Legions (Georgia Smoke #7)

Eight

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I was lost in the unholy heaven that carried me.

Capri

There were several levels to my morals. I felt as if I had to battle multiple personalities demanding to take control of my actions because I was clinging to a man, with an ache between my legs, who had killed people for me. Not just one life. But five. The first one, I had already realized, that I was relieved. Every step I had taken from my father it sank in what Thatcher had done for me. That if Beauden Redd hadn’t been killed, what he might have eventually done to me.

My hand fisted the shirt Thatcher was wearing. He held me close to his body as he walked down the wooded path I’d taken yesterday. The events that had caused me to run began to replay in my head, and I winced. I didn’t want to remember.

“Don’t do that,” he warned me. “I’ll stop right here, strip you naked and eat your pussy while you scream out your orgasm.”

My nipples tightened again. It was that easy for him to distract me.

“You shot at your brother,” I said.

He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at me. “He pulled his Glock on me first.”

“You pulled the trigger.”

The sinister amusement in his eyes only caused my body to tingle like the crazy woman I was.

“I’d never hurt him. I just wanted him to drop the fucking gun.”

There was a sincerity in his tone that eased me. I believed him. The emotions had been high, and my reactions weren’t helping him. He needed me to calm down, and I’d been the cause of his snapping like he had.

“I can walk,” I told him as we made it out of the woods onto the street we had to cross to get to the grocery store parking lot.

“No,” he replied as he continued on.

“People will see you holding me.”

“The taste of your pussy is on my tongue, and your short legs can’t get us to my truck fast enough,” he said tightly. His strong jaw and focused expression made me want to reach up and touch his face. Run my fingers over it. But since we were already making a bit of a scene with him carrying me, I didn’t add to it.

I felt him shift me in his arms as he reached to open the door to the truck. He put me in on the driver’s side. I started to scoot further away, but he grabbed my thigh when I reached the middle. “Far enough,” he said, climbing in behind the wheel.

“Get the jeans off, panties too,” he ordered.

I glanced at the tinted windows then back at him.

“Do it, or I will,” he warned, then turned the engine on as it began to hum beneath us.

I kicked off my shoes as my hands went to unbuckle my belt. The one I hadn’t been able to bring myself to buy on a shopping trip, only to have it rolled up in a fancy box waiting on me that night in the center of his bed when I had gotten out of the shower.

Shoving my jeans down until I could pull them from my ankles, I placed them on the passenger seat. Then began sliding off my panties. When they were gone, Thatcher held his hand out.

“Give them to me,” his tone had that sexy, dark timber to it.

I didn’t ask him why. I knew already. He often went to the dirty laundry at night and took out the panties I’d taken off that day. It had embarrassed me at first, but it was something I’d grown accustomed to.

He held them to his face, covered his nose, and inhaled. “Fuuuck,” he hissed. “Right foot up on the seat, then open those pretty thighs wide.” His eyes still on the road.

When I had done exactly like he ordered, his gaze dropped to look at me before he put my discarded panties on his crotch then reached to run his pointer finger over my slit. His eyes were back on the road, but the pleased rumble in his chest when he found me soaking wet sent thrills of pleasure through me.

“I thought I wanted to keep this pure,” his voice thick as he spoke. “Lick a virgin pussy. Nothing had ever tasted so fucking good. My twisted thoughts as I made you squirt on me. For me. An angel coming for a demon,” he smirked. “It was depraved, and I thought that was why I did it.”

He swung his dark gaze to mine. “But that wasn’t it,” he growled, then shoved two fingers inside of me as I bucked off the seat and cried out.

“No, that wasn’t it at all. Because when I broke that hymen. You bled on my cock. Let me fuck you like a slut. Then whatever thread I had left keeping me from the neurotic obsession I had when it comes to you, gone.”

He pumped his fingers in and out, the sounds of my cunt sucking at them filling the car with its rhythm. “You can try and leave me. I will find you. I need you to breathe, little doll. You go, I go. No matter what shit I’ve done, doesn’t mean I can give you space.”

I was panting, lifting my hips. His voice hoarse and aroused as he spoke.

“Last night, I stood over you, rubbing my dick as every fucking cell in my body screamed that you were mine. To grab you and run.”

I turned my head to look at him fully as my orgasm built, rushing so close to the moment I would shatter. His eyes dropped to mine briefly, but enough for me to see his torment before looking back at the road. He’d been in the church last night. Watching me sleep again. It should be a reason to stop this. Remind me how unbalanced he was. How he didn’t think like a sane person. But it didn’t. Instead, my body tightened, and the surge hit me as I cried his name while the spray shot out from between my legs. I was lost in the unholy heaven that carried me.

Thatcher’s hand slapped at my release, which only drove me higher. The sound reminding me of splashing water. My body jerked as the truck came to an abrupt stop. I opened my eyes to see Thatcher turn and push me back before he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, freeing his thick, veiny cock. I spread my legs for him, lifting my hips.

“FUCK!” he shouted as he slammed into me.

I watched as his beautiful body flexed. His neck muscles standing out. The line of his jaw rigid. The leather seat caused us to slide back and forth, slick from the most intense squirting I’d ever done.

“I think you already fucking own me,” he snarls as his eyes stare down at me like a man possessed. “Then you do something like that. Go off like a damn water faucet when I’m telling you shit that I shouldn’t have done. Things that are messed up.”

The slaps of our bodies where they met got louder.

“Such… A…Good…Girl,” he bit out each word. His eyes glowing now as he drew closer to his release.

I’d thought I couldn’t reach it again so soon, but the tingle that hit me erupted into a million pulsing points in seconds, and I was screaming out his name.

Thatcher’s body quaked, then his fingers bit into my thighs as he held my legs open and emptied into me. “GAH!!!! DAMN!” he shouted.

The powerful jets of his come, sending warmth inside of me. A beautiful addiction that I would always crave.

Thatcher lowered himself, placing his elbows on either side of my body, then bent his head until his breath was on my ear. “Mine. My perfect,” he said softly, and I closed my eyes and accepted the fact that I was in love with a man who might actually be the demon he claimed.

When Thatcher had pulled his truck into the garage, he’d pocketed my panties and then reached over me for my jeans before getting out of the vehicle.

I slid toward him as he waited, watching me. I winced as the mess I’d made on his leather seat became apparent. “I’ll clean the seats,” I told him.

He shook his head. “No, little doll, you won’t.” He grabbed my hand and helped me down.

“You can’t leave that in there. It could ruin your leather.”

His hand slid down to my bare butt and squeezed. “Let me worry about it.”

Deciding to give up, I went inside, and he followed closely behind me.

Stopping when we reached the living room, I looked around. The sense of security, home, and contentment drifted over where all the raw emotions of the past twenty-four hours had eaten at me.

“What are you thinking?” His tone was hesitant, and his vulnerability didn’t match the man the world knew.

I turned to look up at him. “I’m thinking that it feels good to be home.”

The surge of relief in his expression reminded me of the little boy he’d been. The one who hadn’t been given a chance to be a kid. His mother hadn’t shown him affection. Love. Those weren’t excuses for him, but I didn’t need those. I’d already accepted I could love all of him.

“Let’s shower, then we can eat. We aren’t leaving this house today,” he told me as he ran a knuckle over my cheek.

Nothing else had ever sounded so good.