by Hart, Lane
“I’ll help pay what Sean owes.”
“Like hell you will!” Devlin says. “This is your brother’s mess. He needs to figure out how to pay it back.”
“I have a job and can pay some toward the total,” I assure him. “If you’ll agree not to hurt him again.”
“Where are you working?” Devlin asks.
“Like I would really tell you that,” I scoff.
“Come on, baby. Admit it. You’ve missed me and my ice and my big dick,” he says, making me smile despite my annoyance. “Do you need me to send you a pic so you can remember how amazing my cock is?”
“Do not send me a dick pic or I’ll block you and change my number!” I warn him.
“Too late,” he says as my phone dings.
And I hate to admit the speed at which I look at the incoming photo which is, of course, an up-close shot of a long, hard penis…wearing a pair of black sunglasses on the thick base. There’s even a strip of white sunscreen running down the shaft like it’s a long nose. Oh, and I can’t forget the tiny, colorful drink umbrella that is tucked into his pubes.
“You are…insane!” I say when I eventually put the phone back up to my ear before ending the call.
I don’t block his number even though I consider it for a long time.
For now, I decide to keep it just in case since my brother is hiding shit from me. But that is the only reason.
I have no plans of ever sleeping with Devlin again.
None at all.
The thought never even crossed my mind…except a few hundred times later that night.
Chapter Eleven
Devlin
* * *
I don’t text or call Jetta again over the next week, figuring she’s probably blocked me, and it would hurt too much to find out for sure.
Fiasco and I still pay Sean a visit as promised, only we follow him early in the morning before work to his job site to make sure Jetta isn’t around.
“Fuck,” Sean mutters when he gets out of his car and we climb out of Fiasco’s Thing. “Now you’re following me like psycho stalkers?”
“It’s been a week, James,” I tell him as Fiasco and I approach him, both of us with our guns by our sides, not pointing them since we could have witnesses around. “Pay up.”
“I don’t have your money,” he says. “I’m working on it.”
“You have to work faster,” Fiasco says as we box James in against the side of his car. “You knew the deadline.”
“I can’t make money magically appear! If I had it, I would pay you!” he exclaims.
“Tell you what,” I say. “For this week only, I’ll make you a deal. If you give me some info on Jetta, we’ll let you have one more week to get us two grand.”
“So you want my sister, huh? Too bad,” he says with a grin. “She promised me she was done with you.”
Goddamn it.
“We’ll see about that,” I tell him. “Where does she work?”
“Why should I tell you?” he asks like a total moron.
“Because if you tell me, we’ll let both of your arms and legs keep working,” I explain.
“Fair enough,” he says, swallowing audibly. “Jetta got a job at one of those waterparks in town.”
“Which one?”
“Fuck, I can’t remember,” he grumbles, scrubbing his palm down his sweaty face. “I think she said that they have a shark mascot or something.”
“Okay. What else?” I ask.
“What else? What do you mean what else?” he snaps.
“Why did she change her hair?” I ask curiously. “Does she do that often?”
“Huh?” he mutters at the same time Fiasco chuckles.
“Answer the fucking question!” I yell at him while punching the side of his car with my fist. “Her hair was purple a few weeks ago, and now it’s blonde. Or has she changed it again already?”
“Yeah, I guess her hair is blonde,” he says with his brow furrowed. “I don’t know why she changes it! I guess it’s because she wants to do hair like professionally or whatever.”
“Good. That’s good to know,” I reply even though I’m not sure why. It’s just something I didn’t know about her before and now I do.
“She’s not going to fuck you again,” Sean says confidently. “Not unless I tell her she can. And I won’t unless you forgive my debt.”
“Oh fuck off,” I tell him. “You owe the Dirty Aces every single penny you bet on and not a dime less, fucker. I wouldn’t forgive it even if I could. Now get your ass to work so you can pay it off and we can be done with your sorry ass.”
Jetta
* * *
It’s another record-breaking day of our heat wave; and while I’m surrounded by water, I’m not allowed to actually cool off in it unless someone, god forbid, is drowning.
So far, after working at the water park for several weeks, I haven’t had to do any rescuing because most parents keep an eye on the little kids and the water isn’t that deep for the adults.
As usual, sweat is dripping down my back and the crack of my ass like a fountain by mid-afternoon when a group of men come waltzing in like they own the place. Some of them didn’t even bother to put on boardshorts, wearing cutoff denim instead. From high up in my lifeguard stand, I can tell the group is in great shape, lean with cuts of muscles. I can also see tons of ink but am unable to make out what the tattoos depict. And when the one with black, ear-length hair puts his hand up to shield his eyes while tilting his head up in my direction, it doesn’t take long for me to recognize him.
Devlin.
How the hell did he find me?
Sean must have blabbed! That’s the only possible explanation.
When he lifts his hand and waves at me with a grin, I pretend to ignore him, glad to have the dark sunglasses shielding my eyes.
In fact, he’s a distraction I really don’t need here. What if someone needs me?
There’s a lot of movement around the chairs occupied by Devlin and his friends. Apparently, none of the parental figures want their kids near them. Some relocate to the other side of the wave pool while others pack up their shit and leave the entire park.
If nothing else, that right there should tell me the reputation these men have. They are a bunch of motorcycle club thugs and everyone but me knows that. Well, except for a few young women who gravitate toward the hot bikers. Not that I can blame them since I did the same thing myself just a few weeks ago, which I now know was incredibly stupid.
For the next half hour, I occasionally sneak glances at Devlin when he gets into the water, his chiseled six-pack sparkling with droplets in the sun. So, of course, I see him approach my chair before he grabs the front of the stand and says, “Hi, Jetta.”
“Hello, Devlin,” I reply. “Nice group of friends you’ve got there. They sure do know how to clear the place out.”
“Ah, yeah,” he says as he glances back toward the lounge chairs that are now mostly empty. “Guess we have somewhat of a reputation.”
“No kidding. You’re thugs who carry guns, beat people up in their own homes, and steal from them! I really wish I had known all of that before I slept with you.”
“That’s not the full story,” he tells me. “Although, I’m not surprised it’s the only side you’ve heard from your brother. But Sean James doesn’t get a free pass just because his sister is hot and let me fuck her in public before she knew my name.”
“Go away, Devlin. I’m working.”
“What’s the matter?” he asks, not budging even an inch. “You don’t like being reminded of how hot you got that night when I rubbed your pussy with ice? Or how you screamed when I went down on you and made you come all over my face?”
“I’m working here, and there are small kids around!” I warn him through gritted teeth, annoyed that my body perked right up at the reminder of the things we did together.
Ignoring me, he goes on to say, “That night is all I’ve thought about for weeks.”
> I have to get rid of him, not only because I don’t want to get fired if my boss comes out and sees us talking, but because I cannot let myself go down that road again.
“Did you and Rob Lawrence have fun without me after I left that morning?”
I’m pretty sure Devlin’s face pales as he lets go of my chair and takes a step backward.
“What? No!” he exclaims. “I left right after you did.”
“Really? Because I had to wait around awhile for my ride, and you didn’t get off his bus before I left.”
“You must’ve missed me,” he says. “Whatever. See ya, Jetta,” he adds before he hurries back to his group, making me wonder what did happen on the tour bus after I left. I know Rob was hoping for more with Devlin, but Dev shot him down. Did he change his mind by morning?
And god, why does the thought of Devlin and Rob together make me so wet? My traitorous body shouldn’t have that kind of reaction for the asshole who beats up and steals from my brother.
I really need to get out and date more.
Chapter Twelve
Devlin
* * *
“That lifeguard you were talking to is hot as fuck,” Silas says when I flop back down into my lounge chair, making me want to knock all of his teeth out.
“Dev fucked her at the concert a few weeks back,” Fiasco informs Silas and Wirth, who also wanted to spend a rare day off by the pool. Wirth is a full-time auto mechanic; and, for all I know, Silas could be a lion tamer or a snake wrangler in his free time. The dude is strange as hell. But back to the topic at hand…
“And I’m going to fuck Jetta again in the near future, so don’t even think about it,” I warn the guys.
“Really?” Fiasco asks. “She sounded pretty pissed at you that day at James’ house.”
Of course that gets strait-laced Wirth’s attention, causing him to sit up in his lounge chair and peel off his sunglasses. “James as in one of the Aces biggest debtors, Sean James?” he asks.
“Yep, that’s the one,” Fiasco tells him before I can stop him.
“How does the lifeguard know James?” Wirth asks.
“He’s her sister,” Fiasco replies, causing us all to turn to stare at him.
“What he meant is that Jetta is Sean’s sister,” I explain. “I didn’t know that when I fucked her. I didn’t even know her name until the second time we fucked.”
“Malcolm’s going to be pissed if you’re going easy on James because you want his sister,” Wirth warns.
“I’m not going easy on him!” I exclaim.
“Yeah, Dev told James this morning he has a week to get us half of what he owes.”
“I smell trouble,” Silas says he trades a look with Wirth who adds, “Me too. Women are nothing but trouble.”
“Best not to catch any feelings,” Silas tells me. “That’s why I don’t even look at a woman’s face when I’m inside them. Just fill them up and get out of there.”
“That’s…incredibly fucked up,” I tell him. I knew the dude was colder than an iceberg but Jesus.
I didn’t convince my boys to come with me to a waterpark so I can see a girl because I’ve caught feelings, did I?
No. That’s insane.
I had fun fucking Jetta and just want us to do it again – like a million more times and in my bed, without a creepy ass rock star participating or watching.
Jetta
* * *
“Why did you tell Devlin where I worked if you didn’t want me to see him again?” I ask my brother that night when I get home.
“He likes you,” Sean says. “The least you can do is screw him a few times, so he’ll lay off of me.”
“I am not going to go out with a guy to help you pay off your debt!” I tell him, not even touching the trading sex for money part of his statement.
“You don’t understand, Jetta. These guys are dangerous.”
“No kidding,” I mutter. “They really know how to clear out the waterpark.”
“Dev didn’t show up alone?” Sean asks.
“Ah, no, he came with three other big, tattooed guys.”
“Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t think he would bring the whole crew to the park,” he apologizes.
“Hopefully he won’t come back again either because I need this job. You could at least warn me if you’re going to give people information about me!”
“Sorry,” he says again. “I’m just so stressed out, working my ass off and still only able to come up with a few hundred, which doesn’t even make a dent in what they say I owe them.”
I notice his phrasing, and how he still hasn’t admitted he owes them money or why he owes them, like the Dirty Aces have made the whole thing up.
Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t.
But later that night, when I’m in bed, I debate whether or not I should contact Dev to see if I can help Sean. Finally, I decide to send him a text message.
Come by the house in the morning and I’ll give you $200 toward what Sean owes if you’ll leave him alone for the rest of the week.
The three dots appear, and then there’s an instantaneous response from Devlin.
Deal, baby. Tell me what time you want me to come over.
I type back, Nine a.m. before I have to go to work.
I’ll be there at 8:59 a.m. Until then… Devlin responds before a picture of his dick pops up. This time, his member is wearing a tiny blue tie and looking so formal, like it’s going to a job interview.
Oh crap! Am I the interview? Does he think I was asking him to come over for something else and using the money Sean owes as an excuse?
No. That’s ridiculous.
But still, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m making a mistake asking him to come over at a time when I know Sean won’t be here to babysit. Which is kind of the point, though. I don’t want Dev and Sean in the same room together because that’s when guns and fists apparently come out.
I just have to figure out how to help pay off Sean’s debt so that the Dirty Aces will leave my brother alone once and for all.
The next morning, I’m showered, dressed in a tank top and denim shorts covering my required company bathing suit, and ready with my hair braided before the doorbell even rings. My stupid heart is all worked up, but I tell myself I’m just nervous before I open the door with his cash wadded up in my other hand.
“Here,” I say, holding the money out for Devlin to take and trying hard not to glance up at his handsome face.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asks when he pushes the door open and marches right past me into the apartment.
“This isn’t a social call,” I remind him. “I’m giving you money you claim my brother owes, so take it and leave. I have to be at work in an hour.”
Spinning around to face me, Devlin grins and says, “An hour is plenty of time. You know how fast I can make your legs shake…”
“No!” I yell at him. “Just take the money and go!”
“Make out with me for half an hour and I’ll let you keep your cash and I won’t hurt Sean for a week,” he says in a rush.
“What? No way. I don’t negotiate with terrorists!” Storming up to him, I shove the cash into his jean pocket. While my fingers are stuck in the tight pocket, Devlin grabs the side of my face to tilt it up, and then the jerk kisses me!
The worst part?
I not only part my lips to allow his tongue entry, I stupidly kiss him back.
He tastes so good. I know I should stop, but I can’t seem to peel my lips away from his yet.
Soon. I will soon. Just a little bit longer.
Oh god, Dev’s getting turned on too. How do I know? Well, his dick is long and hard pressing against my thigh. It would be so easy to yank his zipper down and let him fuck me against the wall before I have to leave for work. He’s right. I bet he could make me come at least three times in an hour, and it would feel so damn good…
Chapter Thirteen
Devlin
* * *
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nbsp; I fucking knew it!
Jetta wants me even though she doesn’t want to want me. But her prodding tongue doesn’t lie, and neither do her hard tips poking me in the chest through both layers of our clothes.
And while she’s good and distracted, I remove the wad of cash she shoved into my pocket and gently cram it into the back of her denim shorts while acting like I’m just grabbing her ass. I’m also grabbing her ass too, though, so it’s a genius plan.
She’s grinding her pussy on my thigh, her palms rubbing my chest one second, and the next she’s pushing me away.
“No, no, no!” she gasps. “Leave me alone, Dev!”
“Nice! We’re at that familiar stage when we use abbreviated names for each other,” I remark while catching my breath. “Should I call you Jet, or do you prefer baby?”
“You shouldn’t have kissed me,” she says, swiping her fingers over her lips to wipe away my taste off of them.
“You called and asked me to come over this morning, remember?”
“To get the money and go, not to make out!” she exclaims.
“You didn’t really seem to mind me kissing you.” Since she’s already red in the face angry, I push my luck and reach out to tweak one of her hard nipples to prove my point. If I remember correctly, and I do because every second of that night is etched into my brain, she likes when they’re played with during sex.
“Stop that!” she says, throwing her arm across her chest and taking a step back. “Just…how much more does Sean owe you? Four thousand, right, minus the two hundred from today?”
“Yep,” I agree even though I returned that money.
“I’ll have the rest of it to you by the end of the week.”
