Page 36 of Filthy Devil

“Age doesn’t define us, sweetheart. But it would be naive as fuck if it wasn’t mentioned. It is part of who and what we are.”

She jerks her chin, her eyes never leaving mine. “It doesn’t define us because it’s part of us. There is no denying that the gap is there. It’s big, and it could cause issues. All that being said, you’re my sexy old man. And I’m your young piece of ass.”

Reaching around to her ass, I grip her cheeks roughly, pulling her closer to me. Her hands fly to my shoulders and grip me tightly there. I watch as her lips part in awe before she leans down and touches her mouth to mine.

“The age gap is squashed,” she whispers. “It’s done. We don’t have to bring it up to one another again. I’d rather not.”

I hum, wondering if it’s more for me than it is for her—the not bringing it up.

“Fucking done,” I grind out. “Because this,” I murmur, shifting my hand between us and cupping her pussy, “this doesn’t matter how old we are. It just fuckin’ works.”

James leans forward, her lips touching mine before she lets out a heavy sigh. “Why am I falling for you, Nash?” I ask.

“For the same fuckin’ reason I am falling for you, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

JAMES

We don’t havesex in the truck, and not because I say no. I was completely and totally ready to rock and roll on the side of the seemingly abandoned highway.

Now, sitting in front of the big cement block building, I can’t help but wonder if maybe we should have stayed at that strip club.

Flicking my gaze down to my hands, I wring my fingers together as I think about walking into that place. It’s unknown. Everything about it is unknown to me. I can’t help but think about the men, the ones who were at the club the other night. Rev.

Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to this. Although it’s not like I had much of a choice. But now I’m thinking that I should have possibly fought harder for a different outcome. Nash clears his throat beside me, and I lift my head, shifting my gaze over to him.

He’s staring straight ahead at the building, but he’s not making a move to go inside, either. I wonder if we’re bothfeeling the same sense of dread and maybe even regret. I open my mouth to ask him if he wants to go somewhere else, but he speaks before I can get the words out.

“This is only temporary. Once shit is figured out and settled down, we’ll go from there.”

Nash keeps saying that.Go from there.Figure things out. As if we aren’t going to be side by side when whatever this stuff is, is finished. Which we most definitely are because this man isn’t going to make me fall for him and then just walk away from me. Nope. Not freaking likely.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I don’t say what I am truly thinking, which is that the onlyfiguring outthat I want to do is what position and where. Because at the end of the day, I don’t think I care where I am as long as I’m beside him.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that I would have instantly fallen for a man, any man, let alone the one sitting beside me. My whole life, all I’ve wanted was to belong, and while the parents who raised me gave me the love they could, I never felt whole.

I never felt as if I belonged.

I do now. In this truck, with this man.

Without another word, he pushes the door open, and then I watch as he walks around the front of his truck, stopping at my side of the door before he tugs it open. He holds his hand out, palm facing upward.

I try not to let out a heavy sigh as I slip my fingers into his warm, waiting palm. His skin is rough, and goose bumps break out over my body as I think about the way it feels on mine. I want it. I’m not sure why I’m this worked up, but I cannot get enough of this man.

When he stops walking, I don’t realize it, and my feet stumble forward a few steps before I straighten and face him. His chintips slightly so that he can look down and connect his gaze with my own.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

Nash doesn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he releases his grasp on my hand and then lifts his palms to cup my cheeks. He shakes his head once before he closes his eyes, and I part my lips, closing my own eyes as I eagerly wait for his touch.

But his mouth doesn’t press against mine. Instead, I feel his forehead rest against my own. He lets out a heavy sigh, and I’m not sure why, but it weighs on me. I can tell there is some kind of internal struggle happening, and I don’t know what to do for him.

“You’re safe here. I will ensure that. These men will all know that you are off limits. I’ve never had a woman like this before, so bear with me.”

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