Filthy Devil (Dark Horse MC #6)

Chapter 28

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

NASH

James slowly sinks down along the length of my cock, taking me all the way inside of her body. Closing my eyes, I grip her waist firmly, keeping her fully seated and still. When I open my eyes, I look up into her face.

I wish I could throw her onto her back and pound into her until she screams my name, but I’m still sore as fuck. If I ever get stabbed again, I am going to make sure that the fuck who does it suffers for a hell of a lot longer than Pencil Dick because this shit is ridiculous as fuck.

“I need to move, baby,” she breathes.

“Baby?” I ask.

She grips the headboard, and I can hear it creak beneath her firm grasp as she bends slightly, her mouth hovering above mine, her lips so fucking close to my own that I can practically taste her.

“I need to move, Daddy .”

That shit should absolutely not turn me on. But it’s hot as fuck, especially when she whispers it all breathily like she just did. My fingertips glide up her sides until they reach her tits. Cupping them, I slide my thumbs across her already-hardened nipples. James whimpers, her lips parting as she begins to pant. I can feel her thighs trembling as she tries to hold still, but her control is wavering, and it’s so fucking beautiful to watch.

“Move, James. I want you to fuck me until we both come.”

Her breath hitches at my words, and she does exactly what I’ve asked. She rises slightly then slams down along my cock. She rides me, taking anything and everything that she needs to take from me.

It’s fucking beautiful.

I watch her, the pain in my side disappearing at the sight of her riding my dick and taking the pleasure she desires from my body. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I press my thumb against her clit. I don’t do anything but hold it there. She grinds against my thumb with each downstroke.

Her body climbs higher and higher with each roll of her hips. I can feel her pussy flutter around me as she inches toward her release. Clenching my jaw, I watch her in awe. She’s so fucking beautiful normally but on the edge of a climax? Goddamn breathtaking.

Then it happens. She throws her head back as she slams down one more time. Her moans fill the room, and I pinch my eyes closed as her muscles tense, and she comes. Her pussy squeezes me so fucking tightly, forcing my orgasm.

The roar that escapes my lips bounces off the walls around us. Fuck. So goddamn good. James gently collapses against my chest, nuzzling her face into my neck. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her even closer to my body as we both catch our breaths.

“I meant it, James,” I whisper as my fingers gently glide up and down her back.

My side is screaming in pain, but I wouldn’t push her off me right now if there were a fucking machine gun outside dumping bullets into the front of my house. James lifts her face from my neck, her eyes finding mine when she does.

“I meant it, too, Nashville. I think I fell in love with you about the time I decided I had to stay because there was nowhere else I’d rather be.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Sweetheart, I fell in love with you about the moment my flashlight caught your look of determined resignation in the back of the semitrailer. Knew you were special. Knew you were something and knew that I had to keep you.”

I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and gently pull her face closer to mine. Her lips touch mine, but I don’t deepen the kiss. Instead, I begin to speak, telling her the whole fucking truth.

“Even though I fucking knew you were too beautiful, too smart, and too fucking young for me. I still had to keep you. Even though I know you’re going to fucking hate me one day for wasting your good years on a sorry sonofabitch like me.”

“Nashville,” she whispers in protest.

“It’s all the truth, and you know it,” I say, interrupting her.

She shakes her head, sitting up before she rolls off me. I watch as she lies on her back beside me, but I can’t let her be this close and not touch her. Even though my side burns in protest, I gather her in my arms and roll her a bit closer to me.

Turning my head, I touch my lips to the top of her head. “Love you, sweetheart. Get some sleep.”

She hums, her body relaxing. Running my fingers up and down her arm, I let out a heavy sigh. I have so much shit rolling around inside of my head. The strip club has been okay, but I need to spend some more time down there. Since my stabbing, I haven’t been able to do my normal work.

The clubhouse is burned to a crisp, and I’ve got more people scattered around this fucking town than we’ve ever had before. I need to get this shit handled, get my club back together, and get everyone under one roof again.

Then I need to figure out my shit.

Because I’m not sure being the president of the Corpus club is it any longer. I’m not sure I want to go back to being the president of the original charter, either. For the first time in my whole fucking life, I don’t know what I want.

Except in one area, I’m one-hundred-percent certain I know exactly who I want by my side while I figure it out.

James.

JAMES

Stretching, I roll to the side, reaching out across the sheets, but there is nobody there. Said sheets are also cold. Pushing myself up to sitting, I lean my back against the headboard and look around the bedroom.

Like everything else in this house, it’s decorated spectacularly. It’s equal parts masculine and sexy all rolled into one. Natural colors mixed with leather. I love everything about it, and I know that I could never duplicate anything like this if I tried. I’m not fashionable enough.

A throat clears in the doorway. Shifting my attention toward said throat clearing, I smile at the man who darkens the doorway. He’s watching me, his lips curved up into a small smirk, his blue eyes staring at me, his expression soft.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.”

My own lips smile. “Morning,” I whisper.

My voice sounds hoarse and rough. “Get dressed. Let’s go for a ride.”

“A ride?” I ask.

He hums, pushes off the doorway, and moves toward me. I watch as he makes his way to the side of the bed and sinks down on the mattress at my hip. He reaches toward me, cupping my cheek. I feel his thumb slide across my bottom lip as his gaze searches mine.

“A ride,” he says with a single nod. “Get dressed.”

I watch as he stands and walks out of the room without a word. I don’t know what he’s got planned for the day, but it’s something, and I’m far too curious. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stand and hurry toward the bathroom to shower and change.

What feels like just minutes later but is probably more than forty-five of them, I’m dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and have my hair up in a messy bun. After tugging on my riding boots, a gift from Shawn, I make my way into the living room.

Nash has his back to me as he leans against the counter. Flicking my gaze to his ass, I take a moment to ogle before I move toward him. When I’m close enough, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek against his leather vest.

His hand pats mine at his waist. When I release my hold on him, he turns around in my arms. He dips his chin, his eyes searching mine. Wordlessly, he touches his lips to mine. Parting my lips, I whimper when his tongue fills me.

Our tongues tangle, and I taste him. He’s perfection, this man in front of me. He’s so tall and strong. So commanding that I want to climb him and stay wrapped around him so he will never leave.

Nash may have fallen first, but I’ve fallen harder. I know I have because there is no way in hell that he loves me as much as I do him. I’m completely obsessed with him, with every single piece of him.

When he breaks the kiss, his forehead rests against mine as he catches his breath. I do the same. My palms are against his chest as I tip my head backward to look up into his eyes. I bite the inside of my cheek as my gaze searches his.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks.

No.

No, I am absolutely not ready to go .

What I am is absolutely ready for this man to be buried so deep inside of me that I think he might actually become part of my body. I want that. I want it right now. But instead of telling him all of that, I just give him a small smile.

“Sure,” I exhale.

His brows snap together in confusion. He reaches for my waist and picks me up, turning me around before he sets me down on the counter. My ass slams against the countertop, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact, he could do this every single day of my life, and I would be the happiest woman in the world.

I feel his hand glide down my shorts, beneath my panties, and then his fingers touch my pussy. Closing my eyes, I feel them glide through my center, swirling my clit, causing my entire body to hum with energy with what’s to come—me. I’m what’s to come, and I’m so ready for it.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs.

I ignore him, knowing he’s probably going to say that we need to leave again. Sure, he wants to go for a ride, but all I want to do is ride him… hard. Or maybe he can ride me. I don’t really care how it happens.

I don’t think he understands just how obsessed I am with him.

Nash chuckles and lifts his head slightly. Opening my eyes, I look up at him as his fingers continue to work between my legs. I don’t want him to stop, not that I ever do. If I could stay in bed with Nash forever, that’s exactly what I would do.

“Fuck me, Nash,” I whisper, leaning forward.

Touching my mouth to his, I use my teeth to tug on his bottom lip. He lets out a groan, his fingers slipping inside of me and curling.

God .

So damn good.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks.

I practically moan but bite back the sound, just barely. Widening my eyes, I try to give him the most innocent yet pleading look I can muster. If he doesn’t buy it, he doesn’t call me on it. Instead, he gives me a smirk.

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you. Jump down, turn around, and stick your pretty ass out for me.”

He takes a step backward, and I watch as he unbuttons and then unzips his jeans. Inhaling a shaky breath, I slide off the edge of the counter and shimmy my own shorts down, along with my panties, my eyes never leaving his.

“Turn around, James,” he says, his voice deep and his tone so serious that I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from whimpering.

Spinning around, I grip the edges of the counter, spread my legs, and tip my hips for him. He grunts, his feet moving toward me before he stops so close that I can feel the heat from his body, but he’s far enough away that he’s not actually touching me.

I want his touch.

“Please,” I exhale.

Then I feel the head of his cock against my center. He grips my hips, tugs them back, and then he’s inside of me with one single thrust. Together, we moan, and he does exactly what I begged him to do.

He fucks me.

Hard.

And it’s absolutely perfect.