“You’re crazy.”
“Get used to it, because you’re stuck with me.” I slide my finger out of her and lick them clean. I unzip my jeans and she slips her hand into my boxers, wrapping her tiny fingers around my hard dick, stroking me.
I want to make love to her and I haven’t made love to a woman for over a decade.
“Teach me how to make love to you?”
“Um okay.” She sits up. “I want to ride your dick.”
I lie on the couch and she positions my cock to her entrance as she slides down on top of me.
“Shit, I can feel all of you,” she whispers. My dick hits her walls and I unzip her dress, tossing it onto the floor. I bring one of her nipples into my mouth and suck hard, tugging on it with my teeth. She moans my name as she slides up and down on my dick. I take the other nipple into my mouth and she says, “Don’t stop.”
I grab a fist full of her hair, kissing her softly, then she stops riding me, cupping both of my cheeks. “You make me feel alive.”
Then she continues to ride me and a several minutes later, I come in her pussy, then I slide out of her.
“Get on your hands and knees. It’s my turn to make you come.” Then I grip her hips, kissing her all the way down her back.
Roselyn
I CREEP OUT OF BED after Devious falls sound asleep. We made love three times and it’s in the middle of the night. I tiptoe to the living room, then I sit on the couch. Exhaling, I grab my laptop and set it on my lap, hitting the power button. It’s time for me to plan my escape and buy a ticket to London. I click on the browser button and start searching for flights. Lead weighs on my stomach and bile burns at my throat.
Do I really want to leave Devious? He has been kind to me and offered me his trust and here I am doing the very thing Shelby did to him, betraying him. My mouth goes dry and my hands tremble. I don’t want to leave Devious, because somewhere along the lines I fell in love with him. I don’t know when I fell, but I did. I close the laptop then I head to the kitchen, open the carton of milk, drinking from it. Inhaling, I glance out the small window and the security stroll around the property.
I feel Devious’s arms wrapped around my waist and he kisses my forehead.
“What are you doing up early this morning? Normally, you sleep until the afternoon.”
“I couldn’t get any sleep.”
“Does it have anything to do with last night?” His dick presses against my lower back.
I shake my head. “Partly. I realized something.”
He takes the carton of milk and chugs the rest.
“What is it?” He sets the empty carton in the trash can.
“I think I love you.”
His face lights up and he grabs my hips sitting me on the counter, my ass cheeks burn cold from the marble.
“You do?” Then he rested both of his heavy palms against the counter on each side of me.
“Yeah.”
“Do you love me?” I ask, anticipation eating at me as I wait for him to respond.
He twitches his mouth, glancing out the window and back out at me.
“It’s okay if you don’t.” Disappointment yields in my chest.
He doesn’t respond, instead he pulls me off the counter, and holds me like a baby.
“Go back to bed. We have three hours until I have to do a gun trade.”
I know people work at their own pace when it comes to love, but the fact he doesn’t say it back hurts.
“I can walk.”
“You’re light as a feather. I can carry you.”
Then he tosses me to the bed. Jealousy roars inside me. Maybe he’s still in love with Shelby. He’s still at war with the Irish mob. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to say it, because he knows it will hurt me. Tears well in my eyes, I’m stupid to fall in love with someone who is still in love with someone else. He pulls down his pants and I roll over on my side.
“I’m not horny,” I murmur, staring out the foggy window.
“Roselyn, what’s wrong?” he says, sliding next to me. I roll over on my side and face him.
“Nothing, my head hurts,” I lie and he knows I’m lying because his eyebrows are drawn together.
“If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” He shakes his head. “Do I have to fuck the truth out of you?”
“I said no. Leave me alone. I’m hormonal and I think I’m about to start my period.”
“Fine,” he bites out, getting out of bed, then he turns, staring at my abdomen area. “You’re two weeks late on your period.”
“How do you know when I start my period?”
“I mark it down on my calendar. You’re late. Are you pregnant?”
“No.”
“How do you know you’re not pregnant?”
“I don’t know, but I know I’m not.”
He cups my face, using his thumb to stroke my cheek. “I nut in you every single time I’ve fucked you and we fuck enough to populate the entire planet. Trust me when I say this. You might be pregnant.”
“I better not be pregnant, Devious.” I shoot him a condescending glare.
“Put on some clothes, we’re going to the drug store,” he says, tossing on his shirt.
On our way to the store, my mind is filled with possibilities. What if I am pregnant and he’s still in love with Shelby. Shit, why didn’t I make Devious wear a condom? Because I can’t make Devious do anything. Whatever he says goes. I should have begged for him to put me on birth control.
Devious pulls up to the small parking lot and unbuckles his seatbelt.
“Wait, right here. I’ll be in and out. Do not open the doors for anyone and there is a
