Page 29 of Filthy Devil

His confession, admission, whatever you want to call it, surprises me. I’m also not sure how I’m supposed to feel about that. But he doesn’t allow me to ask any questions because he continues.

“I left him with his mother, and I did my own thing. I didn’t know she would be such a gigantic piece of shit and that she would marry a bigger piece of shit,” he states.

“Back then, would you have done anything if you’d known?” I ask.

Something flashes in his eyes. I don’t know what the expression is, but when he speaks, the conviction fills me, and I know he is being one-hundred-percent truthful in his words.

“I would have gone to the ends of the earth so that my boy had a good life. I have tried to make up for it by being his friend as an adult and being the grandfather his kids deserve.”

I love that. It also tells me everything I need to know about him. This man is a man. “Your parents, were they good to you? Not the ones who were biologically yours, but your grandparents.”

He knows all about my life, and I’m not sure how I feel about that, but it’s nice having someone who understands, even if it’s weird that he knows so much about me when I know hardly anything about him.

“They were good, but they clearly were trying to right all of the wrongs that were my biological parents.”

“So, they were overly… everything?” he asks.

I hum, then decide I don’t like this conversation anymore. Dropping my chin, I touch my lips to his chest, to the center. “They were overly everything,” I whisper against his skin.

“Not a kid anymore, sweetheart. Gonna have to give me a bit to get back up.”

Lifting my head, I can’t believe that he said that. He chuckles, his eyes dancing at his words or maybe my shock. “I don’t know. You were amazing. No boy I’ve ever been with has made me feel the way you have.”

He snorts. “First of all,” he says on a growl, “I’m not a boy. I’m a fucking man, which is why I can make you feel fucking amazing. Secondly—” His hand finds its way back into my hair before he snaps my head back. His blue eyes are no longer sparkling and calm. They’re now stormy and full of fire, which makes him about a million times sexier. “The last fucking thing I want to do is hear about any other dick anywhere near your body while you share my bed. That includes the past, and there better fucking not be a present.”

My eyes widen at his words, and it’s at this moment that I realize he isn’t just jealous. He’s also possessive, and why that makes my center ache, I do not understand. But it does, and I want him to touch me there.

“That includes fucking Rev. I saw the way he fucking looked at you.”

And Rev did look at me. He also spoke to me. I did not like the way he did it. Sure, he’s hot, too, like if I had never seenNash, if I had never been with Nash, then maybe I would give him a second glance. But now? Not at all, not even if this weren’t happening between me and Nash.

Rev is icky, and he’s an asshole. So, I’m good with never seeing or touching him—ever.

“He may have looked at me, but I didn’t even see him.”

That is not a lie.

Rev doesn’t hold a candle to this man at my side. Instead of trying to convince him with my words, I pull his wrist from behind my head, and when I do, he releases my hair. Guiding his hand between my legs, I feel his fingers against my center.

“Do you feel that?” I ask.

He doesn’t respond. His eyes darken as he stares at me. His lips press into a thin line as I continue. My next words come out breathily, mainly because his fingers are between my thighs. They’re touching me, and that makes me breathless.

“You’re inside of me, Nash. There’s no room for anyone else. I know you don’t know me well yet, but I’m loyal. And I know I started out trying to work an angle, but I have no angles now. Not anymore. I’m trusting the process, whatever that looks like.”

NASH

This shit cannot work,and I cannot whatsoever catch fucking feelings. I’ve had a lot of short-term relationships over the years. In none of those did I even feel an ounce of jealousy the way I do with her.

I need to scrape her off and get rid of her. Otherwise, I’m not going to be able to let her go, and in that same mindset, I am going to ruin her life in the process. She’s too fucking vibrant to ruin with this darkness.

Slipping my fingers from between her legs, I use my cum to paint her lips. “You look pretty with my cum on your body,” I say, changing the subject.

She trembles against me, then she climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. Touching my thumb to her sensitive clit, I watch as she hisses right before her eyes slide closed. I’m going to have to take my time because I can’t get hard instantly anymore.

That thought pisses me off, mainly because I have never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as I want to fuck her, over and over. And then over and over again. Seeing her sitting astride me, her entire body on display, an offer for me to take…

It does something to the primal being inside of me. She’s mine. I want to fucking keep her, and not just for a few months. James closes her eyes. Her head falls back between her shoulders as she begins to roll her hips. Keeping my thumb against her clit, I take in the show.

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