Page 70 of The Devil's Scars

To his fingers deep inside her quivering, aching, straining body.

To his eyes blazing down at her as she came, then came again for him.

To tasting herself on his lips when he’d kissed her, whispered against her trembling lips that she was the most amazing, delicious little thing he’d ever known.

To how deeply she was starting to feel for him, for exactly the wrong man. No way Scars would be content sitting here with her, watching her baby on a Sunday morning, after being up half the night not having sex, but instead feeding a hungry baby, rocking a crying baby, changing a wet baby.

God, his hands, though. On Friday, they’d been drenched in her sweet release, and he’d loved it. She wondered when he’d washed her honey off, then felt a warm, twisting pang of lust in her pussy when she thought – with complete certainty – that he’d gone home that night still smelling her on him.

Stop it, stop it, stop it.

“So, Zee.”

Thrilled to have a distraction, she wrenched her mind away from the memory of Scars’ massive erection that had been pushing against his jeans. Her mouth watered from wanting to kneel in front of him, to take him in her mouth, to hold his eyes as she worked him to teasing, exhausting completion.

“Yeah?” She gulped her wine. “What’s up?”

“You feel good here?”

She blinked at him. “Ummmm… you mean, your house?”

“Yeah.” Those silver eyes were watching her closely all of a sudden, and she felt puzzled by his intensity. “You like the neighborhood? You feel safe?”

“Yeah. Totally.”

“Nothing weird that you want me to follow up on while I’m here?”

“Weird?” she repeated blankly. “Uh. No. I mean, the idiot students six doors down party most weekends, but besides that… I mean, it’s not like anyone’s parking outside the house, or trying to look through the blinds or anything like that.”

Silver nodded. “You want me to talk to the party animals?”

“Nah, it’s OK. I only hear them because I’m up at two a.m.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Thanks anyway.” She paused. “Any reason you’re asking?”

“Just being a good landlord. Single woman raising a kid, living alone – some predator types look for that kind of thing. Just checking in.” Silver stretched his legs in front of him, made a mental note to let Wolf and Scars know that Zoe hadn’t picked up on anything strange around the house. “Instincts are amazing things, Zee. They rarely fail us, even if we don’t know they’re nudging us in a certain direction. When I was over in Iraq, I trusted my instincts more than any intel my unit was ever given.”

“You – what? You were in Iraq?”

“Yeah.” He looked surprised. “Wolf never told you that I was in the military?”

“No. He said you were big into karate, and were great at fixing bikes and building them from scratch. Nothing about being overseas.”

“Ohhhh. Well.” Silver flexed his broad shoulders. “It was only for three years, about twelve years ago. I was just a stupid kid, really, and when I came back to the States, I went straight to work in a garage. Had a bit of a detour in jail for two years, sadly, then landed in The Road Devils and back to garage work.”

“Uh – jail?”

“Yep.” He looked at her, saw her unease. “Nothing violent, Zee, I promise. Not even anything true. An accusation that I couldn’t prove to be false, and so I ended up eating the time. Sometimes… well. Sometimes you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person, and the truth doesn’t change much. You know?”

She nodded, thinking about how Wolf had ended up serving six months for assaulting a police officer, a total bullshit charge, as she knew perfectly well. “I do know.” She hesitated. “But – I think – most of you guys have been in jail at some point, right?”

Silver set down his empty glass. “We’re actually a pretty mixed bunch, sweetheart.”

“Yeah? What do you mean?”

“Well. I’m ex-military, though really low-ranking. Ice was a SEAL, though, and the twins and Cain are all former Marines.”

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