Page 24 of Filthy Devil

My feet quickly carry me to that door, and when I reach out, I don’t open it immediately because I hear voices. Several fucking voices, but only one of those is a laugh that makes my dick twitch.

And instantly, I see red.

Pushing the door open, I walk in and don’t even take in the scene around me. I can’t. I have tunnel fucking vision. Because the only thing that is in front of me that I can focus on is James sitting on a fuck sofa beside Rev.

I can’t see or hear anyone else in the room. The moment I move past the threshold and march toward them, James’s eyes lift and meet mine. She smiles at the sight of me, and for a moment, I forget how completely fucking pissed off I am.

My gaze does not leave hers. It stays connected. As if she can read my mind, she stands and moves through the room and makes her way directly toward me. When she stops in front of me, the rest of the room fades away. There is only her and me, and the red in my vision begins to disappear.

“Hey,” she whispers, placing her palm in the center of my chest.

I don’t know if she touches me there because she wants to keep and hold my attention or if she just wants to touch me. I don’t really give a fuck about the reason, either, because I really like it. So even though I’m not sure what I walked into, and I’m uncertain if I’ll be pissed off or not, I still wrap my fingers around her wrist anyway.

“What the fuck is going on in here, sweetheart?” I ask.

Her eyes widen, then her lips twitch into a smirk. “Bugsy caught me in the hallway after I realized there was no way that I was going to get dinner in that kitchen. He brought me here and had food delivered, and then some of your other friends showed up, and they ordered drinks. We’ve just been chatting.”

Fuck me.

Chatting.

I flick my gaze over her shoulder to Rev, who is leaning back on the sofa, his legs spread and a shit-eating grin on his face. I know he wasn’t up here justchattingabout some bullshit.

Apparently, if I don’t stake a claim, there’s a goddamn line for my woman. And even if I’m not ready to call her anything other than that, she is indeed mine. Whether it’s mine for today, mine for now, or mine for motherfucking ever.

She is mine.

JAMES

I’m notsure how it happened, but once the food was delivered, all these old bikers came stomping into this sexy dungeon room and started talking, drinking, and hanging out. Drinks are flowing, but I nurse the one beer I have. I don’t like to drink, so it’s not something I do often.

The man sitting beside me introduces himself as Rev, and I find that he sits a little too close and smiles a bit too widely. He doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable, but it’s clear he is flirting.

Especially when he lifts his arm, drapes it behind the back of the sofa, and starts to stroke my arm. I can’t scoot away from him, though, because another man sits on the other side of me.

If I wanted to keep with my original plan and manipulate a way into one of these men’s good graces to protect myself against whatever the fuck is going to happen to me here, this would be the best place to start…

Except that is the last thing I want. The only thing, the only person I want right now is Nash. And that’s not a manipulation tactic. He’s really who I want. I’m afraid that I fucked it all up, too, by trying to play a game.

“Baby, how about you go over there to that pole and show us exactly what you can offer?” Rev says beside me.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to figure out how I’m going to get out of this room and not do that. Not only would I probably fall flat on my face if I tried to do anything on that pole, but I am not getting naked for any man in this room.

He leans over a little bit more and starts to whisper something to me when the door flies open. The shadow in the doorway is one that I already recognize. It’s Nash. The room goes quiet, but I forget it’s full of people.

There is only him.

Standing to my feet, I watch as he walks into the room. He doesn’t come to me. No, he wouldn’t. Not in front of these men, probably never. My feet carry me over to him, and immediately, I’m filled with the need to touch him.

I place my hand in the center of his chest and feel his heart beat steadily against my palm. It’s beautiful.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“What the fuck is going on in here, sweetheart?”

He sounds pissed off. Maybe he’s mad he’s missing the party. Maybe it’s because we’re in a sex room. Maybe it’s because he didn’t want me around all his buds. I’m not sure, and right now, I don’t think I care.

Nash wraps his fingers around my wrist the way he does every time I have my hand on his chest. I let out a sigh because this is probably the most comfort I’ve felt in my whole life.

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