Page 10 of Devil's Plaything

I’m ready to get moved back into my apartment and put all this behind me. What was I thinking moving in here? Long-term relationships aren’t my strong suit. Come to think of it, my relationship with Shawn is probably the longest I’ve ever had.

“What about these?”

The lacy red panties are definitely not mine. Guess he doesn’t want to get back together after all. Not that I intended to. I just liked knowing he wanted to and that I had the power to turn him down.

“They’re a little small for you, in my opinion.”

Zeke dangles them in front of me and I snatch them away, tossing them to the floor. He grabs my ass, giving it a rough squeeze.

“Definitely too small for you.”

I lick my lips. “I have an idea.”

With a shove, I push him back onto the bed. He arches an eyebrow as I start to strip. He immediately follows suit. Once we’re both naked, I pick up the panties and climb onto his lap.

“What’s this idea?”

“I’m going to come on you,” I say, sinking down onto his pierced cock with a groan. He rocks me back and forth, his depth almost painful.

“Then?”

“You’re going to come on these.”

It’s demented. Unhinged. But Zeke smiles, thrusting his hips.

He may be the wrong guy. But he’s doing all the right things.

15

Zeke

I’m running about fifteen minutes late for church but it was worth it. Cleo isn’t like any other woman I’ve ever met. She had me come on a random pair of panties, then she put them on her ex’s pillow.

Shawn Ferguson. I make a mental note to find out who the hell he is just in case he decides to start trouble.

“Where the hell have you been?” Snake asks when I walk inside.

“Exorcizing some demons.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “How many dead?”

This makes me chuckle. “None.”

He’s surprised and so is everyone else. They all expected me to be out causing trouble. I received my warning loud and clear. I respect the hell out of these guys. I only want the same in return.

“I’ll get back to it now that everyone is here. I’ve mentioned wanting to go legit for quite some time. I’ve been working on some deals to make that happen for us. The trafficking has to stop.”

“It brings in our biggest revenue,” Hawk points out.

“And it’s our biggest risk.”

Hawk’s jaw clenches. “The money makes it worth it. How do you suggest we make up that income?”

“I’ve met with Eagle about this. His family owns Bardot Distillery and he’s willing to let us in on the family business. The whiskey hustle is a lot safer than trafficking.”

“Is the money as good?” I ask, already knowing that answer. No money is as good as what human trafficking brings in unless you get in the hitman business.

Hawk doesn’t relent either. “And what about our other ventures? The drugs and gambling ring. You want us to quit all of that?”

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