“Eyes on me, Molly,” he growled roughly, needing to see those gorgeous green eyes as she experienced her pleasure.
She obeyed the harsh command instantly, her eyes popping open wide as he kept his hand moving while sliding over her. “Devil,” she moaned as his fingers twisted inside her and found that patch of nerves that drove a woman wild. Bliss assaulted her on all sides and she drew in a deep breath and screamed as something exploded inside her.
“Fuck, yes,” Devil groaned as passion claimed his woman. Her hips bucked wildly against his hand as her pussy clenched around his fingers and her juices slid over his hand. “That’s my girl,” he whispered against her hot cheek. “Ride it out for me, baby, and let me have it all,” he urged, as he slowed his hand and her cries softened to whimpers. Sliding his fingers from her, he captured her unhappy murmur with his lips as he levered his body over hers. “My turn,” he growled against her mouth, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock and guiding it toward her entrance. “You still want hard and fast, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked huskily, praying to God that she did because he was fairly certain he wasn’t capable of giving it to her any other way right now. He needed her that badly.
“Hard, yes,” Molly breathed against his ear, nipping his neck as she spoke.
Groaning as he sank inside her with one deep surge of his hips, Devil’s jaws clamped together as her velvety walls surrounded him. Nothing felt as good as being inside Molly. Incinerating wet heat encompassed him, and he fought the battle to maintain control instead of unleashing the savage animal beast inside him. “You feel so fucking good, Molly,” he bit out against her neck. “Love that tight pussy,” he praised, pumping in and out of her snug, fiery channel as he captured her wrists and held them above her head.
Molly laced her fingers through Devil’s above her head as her core quickened, his pulsing cock nailing her sweet spot with every downward stroke. She hitched one leg around his ass while she wrapped the other high around his back, opening herself for his possession. “Yes! More, Devil,” she moaned as his hips ground against his, and he released one of her hands to palm her ass and tilt her hips so that he impaled her so deeply she felt it in her womb.
“Take it, baby,” he bit out gruffly as his fingers tightened on her ass and he deepened his thrusts, moving fluidly in and out of her drenched pussy. “Take my cock,” he demanded against her parted lips before kissing her, his tongue matching the hard, driving rhythm his dick had set for them.
Their mouths moved wildly, nipping and biting, as the tension built inside Molly. Tightening her legs around Devil’s hips, she tried to keep up as he pounded inside her, his pelvis rising and falling against the cradle of her hips as his cock thickened inside her. It felt good. Beyond good. It felt life affirming… soul melding. Devil Delancy was everything she’d ever dreamed of having in her bed.
And he was hers just as much as she was his.
Devil grunted deeply as Molly’s walls contracted around him. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped, squeezing the hand he still held in his as his own release began to build. “Get there for me, angel,” he commanded in a voice thick with desire as the hand on her ass moved between them to rub tight circles around her swollen clit. “Cum for me, Molly. Let me feel that sweet pussy milk my cock the way only you can,” he urged hoarsely against her ear as he buried himself in her.
Devil’s hungry mouth muffled Molly’s scream as a second tide of bliss crested over her and threatened to drown her in the waves.
“Fuck, yes,” Devil groaned as her pussy convulsed and released around him, the soft slide of her slick walls grasping his dick in a grip that was the most exquisite torture he’d ever felt. Throwing back his head, he offered his own hoarse shout of satisfaction as her release triggered his. Gripping her ass with a force that would leave a bruise against her fair skin, he ground his hips against hers as he buried himself to the root inside the sweet cocoon of her body. Grunting as his essence jetted from the tip of his cock and filled her, bathing her womb in his seed, his back arched as release claimed his body as he claimed hers.
Chest heaving, his heavy body collapsed on hers, pushing Molly into the mattress. “Christ, I don’t know how I got so lucky getting the sweetest, tightest pussy God ever created, but I’m never going to let you go,” he murmured faintly, turning his head toward hers and kissing her swollen lips gently.
“Ever?” Molly whispered as her heart inflated with all the warm, gushy feelings a woman has for her man.
Meeting her eyes, Devil stared at her, as serious as a heart attack. “Ever, Molly. I waited for a decade while you grew up into the amazing woman I always knew you’d be. I’m not going to waste a fucking second delivering you to the wedding altar and hitching my cart to your little red wagon. You’re mine. Only EVER mine.”
“When you say things like that, you make me wanna cry,” Molly breathed, blinking hard and tracing his lips with her finger as they collapsed against the pillows.
“As long as they’re tears of joy, I’ll deal,” he offered, nipping the end of her finger gently. “The other kind… let’s just say the source of them won’t be safe from my wrath.”
“Does that include the augmented Aussie?” Molly asked, she asked with a soft look at him.
“Augmented Aussie,” Devil repeated with a smirk. “I like it.”
“Well, there’s no way those boobs are real,” she muttered with a frown before meeting his eyes again. “And I’m waiting for an answer,” she reminded a now openly smiling Devil.
“That includes the augmented Aussie, sweetheart,” he acknowledged softly. “In a moment of insanity that occurred well before you and I were a couple, I did something supremely stupid. Believe me; she knows her days are numbered if she targets you with her venom again. No one hurts you, angel,” he continued softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she laid on the pillow facing him. “Not her. Not even me. Not without consequences.”
She didn’t ask what those consequences included. By the look in his darkening eyes, she didn’t want to know. “You slept with her,” she said instead, needing to clear the air between them. “I hate that, Devil.” She paused for a moment, then asked with brutal honesty, needing to be prepared for whatever eventuality might come, “Am I going to be tripping over former lovers every time I turn around?”
Sighing heavily, Devil silently acknowledged that after what she’d experienced today, Molly had a good reason for asking that question, and he knew he needed to reassure her while still being completely honest. Not for the first time, he hated the fact that there’d ever been another woman in his bed before her. The good news was she was the last woman that would ever be in his bed.
Clearing his throat, he cupped the cheek not pressed against the pillow and met her eyes. “I wasn’t a monk before you, Molly.”
“I wasn’t a virgin either, but at least I was selective,” she muttered unhappily.
“True,” he admitted softly. “What I can tell you is what I’ve offered before… after you came to work for me, the days of me playing the field were over. Before that, I played the game and I played it hard. There were other women, but I will personally ensure that you never trip over them. They didn’t mean anything to me. It’s shitty to say, but they passed the time and filled a physical urge. None of them were you. You are the best I’ve ever had, honey.”
“And you’ve had a lot, so I guess that would say something,” Molly muttered with a faint glimmer of a smile.
“I love you, Molly, and believe me when I tell you, that makes what happened with them and what we have here between us the difference between night and day.”
“Sami would say that’s either an excellent line or a really good answer,” Molly whispered, biting her lip.
“Which do you think it is, Molly?” Devil asked, his eyes piercing hers. “Because honestly, yours is the only opinion I care about.”
“I think that was a very good response to both my statements.” And this time, there was n
o glimmer to Molly’s smile. It was blinding.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Molly Ramsey’s wedding morning dawned bright, clear, and with just a hint of nip in the air. It was the kind of day that when you opened your eyes in your warm, snuggly bed and lay there, staring out the window, it promised you that something good was going to happen. It was the kind of sunrise that invited you to get up and face the challenges life brought you.
Immediately registering the heavy arm still wrapped around her waist, Molly smiled when she moved and it tightened automatically around her. “You know, if you want me to get to the church on time, you’re going to need to let me out of bed and start getting ready. Then, you’re going to have to leave, Dev,” she murmured against her pillow.
Last night, despite her best arguments, Devil had steadfastly refused to honor tradition and let her sleep alone the night before their wedding. Truthfully, she’d barely been by herself at all since their Australian blowout earlier in the week. Last night, however, when she’d tried to eject him from the premises, she’d found herself arguing with a brick wall. Threats of impending bad luck and her mother’s wrath had done nothing to sway him. He’d said that he couldn’t sleep without her anymore and wasn’t interested in any fucked-up wedding propaganda that stated he couldn’t see her for any length of time. She suspected, however, that he was terrified she’d talk herself out of marrying him in the hours they’d be separated.
As if.
Devil Delancy might not be sure of her yet (and wouldn’t be completely until he had a solid gold band welded to her left ring finger), but she was convinced of one thing. He had her until death they did part (with or without the gold seal on her finger).
May God have mercy on his soul… because she wouldn’t, she thought with a small smirk of satisfaction.
Pushing up on an elbow behind her in bed, Devil kept his arm exactly where it was and hauled her against his chest, curling his body around hers. Dropping a kiss against one rounded bare shoulder, he shook his head, keeping his lips against her soft skin. “You’ve gotten ready for plenty of things with me right here in this room. In fact, I think I’ve been very helpful on more than one occasion, haven’t I?”
“I think you’ve confused helpful with distracting,” Molly replied, shivering as his words vibrated against her flesh. “I can’t afford for you to distract me today of all days, Devil. I need to focus, and this has to be perfect.”
“Molly, you could show up to the church wearing a sack and a bad attitude, honey. As long as you walk down the aisle to me and say ‘I do’, it will be perfect.”
See, when he said things like that, she melted. And she didn’t have time to dissolve into a puddle of goo in bed with him this morning.
Because she was getting married. Today!!
“Stop being sweet,” she ordered sternly as he wove the fingers resting against her stomach through hers. “I know what you’re trying to do,” she added breathlessly as his tongue touched that spot behind her ear that he knew drove her wild. “And we don’t have time for it.” She bit her lip as his other hand slid beneath her to cup her breast.
“Give me sixty uninterrupted seconds and I’ll change your mind about that,” he murmured against her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers.
Oh, that was tempting. Mostly because Devil was really good when he raced the clock, and she knew Devil was that good because he’d already raced that freaking clock many, many times with her. And he’d make damn sure it was that good for her. Twice, if she’d let him and he was inspired. Glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, she bit her lip and weighed her options.
“Chica! I brought the good java in honor of the Big Day!” an accented male voice shouted from somewhere in the house. “Rise and shine, mi amiga!”
She giggled when Devil turned his head toward the door and stared at it with horror. Mannie was a new, but welcome, addition to her wedding party, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. In a brief amount of time, he’d proven himself a loyal, trustworthy friend and she hated that Sami had never introduced them before now.
“Don’t bother yelling, Mannie. I’m betting our girl is getting a different kind of wake-up call as we speak. The Devil’s wheels are parked across the street,” an amused feminine voice replied loudly as the front door slammed.
“Fuck me,” Devil muttered, wincing as they heard the click of heels on the tiled floor.
Molly knew his curse wasn’t a plea to her, but rather a curse at the fates, and her body shook with laughter.
“Stop laughing,” Devil growled against Molly’s ear as he pinched her ass.
“Devil Delancy! This breaks every wedding rule known to man!” A furious third female voice – also known as Vivian - bellowed from down the hallway. “Put whatever you’re packin’ back in your pants and GO!”
The extra exclamation points behind Vivian’s command were painfully obvious to all involved.
“Jesus,” Devil groaned against Molly’s throat as he pulled her back and dropped his head against her shoulder. “The entire fucking Triple Threat is here. You gave them keys to the house? Are you certifiably insane?”
“I told you that we didn’t have time.” Molly giggled as he growled low in his throat. “And be nice. That’s my wedding party that you’re cursing.”
“That let themselves into your home while I was trying to find us both some satisfaction. I think I’ve gotta reason to curse ‘em,” Devil grumbled, lifting his head to frown at her. “Your friends are messing with my morning sex. Nobody in their right mind gets between a man and his morning sex.”
“Listen, Mick Jagger. You found satisfaction three times last night. I’m pretty sure you’ll find a way to live with this morning’s disappointment,” she noted with a cheery smile at him.
A loud pounding rang against the wooden bedroom door, followed by a yipping bark. “You’ve got three minutes for one of you to make an appearance in the kitchen or I’m sending Samantha through that door with a bucket of ice water,” Vivian threatened loudly from the other side of the bedroom door. “I mean it, you two! And Coco is just dying to get his teeth into someone!”
Devil rolled off Molly onto his back with a frustrated snarl. Shoving a hand through his thick hair, he glared at Molly. “I must really love you to put up with them,” he informed her grimly as he listened to Sami and Mannie laughing in the hallway.
Reaching for the sheet, Molly covered her body as Devil shoved up from the bed and reached for the jeans he’d discarded on her bedroom floor the night before. Licking her lips as she watched his firm ass slowly disappear behind a layer of denim, she sighed. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”
Looking at her over his shoulder, Devil’s teeth gleamed as he smiled. “Repeatedly,” he qualified. “You’ll make it up to me repeatedly.”
“I’m getting the bucket!” Vivian warned impatiently through the door.
“I’m coming, woman! Christ!” Devil shouted, shooting a hateful look toward the door. “Let a man get his pants on!”
Molly couldn’t help her laughter as Devil stabbed his arms into the shirt he’d draped over her armchair. Vivian sighed heavily outside the door before they heard her footsteps retreat down the hallway, muttering about horny hotheaded men and their unquenchable thirst for sex.
“I swear, Molly, I thought it was Samantha that was the woman to watch carefully in that group of yours. Not Viv!”
“It’s always the quiet ones that you should fear the most,” Molly returned with a grin. “Vivian is as determined as my mom that today goes off without a hitch. You are screwing with Vivian’s well-laid plans. Nobody screws with Viv’s plans, Devil. Not even you.”
Devil shook his head as he approached the bed and bent to kiss her. “Sort her out before I kill her, sweetheart. I’d hate for you to lose a bridesmaid because I strangled the life out of her. I’ll tolerate a lot, but being kicked out of your bed isn’t going to win her a place in my heart.”
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ing his lower lip, Molly shook her head. “You’ll let her live because you love me and I love her,” she replied, unworried. “Besides, I think we’ve practiced our wedding vows enough. A few hours of sexual frustration won’t hurt you.”
“I had over a year of frustration, thank you very much, and it throbbed like a bitch,” he retorted, pressing his closed mouth against hers in a hard kiss before straightening and striding toward the bedroom door.
“I’ve been worth the wait, haven’t I?” Molly asked with a shrug and a wink as she wrapped her arms around her bent legs and rested her chin on her knees, watching him reach for the doorknob.
Devil’s eyes darkened as he turned his head to look at her, his hand freezing on the door handle. “Every fucking second, Molly. You were worth every fucking miserable second I waited. It was a bargain when you consider the lifetime of happy I’m gonna get in return.”
Swallowing hard at the heat in his eyes and the passion in his voice, Molly blinked back unexpected tears. Oh, he had to go before she did something crazy like launch herself across the room at him and tackle him to the floor.
“You cry and I’m gonna have to come over there and comfort you, babe,” Devil kept going in that smooth, sexy drawl of his. “I think we both know how that’ll turn out, so I’m not gonna argue.”
Quickly blinking to clear her tearful eyes, Molly smiled at him. “Nice try. But it isn’t gonna work. Get out of here,” she ordered with a watery smile, jabbing a finger at the door.
Lips quirking up at her statement, Devil chuckled. “I love you. See you later.”
“You will. I’ll be the one in the long white dress holding an entire flower garden in my hand,” she assured him gently. Watching him slowly nod, she held her breath until he was out of the room with the door closed softly behind him.
Biting her lip, Molly forced herself to breathe deeply. She’d always heard that saying about a heart filled with so much love it threatened to burst.
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