Page 65 of The Devils of Saint City

Asher is on his feet so fast I can’t help but feel like he was going to suggest this before I did. “I got her, you get the blanket.”

“Not fair,” Manson grumbles just as Ash tosses me over his shoulder to head inside.

Little fucker still doesn’t trust me. I’m not sure he ever will, but at least this was a decent start.

We just have a long way to go.

25

After almost two weeks of being on my best behavior, I decide to try my luck. The backyard is great and having fresh air has been a godsend for my mindset, but I’m greedy. I want more.

I deserve more.

So I climb my naked little ass up into Manson’s lap and kiss him slowly, dragging his attention away from his phone. “Do you guys have to work today?”

“Yeah, waiting on Ash to hurry up back there,” he mutters against my mouth, then kisses me again. “Don’t have time for this unfortunately.”

He grinds up against me, staring down at my bare pussy with hungry eyes.

I’m almost a little offended he says he doesn’t have time.

“So take me with you and I’ll blow you in the backseat while he drives,” I offer. “Do you have time for that?”

When excitement lights up his eyes I know I’ve won... with him at least. Now we have to convince Ash.

“Yeah, definitely have time for that.”

Ash comes out before we can discuss it further, his hands feeling around his pockets like he’s making sure he has everything he needs. “Time for what?”

His gaze finds my bare ass, so I lift up just enough that he gets a better look. “Manson wants to take me on a little ride along so I can help him clear his head.”

“His head or his balls?” Ash jokes, he’s been doing that a lot more recently, and when he closes the distance to slide two fingers into my pussy, I think he might actually agree. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Is it though?” Manson pushes. “People don’t really like to cross us these days.”

“Maybe not, but some still do. It’d put her at risk.”

It’s not lost on me that they’re arguing about my safety, not about letting me leave the house. It puts hope in my chest. “How dangerous can it be? What do you guys even do for him?”

“It depends,” Ash responds, his fingers leaving my body so he can reach around and make Manson suck them clean. “Today we have to send a message. A harsh one.”

“So what, you’re gonna go threaten people?” I ask. “I can stay in the truck.”

They meet each other’s gazes and chuckle. “Something like that. If we have to use our guns... how are you gonna feel about that?”

I’ve been doing mental gymnastics trying to avoid the truth of what they do. I’ve seen the guns and the passports, heard them whispering to themselves, tended their wounds. Am I really ready to see it up close where I can’t deny it anymore?

“Can I have a gun?”

“There’s one in the truck. Do you mean one in your hands specifically?”

Manson leans in to kiss my cheek. “I’m okay with it.”

“The one in the truck is fine. I doubt I’ll need one, but if you’re worried it’s too dangerous, having access to one is a good thing. Right?” I ask, tangling my fingers in Manson’s hair. “Especially since you know I won’t use it against you.”

Something softens in his eyes as he nods. “Alright. Guess it can’t hurt having another pair of eyes watching our backs.” He doesn’t look particularly happy about me going, but he also doesn’t look angry, so I’ll take it as a win. “But you’ll be clearing my head on the drive home. Got it?”

That’s a lot of dick sucking just to get out of the house, but what’s the difference? I’d do it here anyway. “Understood. I’ll go get dressed.”

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