Page 62 of Devil's Due

Do I? I frown. Not sure I’ve ever been accused of that. Then I grin. “Has to be a first time for everything, I suppose. While I’m apparently being wise, give this woman of Skull’s a good welcome. Get Violet to take her under her wing. If Skull’s fallen for her, having her getting along with the ol’ ladies will cement his loyalty to the club.”

Demon digests that for a moment. Then he stands, walks around to me, and his meaty hand lands on the back of my cut. “You gonna stay for a drink?”

He’s offering, but my original intention to get back to Stevie hasn’t changed. “Nah, I think I’ll head back. Stevie’s all alone.” Well, she’s got the prospects with her, but I’d rather I was there.

Demon shakes his head. “I can’t imagine it, you know? Being isolated at that cabin and not being able to see? She must jump at every fuckin’ sound.”

“She’s pretty damn smart. We hear a twig snapping. She could probably fuckin’ tell you the weight of whatever walked on it.”

“Yeah?” At my nod, he resumes, “Christ. We could use her as a lookout sometime.” He grins, obviously seeing a use for her talents. “Girl seems smart.”

She is. I find myself preening at the compliment he’s given her, but fuck knows why. She’s my job, that’s all.

I’m still grinning when I make my way, finally, to my bike. Before I mount up, I slap the palm of my hand against my forehead. I really must stop thinking about her as anything other than someone I need to keep safe. If she makes any offer to me tonight, I’ll have to turn it down and for more than one reason.

She’s a target for a killer, we already know that. Letting my guard drop might lead to her death, and there’s no way in hell I want to be responsible for that. My job is just to keep her safe until Max can take up his guide dog duties again and we hand her over to the marshals. They’ll give her a new identity for a second time, she’ll drop out of sight and be in another state where I’ll never be able to find her.

The dog’s doing as well as can be expected, at least I can tell Stevie that. I pause with my finger over the engine start button, wondering how long it will be before the dog’s fit. My days guarding the woman could soon be over, and if our plan works out, Demon will get his VP. Not too long and I’ll be breathing the air of Tucson. Sounds fucking good to me.

The brothers know I’m at the cabin, but until we get the message out I’m there by myself, or for all intents and purposes I am, I still need to be careful not to be followed. I go this way and that, turning an hour’s ride into two as I carefully make sure I’ve got no tail.

Once out on the open road and able to relax, my fucking head goes there, throwing up memories of Stevie sitting on my cock earlier today. I’d seen brothers fucking unconcerned in the clubroom after my impromptu meeting with Demon, it must have been that which reminded me and brings into my mind ideas of what I could do to Stevie.

It would be different, for sure. She wouldn’t be able to see what I was doing. What difference would that make? I wouldn’t be able to make love with my eyes, it would be my hands and tongue that would paint the picture of my desire for her.

Does she like being tied up?Sally certainly hadn’t. Not that we’d tried it. The look of horror in her eyes when I jokingly suggested it had made me backtrack fast. Nah, straight missionary was how Sally wanted it.

But Stevie? Yeah, I reckon she’d be quite adventurous. The thought of being in control with my hand twisted in her hair as I guide her lips to my cock, then start fucking her mouth…

For fuck’s sake!The vibration of the engine isn’t calming my cock at all. The only plus is that I’ll be able to hide it. Just got to keep my distance is all.

Chapter Twenty-Two

After my conversation with Demon and my circuitous route back to the cabin, it’s late by the time I draw up outside. Dan and Wills are hanging out by the railing and look impatient to be off. I just raise my chin at them, and then watch as they walk smartly to the truck and drive away, the noise of the engine gradually fading into the distance.

The need to concentrate on the road in the dark had, at least, calmed my unruly dick. As I wheel my bike the last few feet into the lean-to, I hope it will stay that way. I also hope that Stevie will be in her own bed and sleeping, but, on entering the cabin, I have no such luck.

When I unlock the door and quietly enter the main room, she’s rousing herself on the couch, wiping sleep from bleary eyes. I take a moment to soak in the sight. Her hair is awry, strands coming down over her face, one cheek is red from having been pressed into the cushion.She’s fucking adorable.

Red embers are glowing in the wood burner. She laid a fire or had the prospects? Kept it going all night?Isn’t that dangerous?What if a log fell out and she burned the place, and herself, down? What were Dan and Wills thinking?

“What time is it?”

“Past midnight. You should be asleep in bed.” I wish you were. Then I’d be better able to control myself. My dick, which I had got behaving, has perked up in interest again.

“I was too comfortable in front of the fire,” she pouts. “I didn’t want to move.” When she shivers, I pull the blanket down from the back of the couch and pull it over her. “Well, I was, before I fell asleep and the fire burned down.”

“Didn’t you ask Dan or Wills to build it up again?”

She gives me a look as though saying she’s perfectly capable herself. I change the subject, knowing the thought of her throwing logs into the fire is the making of nightmares.

“Want me to make you a hot chocolate before you go to bed?”

“No, I’m fine. Did you have a good meeting?”

I should tell her yes, or no. Make some shit up. Tomorrow’s soon enough to have the conversation that’s well past time, but somehow the words come out of my mouth. “Why the fuck weren’t you scared of me, Stevie? Why weren’t you worried when you came to the clubhouse?”

Her head tilts as though she can’t understand my question.

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