Devil's Girl: Dust Bowl Devils MC (20 page)

He didn’t leave me hanging long. His hand came down on my ass with a loud
smack.
I yelped, then asked, “Shall I count, Sir?”

“No.” He struck again. I fisted the blankets; he gently massaged me where he’d struck and said, “Shh, easy.” I leaned into his touch. “Tell me why you’re being punished.”

“Disobedience. Sir.”

Two more quick blows had me gasping and panting, my head hanging down between my arms. I tried to remember that we were in a motel, not in a soundproofed room, and bit back yelps. He ran his hands along the smooth skin of my ass, soothing away the sting. I expected him to strike again, but his fingers slid between my thighs and sought the heat and wetness there.

"I'll be good, sir, please."

"Do you have any idea how hard it makes me when you say that?" he growled.

"Show me." I wiggled my ass enticingly. "Or..." I remembered something he'd said what felt like a long time ago. Something he wanted to do.

"Or what?"

"You said you'd like to tie me up. I think I'd like it, too."

He muttered something under his breath. He caressed the globes of my ass again as he considered it. I waited patiently though my heart raced. "I don't deserve you."

My heart stuttered. Was he going to back off again? He moved away from the bed and rummaged for something in his clothes.

When he returned with his belt, I internally rejoiced.

There was nothing to tie me to on the bed - just a flat, solid headboard - so he bound my wrists behind my neck so my elbows were sticking up and out. Not the most glamorous position, but we were in too much of a rush to care about aesthetics.

He guided me onto my back. I tested the thin leather restraint - it had a little give, but was pretty secure as far as I could tell.

"Spread your knees." His eyelids were heavy, his voice an octave deeper. I felt it rumbling through my bones. I parted my legs, revealing my flushed and swollen pussy to his heated gaze. "Beautiful." He gripped my inner thighs and opened me further. Dampness trickled, and he licked his lips.

His warm hands roamed my inner thighs. "Do you enjoy being bound like this?"

"I do," I breathed. Being so helpless and so open before him was oddly liberating. I was just his to use as he pleased. I didn't have to worry about being entertaining, showing him a good time. I didn't have to worry about being hurt - at least, hurt more than I liked. I was just his, and safe.

He ran a finger slowly through my slit, taking my wetness and spreading it. I shivered. When his finger brushed my clit, I thought I would explode with need.

A grin lit up his face at the mewling sound I made. Then his fingers dug into my thighs and his head dipped between my legs. His tongue licked between my folds, quickly, briefly, making me cry out when it withdrew. But then he found my clit and moved over and around it with teasing flicks, each light touch more electrifying than the last. I tried to arch my back, to lift my hips and press against him, but he held me pinned to the mattress.

My breath stopped with each tiny touch. I thought I’d go mad - but then he slid a finger between my swollen lips and inside my needy channel. I yelped with surprise. One finger, then two, he slid in and out of me with his mouth latched to my clit. His tongue teased it with a soft touch, then with firmer strokes, keeping me guessing. Every nerve was on edge.

I pulled on the belt that bound my arms again, longing to grab him and pull him closer, to urge him on. But all I could do was give myself over to the pleasure he gave me at the pace he chose. I could feel my climax building - a delicious ache right at my core - but Theo backed off at the signs of its approach, lapping at me with a lighter touch before bringing me closer to the edge again until I thought I would scream.

“Please,” I urged, “Please, you’re driving me crazy. Sir.” He growled with satisfaction at my words. His mouth closed over my clit and he sucked hard, as he thrust his fingers harder. I cried out as my insides convulsed around his fingers; my hips bucked and my body spasmed as I came. As he kept sliding in and out of me, I felt like it could go on forever.

I heard him kick his pants away while I stared at the ceiling and caught my breath. His face entered my vision as he moved over me. “Let me go?” I asked, tugging at the restraint again.

He cupped my chin planted a soft, tender kiss on my lips. “Soon,” he said. There was a longing in his eyes, like he wanted to say something else, but he looked down between us instead and ran the head of his cock up and down my wetness. My lips parted with a soft moan. He caught my eyes again as he pressed slowly and firmly into me, so hard and hot and thick, stretching me, filling me completely.

I loosed a sound somewhere between a deep moan of pleasure and a sigh of relief; I felt like I’d been waiting for this for ages. My pussy contracted around him as he squeezed and nibbled my breasts, sucking on one nipple and then the other as he let me adjust to his size.

Finally, once I was a writhing, trembling mess, he moved. He adjusted his position so with each stroke, he brushed against my clit. I moaned again and yanked at the belt, desperate to feel my arms around him. He pumped with hard and controlled thrusts, his deep brown eyes boring down into mine, the heat and the passion mingling with disbelief. He leaned down and kissed me; as his tongue slid against mine, he reached behind me and unbuckled the belt, setting my hands free. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders like I was drowning.

I couldn’t hold back the tiny whimpers that rose in my throat. He increased the pace and force of his surges, filling me over and over. The whimpers became long moans against his neck, my nails digging into his back. I was close again; my hips tilted and lifted with a mind of their own; I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him deeper, as deep as he could go. He groaned and nipped my ear. “Come for me, Ivy” he growled. His finger slid against my clit. “Come for me again.”

My wails filled the room as my body obeyed; lights exploded behind my eyes as great spasms enveloped me. My body jerked as my pussy contracted around him, squeezing him, milking him, taking him over with me. Every jerk of his cock sent another wave of pleasure through me. His breaths hitched in my ear as he came, his whole body stiff and tense above mine until finally, he slid out of me, rolled onto his side and pulled me close.

We were both sweaty and panting and unable to speak for several long moments. But there was nowhere else to be, nothing else to worry about, and finally, after so long, we could both relax. He stroked my back as we came back to earth.

“They blacked out your tattoo,” he said when he finally caught his breath. I’d nearly forgotten.

“Yeah. Wasn’t so happy about that.” The “Property of the Dust Bowl Devils” mark had been earned - they didn’t get to just take that from me.

“Do you want to have it replaced?”

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. I knew what I wanted to do - I wanted to stay with Theo, wherever he went - but if that still wasn’t an option, I had no plan b in mind. I took a deep breath. “There’s only one Devil I want to belong to.”

He tensed, and I braced myself to be rejected again. But instead he said, “You could bring yourself to forgive me?”

I propped myself up on my elbow. His face was twisted with pain. My heart ached for him - I reached out and smoothed the lines away. “If it wasn’t me, it would have been some other girl. There
were
a bunch of other girls. You didn’t make Viper what he was. None of this was your fault.”

His eyes slid from mine. His expression darkened. “So you say.”

“Yeah. So
I
say.” I took his hair in my hand and shook him, made him look at me. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, coiled and ready to jump and wondering
Hell, what’s the worst that could happen?
I jumped. “I love you, Theo. I think I’ve been falling for you since the minute we met. I don’t know if you remember, but I kept blushing and giggling like I’d lost my damn mind. I think this was inevitable.” I bit my tongue against the tide of words.
Quit babbling.

He muttered a curse and pulled me tight against his chest, tight enough that I could hear his racing heartbeat. “I remember,” he said. He blew out a breath. “Fuck. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

I pushed him back and made him face me again. “Then fucking earn it. I’m sick of hearing that.”

Finally, his face softened. A smile played at his lips. “You really don’t hold back a thing that you think, do you?” I shrugged. I
was
trying to hold back. My pulse pounded in my ears and I wasn’t sure I could trust myself to say anything more without babbling again out of fear. He seemed less upset, but I still didn’t know what he was thinking.

“Well, I talk too much,” I mumbled. I suddenly wanted to get dressed. I felt foolish. If he was going to give me the same old song and dance again, it was better if I got out of his arms; it would do me no good to hold on any longer.

But his hands closed around my arms, holding me beside him. “It started with the first thing you said to me,” he said, watching my eyes, “I was exhausted after chasing two monsters across the damn country, weary after pleading my case to Bill to let me go after them on his turf. I thought I would never catch them. They left a trail of carnage all the way from Pittsburgh. I was in a serious funk, and you… you teased me the minute I met you. I didn’t know how the hell to take it, but it was a serious bright spot while I was in a really low place.” I held my breath, afraid to interrupt him. He kissed me softly. “I love you, too,” he whispered. “Come home with me.”

My heart soared so high, I felt light-headed. I showered his face with kisses until he started laughing and held me out of reach. “That means you’ll come?”

“Yes!”

He wiped my cheek with his thumb. “I didn’t take you for a crier.”

I laughed, “I’m not!” I wiped my other cheek. Tears flowed freely, but I was still laughing.
Dammit. Even now I still have the most embarrassing reactions around him.
It didn’t matter though. He loved me and wanted to take me home with him. And home was a nice, long drive away.

I sat in the uncomfortable hospital seat with my feet tucked up under me, smiling until it hurt. Irish was up and moving and ready to be released into Dawn's care.

They'd be sharing my apartment.

"I'm gonna miss fighting it out with you at the bar, girly," Dawn said, wiping away a tear.

Irish grinned. "That round of Thunder will go down in club history."

I was leaving. Hitting the road. Going for a long drive. I would miss them both terribly, but I just couldn't stay.

"Sad you're gonna miss Irish's big night?" Bill appeared in the doorway, with Theo behind him in the hall. "Votes have been counted. You being made a full member."

Irish’s eyes went wide. Dawn squealed and jumped on him, giving him a big hug. He sank back down to sit on his bed.

"Thanks, Bill."

"Well. Been a long time coming. We're gonna need a new bartender, Ivy, if you'd consider changing your mind?"

"Hell, no," I said, though I smiled at the offer. I still had mixed feeling about what Bill had done - bringing everyone together by keeping them in the dark. Just because it had worked out didn't mean it was the right thing to do.

Still, I was happy for Irish. He was going to be okay - he had limited use of the hand, and his elbow would always be stiff, but he swore up and down that he'd be able to ride. To him, to any of them, that was what mattered most.

"I'm sorry I'll miss the party," I said. I caught Theo's eye over Bill's shoulder. He nodded. Time to go.

I made our goodbyes fast. Dawn and Irish both squeezed me tight. I promised Dawn that I'd keep in touch. Irish's hug lingered - it was still painful to remember his visit at the club, when he'd delivered the watch. I was so terrified at the time, in such an awful state, and he'd had no choice but to leave me there. "Be okay," he said into my ear. I nodded.

I shook hands with Bill, gave the room one last wave, and fled, gripping Theo's hand.

We were off - his mission complete, he was homebound, all the way back to the east coast where his own chapter of the Dust Bowl Devils waited.

There was no reason to rush, though. No reason not to stall in one place, take the scenic route through another. No reason not to just drive. Walking towards our vehicles, I felt like weights were being lifted, anxieties melting away. A new life called.