Page 23 of Creed (Satan’s Fury MC- Little Rock #6)

“War’s war, baby.”

She lunged forward and fired at me, but I ducked behind the sofa, laughing as water splattered against the leather. “You can’t hide forever!”

“You sure about that?”

I raised my hand and started firing, shooting water in random waves across the living room. I heard her gasp and knew I’d gotten her again. “Oh, that’s it!”

She charged the sofa and started shooting, and she didn’t stop until she knew she’d gotten me. I held up my hands and shouted, “Okay. Okay! Truce!

“Okay, truce. But this isn’t over.”

I dropped my gun, charged her, and wrapped my arms around her. “You were early.”

“Ac-tu-ally , I was right on time.” We walked into the kitchen, and she gave me one of her looks as she added, “You said six-thirty, and it’s six-thirty.”

“Well, look at you being all punctual and shit.” I gave her a smirk. “Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

“Hey, I’m always on time.”

“Oh, yeah?” I walked over and dropped my hands to her waist. “What about this past Saturday when you were twenty minutes late to dinner?”

“That was Austin’s fault. He couldn’t find his shoes.”

“And Tuesday when you were forty-five minutes late for dinner at your own house?”

“Class ran over. You can’t really hold that against me. A couple of the kids needed some clarification on arresting procedures.”

“Which could’ve been an email.”

“An email is never as effective as…”

Before she could finish her thought, I brought my hand up to her jaw and tilted her head in my direction, giving me full access to her mouth. She didn’t resist when I crashed my lips against her, silencing her with a kiss that had her letting out a needful moan.

I used my thumb to tilt her head away from me, breaking the kiss, and chuckled, “You best watch it, woman, or you’ll end up in the bedroom instead of at the dinner table.”

“Hmmm, the dinner table could be fun.”

“Ah, hell.”

Before she had a chance to sass me further, I knelt and tossed her over my shoulder as she let out a screech. “Jameson!”

“No fussing!” I reached up and gave her rear a firm pop. “The kitchen table was your idea.”

As soon as we reached the table, I lowered Devin’s feet to the floor, and she quickly unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. “You have a habit of messing with my dinner plans.”

“You complaining?”

“Fuck no.”

I lowered my hands to her hips and reached for her lace panties, giving them a firm tug and ripping them from her legs.

Desire flashed through her eyes as I lifted her up onto the table.

Her eyes locked on mine as she leaned back and waited as I eased her leg over my shoulder and lowered my mouth between her thighs.

She inhaled a deep breath when the bristles of my beard brushed against her soft skin, and a loud moan slipped through her lips the second my tongue raked across her smooth center.

Hungry for more, I spread her trembling legs wider and began to devour her.

“Damn, baby. You taste like fucking heaven.”

Devin’s breath became uneven and hitched as I slipped my finger deep inside her. Focused and unrelenting, I teased her G-spot with a slow and steady rhythm. Her hips inched forward as she tensed around me, and goosebumps prickled across her skin.

Loving how her body responded to my touch, I continued teasing and tormenting her clit as she writhed beneath me. Overcome by her impending release, Devin’s hips lifted from the table, begging me to give her more.

Damn.

Nothing turned me on more than watching her come undone. I

couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her. Disappointment flashed through her eyes when I stepped back, but the lust returned the second she saw that I was unbuckling my jeans. Anticipation marked her face as she watched me roll on a condom and quickly step back between her legs.

Her eyes were fixed on mine as I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the table. Fuck . She looked so damn beautiful sprawled out on that table, bare and waiting for me with that wanton look in her eyes. I couldn’t imagine wanting her more.

I brushed my cock against her slick center and nearly lost it.

Inhaling a full breath, I tried to calm the storm raging inside me, but my woman was eager for more.

She wrapped her legs around me and forced me deep inside.

I froze. She felt too fucking good. As I slowly withdrew, I looked down at her and asked, “You like having my cock inside you?”

Devin managed a slight nod and muttered, “God, yes.”

A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again, each time a bit faster and unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back, and she shouted, “Oh my God!”

As much as I loved having her this way, I wanted more.

I needed to feel her, touch every inch of her gorgeous body, so I withdrew and stepped back.

I carefully lifted her from the table and lowered her feet to the floor.

Like she could read my mind, she turned to face the table and slowly leaned forward.

She glanced over her shoulder, and her eyes locked on mine as she waited for me to take her from behind.

I dropped my hands to her waist and raked my cock against her, teasing her.

She let out a needful moan just before I drove deep inside her.

I slowly withdrew and drove into her again and again.

My rhythm was firm and rocked the table with every thrust, but she took what I had to give without complaint.

When her knees grew weak, she placed her hands on the sides of the table and braced herself as she shouted, “Jameson!”

There was something about hearing her call out my name that sent a jolt right through me. I burned for her. Hell, every fucking inch of me was consumed by her, and I knew I’d never feel this way for anyone else.

Devin was mine— all mine —heart and soul.

Shifting her hips ever so slightly, she took me even deeper.

I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her orgasm started to take hold.

My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me.

I damn near lost it when she started spasming against me and cried out, “Jameson! Jameson! I’m… I’m…!”

“That’s right. Come for me, baby.”

I thrust forward, repeatedly driving inside her. She was so fucking hot, so tight, and it was all too much. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.

“ Fuckkk! ” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release. My fingers dug into her hips as I guided her forward in a feverish rhythm until I came deep inside of her. We both stilled, fighting to catch our breaths, and after several moments, our heartbeats began to slow.

“Now, that’s my kind of dinner.”

“I’d say more of an appetizer.” Looking slightly dazed and completely sated, a sexy smile spread across her gorgeous face. “That is, if you have another go in you.”

“Hell, yeah.” I glanced down at my cock still buried deep inside her. “I could go again right fucking now.”

“Well, I need a minute, and a drink… and maybe some dinner.”

“I can hook you up.” I glanced down at the table and said, “I’ll have to move some things around first.”

I withdrew and tossed my condom in the trash. Devin collected her things from the floor and darted out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”

I zipped my fly and eased the table and chairs back in place before heading over to the stove.

I was pleased to see that the pasta wasn’t burnt all to hell and even looked edible.

The bread was a little dark around the edges, but after the snack I’d just had, I didn’t mind a bit and doubted Devin would care much either.

When I spotted her coming back into the kitchen, I announced, “The bread burned a little.”

“That’s okay. I like burnt toast.”

“Oh, it’s not like that burnt-to-a-crisp toast you fix for breakfast every morning. This is just a little brown around the edges.”

“Then, it’s not burnt.”

“Well, it’s not ‘not burnt’ either. I was just warning ya.”

“I have two kids, Jameson. I’ll eat stale Doritos and frozen chicken nuggets all day long. I don’t care about toast that’s a little too brown.”

“Noted.” I winced as I said, “But I gotta tell ya, frozen chicken nuggets are a hard no for me.”

“You say that now.” She giggled. “Wait until you have two kids underfoot twenty-four-seven.”

She said it so matter of fact, like she hadn’t just stopped my world from turning on its axis. I considered telling her that I loved her. The words were sitting right there on the tip of my fucking tongue. It wasn’t like I hadn’t said them to her before, but the timing just wasn’t right.

I swallowed hard, hoping it would help the knot in my throat, before saying, “Sounds good to me.”

“Um-hmm.” She gave me a wink. “Why don’t you feed me before your delusions sink in more than they already have?”

“You got it.”

I made us both a plate while Devin poured us both a glass of wine. We decided to go simple and just ate at the bar. When we were done, we cleaned up the dishes and poured another glass of wine. I wasn’t in the mood to watch TV, so I asked, “What about a fire?”

“A fire sounds great.”

I grabbed the bottle of wine, and we made our way outside. Devin set up our chairs while I got the fire started. I threw a few logs into the pit, and it didn’t take long for the fire to engulf them. We sat back and watched the flames dance around.

It was nice.

Peaceful and quiet.

I don’t know how long we’d been sitting there when Devin announced, “I was attacked.”

“What?”

“It was why I quit the force.” Before I could respond, she added, “I made some rookie mistakes that I never should’ve made, and it cost me. It cost my partner, too.”

I didn’t push.