” she said. “I was the catalyst, so how can I be the answer?”

  “Because you’re the only person that I’ve met since it happened who I want to let close,” he said. “You make me want to trust, angel, you make me want to be better. You made me want to find the strength to talk about what happened to me, and to finally start to let it go for real.”

  “I do that?”

  “You do.” He moved to her now and took her in his arms. “You’ve shown me the way forward, you’ve pointed me in directions that I never even knew existed. You’ve been a gift, Jolene, and I’m begging you: please don’t take yourself away from me. I need you to stay with me.”

  “You do?”

  “I do.” He kissed her now, kissed her with everything that he had, felt her reluctant response. “And I need this.”

  “Silver –” She gasped as he started to lift the t-shirt over her slowly-heating body. “Should we – are you sure that this is a good idea?”

  “I’m sure,” he said roughly, his face hard with desire. “Too many fucking ghosts and monsters in this room with us right now. Let’s show them that we’re not broken or ashamed, that they haven’t fucking beaten us. Let’s do something wild and beautiful to chase them away, baby. ”

  “Yes,” she said breathless. “Silver, yes.”

  She was standing right in front of him, holding his heated gaze. Her scent drifted over him, sweet and light and fresh, and he responded helplessly to her. Everything about this woman turned him on: her sparkling intelligence, her fighting spirit, her generous curves. Arousal crashed over him like a wave, and he gave a deep groan of want. Of need.

  She was stronger than a bad memory, stronger than a nightmare. Her light could banish his darkness and he was drawn forward and in.

  Jolene got up on her tip-toes and touched her mouth to his, her kiss so damn sweet, it almost knocked him over backwards. When her small hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, he actually stopped breathing for a few seconds. When she smoothly unbuttoned and then unzipped him, he shut his eyes, praying hard for her touch. And when she answered that silent plea and slid her fingers inside his boxers, circling the tip of his cock, he almost fell over at the shock of pure, hot sensation.

  Gracefully, making him wait, Jolene sank to her knees in front of him. She tugged his jeans and boxers lower, low enough for him to spring completely free. She smiled now – a smile of satisfaction, of want – and took his length in her hands. She licked her lips, and that sexy, wet movement unfroze his brain and loosened his tongue.

  “Sweet thing.” Silver barely recognized his own guttural rasp. “Angel… you sure?”

  “You kidding me?” She gazed up at him, her hand moving now, up and down, torturously slowly, from tip to shaft. “I love taking you between my lips. Love making you come in my mouth, tasting you, swallowing you… I love just taking everything that you want to give me.”

  “Oh, fuck.” His brain damn near short-circuited as a burst of electricity shot through his massive frame, ending in his rock-hard cock. “Yes.”

  She smiled again, but it had an edge this time. It was a smile fused with hot lust and dark need, and it just made him harder, hungrier. He fought down a groan and his cock twitched in her grasp.

  She moved closer, close enough that he felt her breath on him. The anticipation was killing him, and Silver gripped the windowsill behind him. He stared down at her and realized that as she moved to take him into her mouth, he saw nothing but the top of her head. That was wrong, all kinds of wrong, and he reached for her now, pulled her back to her feet.

  Startled, afraid that he’d changed his mind, she stared up at him. “You don’t want me to –”

  “Oh, I do.” He kissed her now, hard enough to push away her insecurities. “Can’t you feel that I do?”

  She smiled and rubbed herself against his erect cock, slow and heated. He groaned.

  “Not on your knees, babe,” Silver said, his voice and breath rough as he hauled his jeans and boxers back up. “Never like that with me again.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because.” He kissed her, hard and insistent, staking his claim. “I want to watch and when you’re kneeling, I can’t see a damn thing. I can’t see your perfect pink lips moving up and down. I can’t see your drop-dead gorgeous face, your incredible bedroom eyes. And I can’t see or feel your every naked curve as you work me in your mouth. I need that, baby. If you give me all that, it’ll be as good as it can possibly get.”

  “Oh.” She stared at him some more, taken aback, and desperately turned on at his honesty. “OK.”

  “To my bed,” he said. “Now.”

  She turned, but he was faster than she was. Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms and she grabbed his shoulders.

  “Silver!” His name was a startled cry. “What –”

  “Taking you to the bedroom,” he said. “Your legs are too damn short and you’re slow.”

  “Ah.” She settled against him, feeling impossibly petite. With her ass and thighs and hips, she never felt that way, but damned if this man didn’t make her go all feminine and delicate. “So you’re helping me?”

  “I’m helping both of us.” He was moving as fast as he could. “If I have to wait one more minute to see you naked and with your mouth on me, I’m gonna explode.”

  She was just thinking about kissing him, but then suddenly, she was being tossed on the bed. She hit the mattress, rolled, looked over her shoulder at him through a waterfall of tangled hair.

  Silver was tearing his jeans off at warp-speed, and Jolene spun on the bed to watch, practically unblinking. No way she was missing even one second of this because Silver Bennett naked was hands-down one of her favorite sights on earth. As soon as he was naked, she just got to staring – unashamed, unabashed, unapologetic staring – her eyes eating him alive.

  She’d barely had time to enjoy the spectacular view, though, when he grabbed her by the ankle and gently pulled. He was so strong, it took no effort at all for him to haul her across the bed. She exhaled in shock and
desire, but he was still moving. His hands were on the t-shirt now, peeling and pulling it off her shaking body, then all over her skin, teasing and touching.

  He felt her whole body against his, felt every glorious, gorgeous inch of her and he almost groaned at just how damn good she felt. She was right where she was meant to be, all pressed up on him, and he was right where he was meant to be, all wrapped around her. This was right. They were right.

  At the thought, he grinned against her mouth. She felt it, lifted her head to meet his eyes.

  “What are you smiling about?” She sounded breathless.

  “You.” His own voice was deeper than usual, harsher. “You’re so fucking beautiful, angel, and I’m dying for you to pick up where you left things in the living room.”

  Her eyes flared. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Hmmmm.” Somehow, her throaty, dusky murmur was still sweet. Dark sweet. Naughty sweet. “Yeah, I can get back to that.”

  Without another word, Silver kissed her again, rolling her with him as he did, turning on to his back. She stared down at his strength, his muscle, his bulk, loving how hot and hard he was under her palms. Nothing but hot, hard man.

  She kissed his mouth one last time, quick and brief, then starting moving down. He lay still, just let her take her time playing with his body.

  Jolene ran her tongue over his collarbone, then down to his chest. She liked his chest, no doubt about that, liked the golden hair on it. She’d never seen the attraction to totally clean-shaven men, didn’t find a lack of hair remotely sexy, and Silver’s smattering of hair was just right, in her opinion. She kissed every curve of every muscle; traced the dark lines of his numerous tattoos with her fingertips; moved farther down. Farther.

  Her hand skimmed over the taut muscles of his stomach, slid down. He was watching her hand avidly, a look of fierce concentration on his incredible face. And when her lips followed the same path, blazing fire across his skin, he groaned her name, deep and low. Desperate to taste him now, needing to taste him, she slipped between his huge thighs. He clenched his jaw, fighting to stay still, seconds away from just begging her to touch him.

  Jolene took his length in her hand and moved up and down, slowly, then faster. His fingers dug into the mattress and his entire body tensed. She smiled, loving his reaction, knowing that she was just getting started.

  She lowered her mouth to his hardness, gave him a teasing, soft little kiss. He jerked, tensed up more. Her tongue snaked out, licked the tip, swirled around it, lapped at it. He pushed his head back into the pillow, shut his eyes, prayed hard for control. Because this? Was going to be mind-blowing.

  Taking pity on him – and thank every star in the sky for that – she sucked him into the snug warmth of her sweet, sexy mouth. She worked him slowly, moving up and down, taking him more deeply with every stroke. And when he touched the back of her throat and she swallowed, his eyes flew open in shock.

  “Jolene…”

  She lifted her eyes to his, loving the intense misty glitter she saw there. Holding his stare, she kept moving up and down, watching him lose his goddamn mind under her full lips.

  He watched her suck him, ran his hungry gaze up and down the luscious curves of her breasts and hips and ass, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her now. His hands went to her head, fisted gently in her hair. She liked that, he knew, she liked it every time: she moaned and her eyes fluttered shut. As soon as her bright gaze disappeared, he felt its loss.

  “Eyes up here, baby,” he grated out. “Give me your gorgeous dark eyes.”

  She did as he ordered and he jolted at the heat that he saw in those depths. Seeing how much she loved doing this to him kicked his arousal up another fifty notches, and now it roared through him like an out-of-control fire. He arched his back, still holding her eyes, still holding her hair. He was close… so goddamn close.

  “Jolene,” he said softly. “I’m gonna come… gonna come hard. You sure you want to take all of me?”

  Her response was a wicked smile and a saucy little wink. Still holding his stare, she took him deeper, swallowed again. Again. Again. And her throat muscles massaged his cock so perfectly, that he knew he was lost. Lost, and yet somehow totally found.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, unraveling at the speed of light. “Oh, God, baby…”

  Unable to stop it now, he thrust up into her mouth, holding her right where he needed her. She stayed with him, thank Christ, just sucked him harder and stronger, her throat open and waiting. When he shuddered and called her name, dancing on the knife-edge of orgasm, she swallowed, hard. And Silver damn near blacked out from the force of coming in her amazing little mouth.

  She took all of him, loving every second of it. She watched his face as he came for her, memorizing every expression. His release made him look almost savage and so damn gorgeous, it made her dizzy. He held her eyes the whole time, and the connection between them was like an electric current. It crackled and sparked, and Jolene had never seen a man more focused on her face, on her eyes, on her lips. Not ever.

  Then his eyes shut in relief at his release and she eased back. She kept her lips around his length as she moved slowly up and off, making sure to give the swollen tip a final little kiss. He shuddered again, tangled his hands in her hair, whispered her name once more. The man was sated and satisfied, and that soft murmur was all the proof of that that she needed.

  Slowly, she moved back up his amazing body, kissing his stomach, his hips, his pecs. She nuzzled his throat, loving the musky, animal scent there. She finally reached his face, kissed his closed eyelids.

  Silver opened his eyes and stared at her with the force of a laser beam. With no warning whatsoever, he sat up and flipped her under him. She gave a laugh of surprise, tumbled backwards. He pinned her to the bed, glanced down the length of her body at her lush curves.

  He eyed her white cotton underwear, skimmed her curved stomach with a huge hand.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes, sweet thing,” he growled. And yeah, he actually growled.

  “You think?”

  “Mmm-hmmm. I think.” He sat up again, moved away so abruptly that she felt the loss of his warmth keenly. “But lie still for a minute.”

  “OK,” she said, startled. “You going somewhere?”

  “Yeah. Be right back.”

  Jolene watched him climb out of bed and bit her lip, just like she always did. The view was… staggering. Like, full-on, good-Christ-Almighty staggering. Nothing but power and grace, all wrapped up in a muscular, tight frame. And when he came back to her, she openly ogled his incredible cock.

  She’d just tasted it, just released it, but she missed it. She wanted more of him, all of him – she wanted him inside her. She wanted to take him as deep as she could, to just ride him until her whole body dissolved around his length. Her breath caught and her pussy slicked up, helplessly.

  She always wanted him.

  Silver got back into bed, handed her a glass of cold water. “Drink that.”

  She gave him a smile. “Thanks.”

  Her voice was a bit hoarse, and his eyes flared with worry.

  “You doing OK?” he asked, moving his hand to her throat.

  She sipped, nodded. “I’m good.”

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, and dark, languid desire rolled under the words. “You sure as hell are.”

  She giggled now, drank a bit more. “You were satisfied with my efforts, and with the job that I did?”

  “Christ, baby. If I’d been any more satisfied, I’d be dead.”

  She laughed again, set the almost-empty glass on the bedside table.

  “You want some more?” he said, still stroking her throat gently.

  “No, thanks.”

  “So what do you want?”

  “Hmmmm.” She blinked up at him, all mock-inno
cent. “Well. I am a bit tired.”

  “You don’t say.”

  “Yeah.”

  “You want to lie down?”

  “Oh, sure,” she said. “That sounds like an awesome idea.”

  “Go on then,” he commanded. “Lie back, arms up over your head.”

  She tilted her head at him. “Anything else?”

  “Yeah. Legs open.”

  “Oh…” The small sound was a gasp of shock, of lust. “Oh, God.”

  “Now, babe.” Those silver eyes were hot and intense again. “Don’t make me wait one minute longer to run my tongue over your sweetness.”

  Jolene gasped at his words, couldn’t think of a single smart-ass thing to say. Silent and mute, she lay back, trembling a bit. She raised her arms and rested them on either side of her head. Then, trembling harder now, just shaking with pure desire, she slowly parted her legs.

  His amazing eyes flared again, with want this time. Without a word, Silver tugged her panties down and off, tossed them on the bedroom floor. He knelt between her curvy thighs, ran his fingers up her legs, behind her knees, stopped just below her aching, pulsing sex. He framed it with his hands, not touching it. Not yet.

  “You amazing little miracle.” Silver shook his head, exhaled hard. “I need to taste you, baby.”

  “Ah,” she murmured, gyrating her hips restlessly, trying to get him to touch her heat. “Silver…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Please…”

  “Please what?” It was exquisite torture for both of them as he slowly lowered his head to her. He inhaled her, almost drunk from the sweet-spicy scent of honey and need. “Please taste you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”