Between Us (The Renegade Saints #3) (25 page)

Forcing myself to shake off those thoughts, I grab another washcloth and wet it with warm water. When I walk back into the bedroom, Devon is still in the same position I left her in. Looking up, I find that she’s awake—barely. Climbing onto the bed, I spread her legs.

“Washcloth,” I tell her. “I’m going to clean you up.”

She nods and then lets out a yawn. I carefully wipe her down, making sure she’s as come free as I can get her before I throw the washcloth toward the closet where the hampers are.

“You look tired,” I murmur. “I’m fucking famished so I’m going to go nuke some food. You want anything, or are you too sleepy?”

She yawns again, lifting her arms and stretching. My dick perks up even more, horny motherfucker.

“Mm,” she murmurs. “So hungry. I want all the food.”

Part of why I like—oh, fuck it, love—Devon is because she’s funny and has very little in the way of filters.

“Let’s get our grub on then,” I laugh.

She surprises me by sitting up fast. “Yep,” she says. “I’m starving.”

I watch her ass sway as she walks toward the closet, and my goddamn dick forces me to follow. I want to bend her over and fuck her from behind, watching that sexy ass jiggle as I thrust.

As she walks, she says something I don’t catch.

“Huh?”

Looking back over her shoulder, she raises an eyebrow. “I was asking if we should order pizza, too. But judging by the way you’re staring at my ass, I’m thinking food isn’t on your mind anymore.”

I forcibly shake my lust-filled thoughts away before smiling at her.

“Guilty, but we’ve got to eat so I’m going to be good.”

She chuckles as she walks past the area of the closet I demanded she take for herself. Instead of taking something of hers, she opens up one of my T-shirt drawers and pulls out a concert tee.

“Grab me one,” I call out as I open a drawer and pull out a pair of boxer briefs.

Taking the next shirt in the drawer, she tosses it over to me. I clutch it in my hand and watch as she puts on the T-shirt she chose. When she looks up at me, she smiles.

“I’m ready to be fed.”

I swallow tensely as I stare at her. “No fucking panties,” I groan.

“I figure I don’t need to bother,” she answers. “Easy access and all that.”

I make a pained noise. “Jesus, woman. I barely have enough blood in the big head to function,” I admit.

She looks pointedly at my cock and licks her lips.

“I like it,” she murmurs.

Fuck food, I’ve got something far, far better. I drop the clothes I was planning to put on down to the floor without another thought for them.

“Are you wet?”

Biting her lip, she nods.

“You want me to fuck you?”

She nods again.

“Such a bad girl,” I murmur. “I love it.”

She smiles at me, a mix of naughty schoolgirl and slutty nurse. I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone this badly before in my life.

“This is going to be fast,” I tell her.

She pulls the T-shirt off in an instant, which leaves her standing before me naked and proud.

Gesturing to the central closet island, I smile.

“Turn around, bend forward and hold onto the edge,” I instruct.

She complies, sticking her ass out as she gets into position. Coming up behind her, I fist my cock and guide myself to her opening. I groan when I feel her wet heat on the tip of my dick. She wasn’t joking—she’s seriously fucking wet.

I thought I was going to pound the fuck out of her from the get-go, but instead, I find myself sliding in slowly. I watch as my cock disappears inside of her, pushing against her back so she’s all the way down on the island dresser. I let out a groan when I’m all the way in and flush up against her sexy ass, and she lets out a moan as her pussy clenches around me like a fist.

“Spank me,” she whispers.

I pull back just enough to give myself room before smacking my hand down on her ass. I feel her getting wetter as she tightens around me. I reward her with two more quick smacks before thrusting back in, so hard that her feet come up off the carpet and she yells out in surprise.

“Jesus,” she cries. “It’s so deep this way.”

“Such a tight little cunt,” I growl.

“Fuck it,” she whimpers. “Fuck it hard.”

I ignore her, pulling back out slowly as I drop more smacks on her ass. It jiggles so fucking perfectly I can barely control the thunderous need in my veins. I feel like I’m goddamn drowning in her.

I let out a guttural yell as I slam back into her, drinking in her scream with a smile. This time, I keep going, pounding into her relentlessly, each thrust bringing her feet up and off the carpet. I hold on to her waist to keep her from falling forward as I fuck into her, and she tightens that perfect fucking cunt up on me as she begs me to go harder.

She comes with a scream, her pussy creaming hot against my cock as she tightens against me. My breath is coming out like I’m running the Boston marathon, and I couldn’t give less of a shit. All that matters is being inside of Devon—fucking Devon, making her mine, coming in her, marking her. My mind is an endless loop of Devon.

“Come in me,” she cries. “Fill me up.”

Those are magic fucking words if ever I’ve heard any. Coming inside of her may be the best goddamn thing I’ve ever done. I thrust harder, faster, and she slams back against me for every one.

“Whose pussy is this?” I demand.

Her pussy all but locks me down as she lets out a wail.

My grip on her waist tightens as I slam into her again and again.

“Answer me. Whose pussy is this?” I growl.

“Yours,” she shrieks.

“Say my name,” I command. “Say it.”

“Cole,” she screams. “It’s yours. Cole!”

A sound comes out of me I’ve never heard in my fuckin’ life as my balls tighten up and I completely lose it. I pound into her frantically, the sound of a familiar song playing in my head. It gets louder as my dick jerks and then starts spewing come deep inside this perfect fucking woman. She surprises me when she starts shaking and then cries out as she comes, too.

I’m so fucking gone I can’t stay upright. I fall back onto my ass, pulling her down with me. She lets out a scream and slumps forward, clutching onto the carpet as she impales herself on me over and over again.

“Cole,” she cries. “Fuck!”

I’m in pass out territory when she stops moving. I’ve come so fucking hard my dick feels like it needs a day pass to a spa or some shit, and my heart is pounding quadruple time.

We stay like this for a while, neither of us saying anything. After a few minutes, she sits up and pulls off of me. I let out a pained noise when I watch my come slide out of her. Jesus. If I weren’t fairly certain I would die if I tried, I’d be trying to get back inside of her. I’ve never come in someone before—I’ve now lost it inside of her twice.

I murmur something in gibberish when she stands up. Holding up a finger, she tells me to hold on. I stay on the floor of the closet and watch her wander off, wondering what she’s up to. It feels like only seconds have passed when she walks back in with two Gatorades and a pack of Twinkies.

“Couldn’t make it downstairs,” she murmurs. “But there was Gatorade in the fridge by the TV and you never ate the Twinkies you brought up last night.”

It takes real fucking effort to sit up. Taking the plastic bottle from her, I twist the cap off and down almost the entire thing. As I do, she rips open the Twinkies and takes a bite of one before handing the other to me.

“Oh God,” she whimpers after she inhales the entire thing. “That was so fucking good.”

I eat mine just as quickly, and she chugs her Gatorade while I do. After I finish my Twinkie, I drink the end of my Gatorade. Looking over at me, she laughs.

“Bed?”

I nod. “I don’t think I could get any farther,” I admit.

“Me either,” she agrees.

I stand first and then help her up. Holding hands, we walk into the bathroom. My toilet is in a separate room of its own, so she uses it first before I follow. When I come out, she’s just finishing cleaning herself with a washcloth. My dick twitches, but thankfully doesn’t rise all the way. I’m pretty sure if I fuck her again tonight, it’ll kill us both.

After we wash our hands, we link fingers again and head to the bedroom. I don’t so much get into bed as I fall in, and Devon lands on top of me. I don’t even have the strength to grab the comforter. Instead, I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes.

I’m starting to doze off when I hear her say something.

“Huh?”

“I heard music this time,” she says drowsily.

“Yeah?”

She nods against my chest.

“What did you hear?”

“Everlong.”

I smile tiredly.

“Power of suggestion,” I chuckle.

“Did you hear one?” she asks.

I nod. “Aerosmith. ‘Angel.’ ”

I actually feel her smile against my chest.

“You’re a romantic,” she sighs.

If I weren’t so tired, the anxiety those words produced might have kept me awake. Instead, I squeezed her tight and let myself drift off.

The past few weeks have been unbelievable. It’s been one thing after another, and much of it has been really scary. Flynn’s newly-found sisters were kidnapped by two deranged maniacs which was godawful. Todd wound up having to shoot and kill one of the women before she could kill one of the twins. Everyone is understandably shaken up about the whole thing, and because everything was going to hell, the start of the tour was delayed.

Tomorrow morning we’re heading off to Arizona for the late tour start and it’s breaking my heart to see how anxious Cole and Flynn are about leaving. There’s still a significant amount of danger, and cancelling or postponing the tour entirely was high on the agenda. Only, the head of security for the Hart family interceding to ask for one of the recently discovered Hart offspring to go on the tour changed their mind. Once it was pointed out that everyone going off in separate directions would actually help Flynn’s sisters, it quickly became all systems go.

With everything going on, Cole and I haven’t seen much of Ian at all. I’m more than fine with that, but I know at some point it’s going to need to be addressed. Cole hasn’t mentioned him, but I’m not fool enough to believe the issue has been dropped. I still don’t have an answer as to why Cole thinks one-on-one relationships aren’t ideal, and I’m going to need one. All of the conflict and chaos around us has only brought us closer together—but our careful avoidance of being affectionate in public goes on. I have a finite amount of patience for that subterfuge left. Soon either he’s going to crack or I will. All I know for sure is that hell will freeze over before I ever agree to Ian joining us.

“Babe! Where’s your luggage checklist?”

Slamming the bedroom door behind me, I hurry down the hall before running down the stairs.

“It’s right here,” I say breathlessly, waving my notepad at him.

He grins as he takes it from me and turns to his assistant and the limo driver.

“Alright boys, we’ve got our marching orders. Let’s match everything we just lugged out to the driveway to this list and make sure we’ve got everything.”

Thank goodness Cole is on his A game right now, because I woke up late and I’m totally frazzled. It’s his fault though, so that counts for something. He was busy making love to me half the damn night, and I didn’t fall asleep until almost dawn.