Devil’s Vengeance (Devil’s Disciples MC #6)

Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26

CHASE

I was fucking wrecked. It was nearly a week after Trick tried to hurt Mariah, and I’d seen no signs of him. I went with her every morning to the library, hung out until she was done, then headed to Lacey’s club for work before getting a few hours of sleep and starting all over. The lack of sleep was getting to me. I knew I could probably leave Mariah alone at the library. Trick wasn’t stupid enough to attack her in broad daylight, but after he threatened her, I couldn’t let her out of my sight. He’d proven how far he’d go to get to me. I couldn’t let my guard down.

Thankfully, tonight Lacey was off. She took at least one night a week off to spend more time with her old man, which meant I could get some decent shut eye for once. I dropped face first onto the mattress, ignoring Mariah’s snicker as she bustled around.

“Stubbornness biting you in the ass?” she queried, sitting on the edge of the bed as she took off her shoes. I opened one eye to glare at her, but it only made her laugh.

“I told you to go home and rest. I can handle my job without you babysitting me.”

I made a face. “I’m not babysitting you. I’m watching out for you. You heard him. He’s targeting you to get to me. I’m not going to let him hurt you.”

Her face softened a little. She rested on her elbow next to me, propping her head up with her hand. “I appreciate that. Honestly. But I’m worried about you. Running yourself ragged isn’t going to make any of this any easier. You need more sleep.”

I wanted to tell her not to worry about me. But honestly, it felt good that someone cared. I had my brothers in the club who would back me up in a fight, but none of them would give a shit if I was sleeping well. I stopped talking to my parents after Hannah died, the guilt was too much to face anyone in that town, so I didn’t have any family. Mariah’s resolve to support me was a first in years. It was nice.

Giving in a little, I rolled onto my side to face her better, tucking my arm under my head. “What I need is time. If I had more of it, I could find Trick and handle him. Then you wouldn’t be living in limbo and I could focus on my job like usual. There isn’t enough damn time in the day.”

She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “Yeah. I can understand that. How about… What if I take a few days off? I can’t swing much, I took ten days after I was taken to get my head on straight, but I have a few extra days saved up. I can at least give you a long weekend to do whatever it is that you need to do.”

It stunned me that she was willing to go out of her way to help me. Her taking a few days off would help a lot. It would give me a chance to find Trick during the day while the club was busy, and fucking end him before he got anywhere near Mariah again. I was so blown away by her offer, I didn’t even think before leaning forward to capture her lips. She seemed startled, but warmed up quickly and pressed in to meet me halfway. My free hand settled on her neck, stroking her pulsepoint as I teased her tongue with mine.

My blood lit on fire, and what was supposed to be a show of appreciation quickly turned feral. All the bullshit in the back of my head telling me to back off to protect her was banished without a second thought. It didn’t matter anymore. She was already in too deep. I could protect her better by keeping her next to me than by pushing her away. And I was tired of denying myself what I really wanted.

When I rolled her underneath me, she hummed this appreciative sound, running her hands up my chest under my shirt. Her bravado made me grin. I was an idiot when I assumed she’d be shy just because she was a librarian. She was anything but. Once the shock wore off, she fought for control of the kiss, smirking at me when I pressed a little harder against her neck to pin her to the bed.

“Don’t start with me, woman.”

“Or what?” she teased, lifting an eyebrow at me.

I tightened my hold a little in warning, but she didn’t fight me on it. Hell, she seemed into it, if the hooded look she was giving me was anything to go by. I shook my head with a chuckle.

“You’re trouble.”

She made that humming sound again, running her nails gently up my back. “Only when I want to be.”

I wanted to ask how often she wanted to be. Wanted to know more. To know every damn thing about her. But she wasn’t looking to chat right now, and I was easily convinced to focus on something else when she lifted her head enough to sink her teeth into my bottom lip just hard enough to tease me. I dove back in for another kiss, but I didn't stay there long. She had too many damn clothes on and I wasn’t going to waste any time with her. Who knew when I’d be called down by Prez to deal with something else? We hadn’t figured out anything about the rumors yet. Shit could go down at any minute.

Sitting back on my heels, I shrugged off my cut and pulled my shirt off, tossing it out of my way. Mariah bit her lip, giving me an appreciative once over that I answered with a grin before going after her clothes next. It was the librarian outfit that always made me see her as innocent. Button ups and skirts, modest dresses, fucking tights. She looked nothing like a sweetbutt when she went to work every day. And fucking hell, it was hot. Today she had a pinstripe button up and a long skirt that I couldn’t stop thinking about lifting to see what hid underneath it. I ducked down, trailing my tongue along her skin as I unbuttoned the shirt. She arched her back, encouraging me, and when I pulled it open enough to tease along the edge of her bra, she moaned and twisted her fingers in my hair.

Tugging her hands free, I put them up above her head, giving her a pointed look. She looked torn for a second between behaving and pressing her luck, but I distracted her by sucking her nipple through the lacy material of her bra. She gasped and moaned, the sounds going straight to my dick. I considered myself pretty patient dealing with the women of the crew all the time, but Mariah was seriously testing my limits making noises like that.

I lifted her long enough to tug the shirt free, flicking open her bra at the same time. When I dragged it down her arm with one finger, she huffed out a laugh and rolled her eyes.

“Show off.”

My grin was smug when I said, “You haven’t even seen half of what I can do, gorgeous.”

Hooking her ankle behind my knee, she twisted in a smooth move that ended up with me on my back and her straddling me. She raised an eyebrow smugly.

“Same goes for you, handsome. You should probably stop underestimating me.”

That was for fucking sure. That was hotter than hell. I let her keep her spot for now, mostly because it gave me access to those gorgeous mile long legs. I ran my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt out of my way, devouring every inch of her I exposed. It was like unwrapping the sexiest present I’d ever received.

“These should be illegal,” I murmured, trailing my fingers along the tights. I thought they’d go all the way up, but they stopped mid thigh and were topped with a lace bit that was connected to fucking garters. Now that I knew they were there, it was going to make it significantly harder to keep my hands off her at work.

“Guess I’ll finally fit in with you then, won’t I?”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I had a comeback all lined up, but my hands swept backward to cup her ass and I got distracted by the uninterrupted skin. Fuck. What kind of librarian wears a thong?

Deciding I was missing too much with her clothes on, I flipped us again and moved enough to pull the skirt off her. Sure enough, she wore a sexy see through thong and garters attached to those tights. She was like every man’s wet dream and she was lying in my bed, giving me a heated look that said she was down for whatever I had in mind. And damn, I had a lot in mind.

Trailing my finger along her sex through the see through material, I raised an eyebrow at her. “What are the chances I can get you to take these off and leave the rest of it on?”

Her smile grew and drew me to her like a moth to a flame. I captured the expression with my mouth, tangling my tongue with hers. Fuck. All my ideas had to wait. I needed inside her. Right fucking now.

Going years without a hookup except for that one drunken night a few weeks back didn’t leave me with a lot of patience.

Stretching to my nightstand, I grabbed a condom without breaking the kiss. I yanked my jeans and boxers mid thigh, low enough for me to get my dick out, but I didn’t have the energy to wrestle my boots off, so I didn’t bother to go farther. I just wrapped my dick up and crawled back on top of her, tugging the soaked material of her panties out of the way so I could line myself up properly.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she seemed into it, wrapping her legs around my hips as I pushed inside her. Just like the last time, it was fucking perfect. She was tight and hot and so damn wet, it made the glide smooth as hell. I drew my hips back and thrust in again, biting back a groan.

“Fuck, you must’ve fallen from heaven or something to end up so goddamn perfect.”

She moaned, throwing her arms around my neck to draw me closer. I let her for a minute, fucking her mouth with my tongue in cadence with my hips snapping against hers. I was an asshole for not dragging it out for her, but she didn’t sound disappointed. And when my hand slid up and rested on her neck again, she arched into it, encouraging me.

I squeezed experimentally, but not for more than a second. Breath play was fucking serious, and I wasn’t doing shit without her permission.

“Yes or no, sweetheart?”

She nodded quickly, her eyes hooded and lust filled. “Yes.”