Page 69 of The Devil's Conflict

I smile. “Though I have to tell you, after you left, I didn’t get away with half the shit I used to. I ran more laps and scrubbed more dirty things than I can count. The new CO that took your place hated me with a passion. Though I’m not surprised considering she didn’t like how much attention I was getting from the upper brass on my skills as they got better. I think she was worried I was going to take her job.” I smirk. “Unlucky for her, I surpassed her, and I don’t think she ever got over that. Every time I saw her from then on, she glared furiously at me.”

“And you probably waved and gave her a sunny smile just to piss her off more,” he chuckles.

“That I did.” I grin proudly. “Nothing better than proving people wrong. Especially bossy bitches that have no sense of humor.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises, and the sound of him saying it in that low, rumbling voice of his, has a small shiver running down my spine. Damn, who knew that those little words would be so hot?

We don’t say anything for a few more minutes, seemingly content to just relax and hold the other. It’s nice, and while I like being around the women and most of the guys, having moments with just us is definitely something to appreciate.

Finally, Sniper leans down to press a kiss to my nose and says, “I need to shower and get the scent of the smoke off me. What are the chances of you joining me?”

Desire quickly replaces contentment. “Considering you got me smelling like smoke now too, pretty damn high,” I inform him as I pull away. Then, because I can’t resist, “And I noticed you have no support bar in the shower, so me being in there withyou is for the best so that I can make sure you don’t slip and break something.”

His eyes burn as he climbs off the bed after me. “You and that sassy mouth, baby girl, I think we need to do something about it,” he tells me as he heads for the shower, grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind him. Not that I put up much resistance.

“Oh, yeah, and just how do you plan on doing that, old man?” I taunt.

Which is exactly how I end up on my knees in the shower as he fucks my face. He hits the back of my throat over and over again, and I’m helpless to do anything but take it. I love it. His hand grips the back of my head to keep me steady, and he stares down at me, eyes wild and burning hotter than I’ve ever seen before. “Every time you run that sassy mouth, baby girl, you’re going to end up having it fucked just like this,” he grits out, keeping up the steady pace. “But I think that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? You run that pretty mouth and hope that I’m going to punish you. Isn’t that right?” His grip in my hair tightens, but considering I’m not exactly able to answer, I just hold his gaze. The heat in his eyes is scorching. “Fucking beautiful,” he gasps as he stares down at me. “Your lips are so nice and red around my cock, stretched wide to take me. Makes me want to take a picture so that I can see it all the time.”

Yeah, no, not happening. I’m all for giving him blowjobs, but he is definitely not carrying that around with the chance of someone else finding it or seeing it.

It’s not long before his movements become jerky and he’s swelling in my mouth. I try to move my head to take as much of him as possible, but his grip on my hair keeps me in place. “Fuck,” he grunts, even as I see his thighs tense, and his abs clench when he tries to hold himself back. “I’m not going to last much longer, baby girl. Do you want my cum down your throat?” I tug my head forward, even at the pain it causes, and he mustrealize what I want, because he thrusts a few more times before he’s coming down my throat. Thankfully he pulls back just enough that I don’t feel like I’m suffocating as I drink him down, until finally, he slowly eases out of my mouth, and releases my head.

He hauls me up, and with a strength that surprises me, lifts me until my back is against the cool shower wall, my legs are over his shoulders, and my pussy is directly in front of his mouth.

I have never been so grateful that he has a non-slip mat in here because otherwise I would be worried about both of us breaking something.

But those thoughts immediately vanish the moment his mouth is on me. I wrap my hand around the back of his head, my fingers weaving through the strands as he tastes me and drives me insane. The things this man can do with his mouth should be illegal.

His tongue thrusts inside me, filling me up and making me cry out. Then he pulls away and moves his lips to my clit, sucking on it with the right amount of pressure that has me rushing toward an orgasm. Damn, he knows how to play my body.

Before long, my knees are pressing tight to the sides of his head as he continues to work me closer and closer to the edge, my hands desperately clinging to his hair, and my upper body pressing back tight against the wall, as I try to escape the sensations, but also use it as leverage to press my center tight to his mouth.

“Sniper,” I moan, my body shaking with need to come; straining for it. “Please. Please, let me come.”

He pulls his mouth away, and looks up at me, his beard soaked from me, and I shudder at the sight. That’s so hot. “When we’re alone, I want you to use my name, Athena,” he rasps. “I want to hear you scream it like I dreamed about, before I becamewhat the Force made me.” Then he gets back to work on driving me to the brink.

When he finally pushes me over the edge, I give him exactly what he wants. “Grayson!” I scream, my body feels like it’s been sucked into a vortex as it convulses.

When I finally start to subside, he carefully eases me down, holding me tight so my legs don’t give out. I lay my head against his chest, waiting for my legs to stiffen back up from their current jelly-like state. After a moment, I croak, “Okay, maybe you’re not as old as I thought, but you had me worried there for a second when you had me up so high. So I think we can lower you from geriatric to just plain senior now.”

He lets out a husky laugh, and I lift my head to look up at him. He grins down at me. “Brat,” he growls, slapping my ass and making me laugh. “I don’t think that sassy mouth of yours has learned its lesson. Give me a few more minutes and we try again.”

Oh, now, he’s just making this too easy. “A few minutes? You got some little blue pills around here, huh?” I laugh again when he slaps my ass again, turning me so that I’m directly under the spray.

I sputter but I’m grinning. “Get showered, baby girl,” he huffs. “Then I’ll be happy to show you just how much I don’t need them when you’re around.”

I set to work on washing my hair, but then stop when he decides to take over, making me groan at the delicious feeling of his hands working through my hair and massaging my scalp. By the time he’s done and I wash it all out I’m even more relaxed than I already was. Damn, the man not only has a magic mouth, but he’s got magic fingers too. I’ve struck gold in the lover department, and the after care is damn good too.

I turn around, ready to repay the favor, but I let out a startled yelp when I hear the bathroom door open and someonesay loudly, “I’m sorry, brother, but we need you out here. Now. Vlad’s men struck the garage and security company. Both of them are on fire. We ride out in five minutes.”

Sniper stiffens, and instantly he’s on alert. “On my way,” he tells them. We hear the door shut and I move out of the way as he curses and quickly washes himself and his hair.

“Should have fucking known,” he grits out. “We pulled our men off watching the businesses to try and find these locations.”

I climb out of the shower as he finishes. My gut sours, thinking of the losses the club is about to face. I fight back the fear that it won’t be just the businesses they lose, but their own lives. War is messy. The Russians are trained as machines, and they will not stop until whatever is in their way is obliterated.

I squeeze water out of my hair as much as I can before I braid it, and rush to get dressed. Sniper is right behind me. Neither of us speaking, even as we rush downstairs.

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