Satan's Revenge (5 page)

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, when they both look at me questioningly. “It’s just you both do that…arrange each bite so carefully.”

“Oh, really?” Drifter asks, glancing at Marcus’s fork.

“It’s just that it tastes best that way…you get a little bit of each food,” Marcus explains.

“Exactly,” Drifter confirms.

“Right, of course,” I reply, trying to wipe the grin off my face.

“You know,” Marcus says, “I also picked up this bottle of Knob Creek while I was out. Should we do a little tasting?”

“I don’t know…” I demur.

“Come on,” Marcus says, “It’s Friday…you have work tomorrow?”

“Well, sometimes I do on weekends…but not tomorrow,” I admit.

Drifter smiles at me. We’ve both been working so hard lately…I guess it has been a little while since we just had a fun night.

Four “tastings” later and I am more than buzzed. Actually, I am lying on the carpet in the living room trying to get the dogs to stop licking my face.

Drifter and Marcus have completely overtaken me, drink-wise. I try to do the math of how much larger Drifter is than me.

“Forty percent or more…right?” I say out loud.

“What?” Drifter asks, looking at me dumbfounded.

“You’re like that much bigger than me, so you can drink that much more than me, and that’s why you’re up there,” I point to the table, where he and Marcus are still sitting, “and I’m down here.”

Marcus and Drifter look at each other and burst out laughing.

“You laughing at me?” I ask narrowing my eyes at them.

“I would never,” Drifter replies, grinning at me.

“You’re laughing at me,” I accuse him, standing up.

“Uh-oh. I recognize that face,” Drifter says, eyeing me nervously. “Violet, whatever you’re about to do…maybe don’t.”

He knows me well. I jump forward and grab the half-full bottle of bourbon and sprint out the back sliding door into the yard. The dogs run after me before Drifter and Marcus have time to register what I’m doing.

“Violet!” Drifter yells after me, laughing. “Get back here!”

The back yard is completely dark, save for some light from the moon, and I’m not wearing any shoes. I didn’t plan this too well. I slow down and the dogs trot next to me, feeling the dry grass poke between my toes. I glance back and see Drifter and Marcus silhouetted against the yellow light from the house.

“Violet, do you even have shoes on?” Drifter calls out.

I giggle. I get in this mood sometimes when I’ve been drinking, I feel so antsy, like there’s fire in my blood. I stroll further into the darkness and take a swig from the bottle. The fiery liquid burns as it courses down my throat and settles in my belly. I take a deep breath, the scent of the night and dry earth flooding my senses.

I hear movement from the house and glance behind me. Drifter and Marcus have split up and are fanning out from the door. Probably in an effort to trap me and get their precious liquor back. I smile and click my tongue softly to the dogs. They expect me to run, but I’m going to hide.

I duck behind a line of scraggly bushes on the side of our property, near the fence. We had it planted right after we moved in so Kalb and Scout could run around out here without running away. I settle back against the wood slats. The dogs stand next to me, breathing their dog breath in my face, until I pat the ground. They lie down with a huff and Scout puts his head in my lap.

I take another sip of the Knob Creek and look around the yard for the Burrell brothers. I can just see Marcus approaching from about 20 feet away, the grey moonlight reflecting off of his light grey t-shirt. I wonder where he went today.

I lay my free hand on Kalb’s stomach so that he doesn’t move and give me away. Now I can see Drifter circling around to meet Marcus. They end up just ten feet from where I’m sitting.

“Where is she?” Marcus asks.

“She’ll turn up,” Drifter says, and I can hear a smile in his voice. “At least we’re at home.”

“She does this a lot?” Marcus asks.

“Every now and then, usually if things have been quiet, and usually following shots. One time at the Station I lost track of her and found her an hour later sitting on top of the roof on the building next door.”

“So you’re not the only runner in the relationship,” Marcus says, and I can hear an undercurrent of bitterness in his voice. I reflexively pet Kalb’s stomach to keep him quiet, aware now that I’m overhearing a private conversation.

There’s a silence between the brothers.

“I…I’ve tried to…” Drifter murmurs. “You know that I…”

“Fuck, it was just an observation, man,” Marcus says, cutting him off with a harsh laugh. “Some people get lucky, some people don’t, you know?”

Scout whines softly, and turns his head on my lap to look at me. I wince. Bad timing, Scout.

“Violet?” Drifter asks.

“You found me…” I say, trying to keep my voice light, as though I haven’t overheard whatever strained conversation they’ve just been having.

I stand up slowly, shedding the dogs, my giddiness gone now.

“I’m winded,” I say, trying to fill the awkwardness in the air. “You guys wanna split the rest of the ice cream in the freezer?”

A few minutes later I’m curled up next to Drifter on the couch. Marcus shook his head at the offer of ice cream and went to bed. Drifter is staring moodily at the TV while I quietly spoon Rocky Road into my mouth, wondering if I should bring up the conversation he had with Marcus. I decide against it. I told him I would trust him, so if he wants to talk any more about it, he will.

I lean into his neck and kiss him softly. He absentmindedly strokes my thigh, and I shiver at his touch.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” I whisper.

He smiles a little sadly at me. “I’m just going to stay up a little longer,” he replies. “You go ahead. I’ll be right in.”

“Sure,” I say, a little taken aback. I can’t remember the last time Drifter wasn’t in the mood. If there ever was a last time. “Goodnight,” I whisper, and kiss him softly on the cheek, his beard tickling my lips.

The bed is big and empty without him. I stretch my arm out onto his side so I’ll feel when he comes to bed, but I’m asleep before he does.

Chapter Five

I wake up slowly, blinking in the soft morning light filtering through the white curtains in the bedroom. I smile as I feel Drifter’s hand on my hip, his thumb running back and forth across the sheet, gently waking me up.

“Morning,” I murmur, looking up at him.

“Morning,” he smiles back at me. His bad mood from last night seems to be gone. “You feeling OK?”

“Yeah, the ice cream helped,” I reply, knowing he’s asking me if I’m hung over. My eyes flick up and down his body and I frown. He’s fully dressed in his riding gear. “What’s going on?”

“Flint just needs me to go on a short run,” he says. “Probably just overnight. Be back tomorrow evening. Sorry, I know this was our first day off together in a while.”

“It’s OK,” I reply. First rule of being a good old lady: don’t come between a Son and his club business. I turn over onto my back and run my hand over his cheek. He glances down and his mouth twitches. I follow his eyes and realize I slept naked last night, and am completely exposed.

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, running his hand between my breasts and down my stomach. “You are making this very difficult.”

I still under his firm hand. He locks eyes with me and continues his hand’s trajectory southward. I gasp as he crests over my mound, his middle finger plunging into my slit. He pulls it up against my g-spot and begins to circle his thumb around my clit as he stares at me. My mouth drops open in pleasure and wanting.

I see him glance at the bedside clock. Oh god, please don’t let him have to leave me hanging. He looks back at me with a crooked smile.

“I’ll have to make it quick…” he warns me. He presses another finger inside of me, and begins to circle them around. He licks his lips, knowing I’m already on the edge and could never say no to him.

Without another word, I reach over and press my hand firmly over his crotch, feeling his hard cock already waiting, pressing against his fly. He stands up, unzipping his black jeans and pulling them down to his ankles, along with his boxers. I grab his huge member in my right hand, feeling myself get even wetter at the sight of his manhood. He groans as I run my hand up and down his shaft.

I don’t need any more foreplay, and I know he doesn’t either. I just want to feel him inside me, right now. I sit up and slide to the middle of the bed, then sink forward onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air, waiting for him. I look back over my shoulder at him and he sinks one knee, then the other, onto the bed, making his way over to me.

I turn my head back around and close my eyes, waiting for him. I feel him slide his hand over my ass crack and then once again inside me. He pushes a finger inside me, and I hear him groan.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet already.”

He pulls his finger out of me, and then his hands are on the insides of my thighs, pulling my knees farther apart. I sink down on my elbows, biting my lip in anticipation.

He doesn’t keep me waiting long. I feel his tip at my slit. He has cock in his hand, and he works it around my opening, then slides it along to my clit, circling around me.

“Oh, Drifter,” I moan.

He moves back up, and I gasp as he slowly pushes himself inside me. His hands move to my hips, grasping me, pulling me back against him.

“Ahhhh,” he sighs, in relief, in pleasure, as his cock reaches its depth. I walk my knees back in until my thighs are pressed tightly against each other, squeezing his shaft tightly inside me. He grunts and pulls almost all the way back out, then thrusts back in, hard.

I cry out as he slams into me, bracing myself as best as I can on the mattress. He reaches around me with one hand and flicks my clit back and forth aggressively. He pulls out again and slams back in. He thrusts in and out hard now, and his hands move up to my breasts. I feel my nipples against his palms as he massages them, and I press my hips back against him.

One of his hands disappears and I feel it a moment later against my ass. He slips a finger into my ass and I cry out. He groans and thrusts against me even harder. I feel an orgasm building inside me quickly, and the pleasure is so overwhelming that my arms collapse. I fall onto my stomach and he lands on top of me, not missing a beat. His hands move under me and grasp my shoulders from below, pulling me against him still. His legs are on the outside of mine, and he thrusts inside me again. He is going so deep, the pleasure is so intense that it’s painful.

I grit my teeth as his cock drives into me. My world begins to spin as he hits my g-spot again and again. Our cries mix together as we come at the same time. I see stars against my closed eyelids and I’m lost in pleasure.

His beard rubs softly against my cheek, bringing me back to reality.

“Maybe I should stay,” he murmurs.

I smile. “I don’t know how Flint would feel about that.”

“Flint’s feelings are the last thing on my mind right now,” he replies as he dips his head and kisses the back of my shoulder.

“How about you leave now, but when you get back, I’ll wear that little leather corset for you.”

 “And that’s the image I’ll have in my head as I ride,” he smiles. I turn my head and he kisses me on the lips.

He sighs and pulls out of me, sliding off the bed.

“OK, I’ll see you soon,” he says, as he zips up his fly. I turn over again as he walks toward the bedroom door. “Hey, tell Marcus I said goodbye. I didn’t want to wake him.”

I nod, and see him look down and smile as he opens the door. He holds it open for a moment, and Kalb and Scout run into the room and jump on the bed with me.

“Love you,” he calls softly as he shuts it behind him.

“Love you, too. Be safe,” I reply, as Kalb and Scout curl up on the sheets, making themselves completely at home.

I fall back to sleep with the two dogs breathing next to me, exhausted both from my early morning romp with Drifter, and from my recent work schedule. It feels so nice to be able to sleep in a little.

I wake up to the sound of scratching at the door. I glance at the clock. It’s almost 11AM. Scout is at the door, wanting to be set free. I wrap a terrycloth robe around myself and finally get out of bed. The dogs follow me down the hall and into the living room, where I open the door to let them out into the yard. A breeze flows into the house. The wind feels a little stronger than usual, the air a little heavier.  Scout and Kalb feel it, too. I watch them stop and raise their snouts in the air, closing their eyes to absorb the detailed scents.

I slide the door shut and decide to make French toast for myself, which feels very decadent to do for one person. No sign of Marcus yet. After I make it, I grab the syrup from the fridge and sit down at the table. Now that Drifter took down the adjoining wall, I can see the TV from here, though that was not at all the point of the renovation. I click it on and bypass the news shows to watch something that will ease my fried brain. HGTV is good for that, especially since I feel like I’m understanding some of what Drifter does at his job.