Filthy Devil (Dark Horse MC #6)

Chapter 13

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

JAMES

Packing my new things back in the same bags I brought them here in, I look around the small space and feel a bit… sad. I don’t know what the future holds in store for me, but this little place isn’t so bad. At least here, I’m alone. Even if the kitchen and food situation is a bit strained, I could make that work.

The door opens just as I’m stuffing my last T-shirt in a bag. Turning my attention toward the doorway, I watch as Nash saunters inside, carrying two cups with a bag dangling from two of his fingers.

“What’s this?” I ask.

His lips twitch into a smirk. “Muffins and coffee. They aren’t as good as my daughter-in-law’s, but I found a decent baker here.”

I don’t ask him about his daughter-in-law, even though that’s exactly what I want to do. I want to know everything about him. I want him to know everything about me, even if there isn’t much for me to tell. I’m not exciting in any way whatsoever.

Abandoning my plastic bags that are full of all my worldly possessions, I move toward him. He holds out one of his hands of coffee. “Didn’t know what you wanted, so I got you what the girl behind the counter suggested.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask.

I don’t tell him that what he’s done is probably the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard in my whole life. Lifting the cup to my lips, I let the aroma fill my nose, and I almost moan. It smells like absolute heaven.

“They said it’s a cookie butter latte, whatever the fuck that is. She also suggested almond milk, something about making it taste sweeter. I have no goddamn clue. I drink my coffee black.”

Of course, he drinks his coffee black. He probably chews on the grounds, too, for an extra boost. I take a sip and moan as my eyes slide closed. Because it might smell amazing, but it tastes heavenly. Slowly, I open my eyes again and give him a smile. It’s cozy and warm because that’s how this amazing drink makes me feel.

“Do you want to try it?” I ask.

He nods his head once, his eyes focused on me as they darken. “Yeah, sweetheart, I do.”

I hold out the coffee, and he plucks it from my hand and then places the muffins and both coffee cups on the kitchen counter before he closes the short distance between us. My breath hitches as he lifts his hands, cups my cheeks, and then his mouth is on mine.

Nash’s tongue invades my mouth, albeit a welcome invasion, and I open for him. His fingers grip my waist, and all thoughts of coffee and muffins vanish from the forefront of my brain. There is only him. And me—us.

My center is sore, but it aches for him again. I can’t get enough of this man, of the way he makes me feel—inside and out. I’ve never felt so beautiful, so desired, and so precious. I can’t even explain why, but that is how he makes me feel. I don’t know if it’s my mind playing tricks on me, but I hope it’s not. I hope this is going to last—forever.

Breaking the kiss, he lifts his head, his eyes dancing as he looks into mine. “You’re right. That coffee is fuckin’ great.”

Staring at him, completely and totally dazed, I have to think about his words, focus on them, because I forgot what he is talking about. Oh, my coffee, the heavenly one. I slide my tongue over my bottom lip, and my mouth curves up into a smile.

“Now, let’s eat these muffins before I eat you.”

Oh. My. God.

My thighs clench, and I decide I’m no longer hungry for food. I want him to eat me. Right this minute. To hell with the food. Biting the inside of my cheek, I resist all the urges inside of me to climb him like a tree and straddle his face.

“Sweetheart,” Nash rasps. His nostrils flare, and his gaze searches mine before he speaks. “You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll never get you moved out of here.”

I’ll stay forever if it means I’ll have him, all of him, all of the time because that’s what I want. This man, his smile, his eyes, his hands, his mouth, and most definitely his dick at my beck and call.

“You make that sound like a bad thing. Do we have to leave right this minute?” I ask.

His lips twitch into a smirk, and he shakes his head as if he finds me cute or something. I hope he does, forever. I like this, the little banter we have. The soft push and pull. The tenderness.

Because to me, he is just that. So damn tender. I want to keep him just like this, away from the world—just him and me. Reaching out, I slide my nails through the hair on his cheek, loving the way it feels.

Nash’s fingers curl around my wrist. “Not a fuckin’ teenager anymore, sweetheart. Give me a minute to recuperate. Let’s get you settled in, and then we’ll christen your room at the clubhouse.”

That idea sends a zing throughout my whole body, then settles in a warm, ooey-gooey ball at the bottom of my belly. “Okay,” I exhale.

Nash leans forward, and his lips touch mine in a gentle brush. Then he reaches toward the table, picks up the coffee, and hands it to me before he opens the bag and tears it in half, making a placemat of sorts.

The sight that greets me isn’t just a muffin. It’s a masterpiece. I’ve never seen anything so out-of-this-world gorgeous. I’m not even sure what kind of muffin it is, but it’s got a sugary crumble covering the top, along with a drizzle of some kind of frosting.

“Lemon,” Nash announces.

Lifting my head, I arch a brow. “Lemon?”

“The flavor. A lemon crumble or some shit. Gluten-free and looked the best.”

Reaching for one of the muffins, I take a pinch and bring it to my lips. The scent is beyond heavenly. I can smell the lemon instantly. And when it touches my tongue, my god… It’s the perfect mixture of tart and sweet wrapped up in one heavenly treat.

I don’t know what’s better, the coffee or the muffin.

“Okay,” I murmur, chewing on the perfect bakery good. “This place is amazing.”

Nash reaches for the other muffin, and I watch as he takes a huge bite, eating half in one go. Blinking, I watch as he chews, waiting for him to tell me it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth, but instead, he just shrugs a shoulder.

“Doesn’t hold a candle to Shawn’s stuff. But it’s okay.”

I cannot imagine what his daughter-in-law creates if this masterpiece doesn’t hold a candle to it. Then he blows my mind again with his next words.

“We keep going, and it keeps staying this good, I’ll take you back to Pineville, and you can meet Shawn and King.”

Pressing my lips together, I roll them as I inhale through my nose, then let it slowly out of my mouth. I want that as much as I don’t want that.

“Nash,” I whisper.

He grunts, his eyes focused on mine as he lifts his cup of coffee to his lips and takes a drink. He waits for me to speak, to ask my question. I am feeling very… uneasy. I’m not sure if I want to ask him this because once I do, it could end what we’ve just begun.

“What happens if they don’t like me? If they don’t accept me?” I ask.

I watch as he takes his coffee over to the table and chairs. I watch as he sinks down in a chair, and I follow suit, sitting across from him.

My words cause him to pause. I watch as he places his coffee down on the table and then leans back in his chair. When those blue eyes focus on me, I’m instantly consumed by them.

“That won’t be an issue. They’ll like you just fine, sweetheart. I wouldn’t introduce them to someone I didn’t know they’d love.”

I’m wary of his confidence on the subject. “I’m over thirty years younger than you, Nash. Let’s be realistic. They are not going to be okay with that.”

I watch as he leans forward, extends his arm, and wraps his fingers around mine, giving me a squeeze.

“Sweetheart, I can understand if the age difference bothers you, and once you’re safe, you can go off to find a man that fits you better. I also know that right now, you make me feel… everything, and I’m not ready to let that go.”

“It doesn’t bother me, Nash. Nothing about you bothers me.”

My words are firm because I truly believe them. Nothing about him bothers me. Not his gray hair, not his age, not his body, his face, his heart, and not the fact that he’s already killed two people for me in the short time I’ve known him.

I think that Nash could do almost anything, and I wouldn’t give two shits because I’m falling for him. Completely and madly head over heels. I don’t think I could ever feel this way about anyone else.

NASH

The radio station is set to classic rock, and I have no doubt that James knows none of these songs, but she doesn’t complain. I reach for the radio to change it, but she wraps her fingers around my wrist and lets out a hum.

“Don’t change it,” she murmurs. “I like music. I don’t care what kind it is.”

I don’t say anything, mainly because I’m not sure what to say. Instead, I move my hand to the steering wheel, and I drive. I don’t hear what’s on the radio. I don’t give a shit. All I can do is drive because if I don’t, I’m going to pull over and fuck her just for being goddamn amazing to my old ass.

“Nash,” James calls out.

I clear my throat but don’t verbally answer her. Instead, I continue to drive. Gripping the steering wheel, I try to control my fucking self. I can’t just pull over and fuck her right here and now. I’m not a kid. But when her hand reaches out, I feel her fingers gently slide along my forearm.

“Sweetheart?” I ask when she doesn’t continue.

Clearing her throat, she grips my forearm gently and then lets out a heavy sigh. “Don’t change a thing about yourself for me. Our age difference doesn’t define us. You want to put on eighties rock, I like that. Maybe I’ll put on current pop music for you tomorrow.”

Swerving the pickup to the side of the road, I throw it into Park and look over to her. Resting my wrist on the top of the steering wheel, I turn to look at her. Her words are sweet, but I don’t want to hear them.

“Our age difference ain’t fuckin’ shit, sweetheart.”

“But you keep saying that it is, and I want you to know that it doesn’t define us.”

Reaching across the truck, I slide my hands beneath her armpits and tug her toward me. Thankfully, she comes willingly and climbs across the cab of the truck. Straddling my thighs, she leans back against the wheel, tipping her chin slightly as her eyes find mine.

“Age doesn’t define us, sweetheart. But it would be naive as fuck if it wasn’t mentioned. It is part of who and what we are.”

She jerks her chin, her eyes never leaving mine. “It doesn’t define us because it’s part of us. There is no denying that the gap is there. It’s big, and it could cause issues. All that being said, you’re my sexy old man. And I’m your young piece of ass.”

Reaching around to her ass, I grip her cheeks roughly, pulling her closer to me. Her hands fly to my shoulders and grip me tightly there. I watch as her lips part in awe before she leans down and touches her mouth to mine.

“The age gap is squashed,” she whispers. “It’s done. We don’t have to bring it up to one another again. I’d rather not.”

I hum, wondering if it’s more for me than it is for her—the not bringing it up.

“Fucking done,” I grind out. “Because this,” I murmur, shifting my hand between us and cupping her pussy, “this doesn’t matter how old we are. It just fuckin’ works.”

James leans forward, her lips touching mine before she lets out a heavy sigh. “Why am I falling for you, Nash?” I ask.

“For the same fuckin’ reason I am falling for you, sweetheart.”