Page 6 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

“Whoa,” she breathes when we roll up into my driveway. “This is your house?”

“Yup.” It’s a nice house in a nice neighborhood, but I’m not living in a mansion or anything. More like a three-bedroom, two-bathroom split level with a two-car garage and a tiny front yard, but a decent fenced-in back yard complete with a cement patio.

It bothers me that she acts like this house is something amazing because that means she hasn’t had this, or at least she hasn’t had it for a long while.

“The gray siding with the stone is gorgeous. And the white trim pops because of the darker color.”

“I like it. I got brothers close by.”

“You do?”

I nod. “Cutter lives a couple of streets over.” I point over in the direction of Cutter and Aja’s house. “He and his woman just had a baby. Made me her godfather.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“Reaper and Dusty live next to them.”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t expect a biker to live in a neighborhood this nice.”

That makes me laugh. “Most people don’t. If it helps, the inside isn’t nearly as impressive.”

I press the garage door opener that I keep in my saddlebag, the door lifts, and we roll inside to park next to my truck. I shut the bike down, lower the door, and dismount, helping Gia off the back.

When I open the door—it’s connected to the foyer between the steps. One set of stairs leads up to the main living area along with the master bedroom, and the second set leads down to the other two bedrooms—I can’t help but wonder what she sees. The place could use a woman’s touch. I kick off my boots on the hardwood because the rest of the floor has carpeting, except for the kitchen. She follows suit. Then, I lead her up the stairs to the main floor. The steps open up to the kitchen which uses the island to separate from the dining room and living room. The master bedroom is off the kitchen on the other side.

“Come on.” I continue to hold her hand as I lead her into the room with the queen-sized bed. She starts to look nervous and shit. I need her to want this. “Kissing you now,” I tell her right before crushing my lips to hers.

She whimpers, kissing me back as she burrows her hands under my cut to hold me close.

“Want you,” I pant.

“I’m yours,” she pants back, and that’s all the incentive I need to get this going. Lifting her, she wraps her legs around my waist to allow me to carry her to the bed. I lay her down, climbing on top of her.

There’s a spark in her eye, and she smiles. It’s on. We tear at each other’s clothing and I have to lean back to look at her. Fuck, she’s got a beautiful body. Not hard or ripped, but soft with womanly curves that show her age. Early thirties, if I had to guess. She has a few light stretchmarks from when she carried her son. God, her tits are amazing. Her ass is a work of art.

“Do you know how goddamn beautiful you are?”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t do that. Not here. Not tonight. I’m telling you, you’re a goddess, Gee.”

“Thank you,” she breathes. “I didn’t know men looked like you in real life.”

I snicker as I move in to kiss her. I can tell that Gia needs to be fucked and fucked hard tonight. She needs to see how a man like me appreciates all that a woman like her is.

A possessive growl rumbles from deep in my throat. “Getting you ready to take me,” I say right before spreading her legs wide, hooking her knees over my shoulders. And then I feast. She’s so sensitive every place my mouth or my beard touches. Every damn place. She wiggles and squirms. She moans loudly, raking her fingers through my hair and gripping hard.

“Roughneck,” she cries. I snicker again, loving hearing her scream my name. Sucking hard on her clit, I plunge two fingers inside her soaking-wet pussy and stretch them out. If she hasn’t had sex in sixteen years, I need to make sure she’s ready to take me. Her head shoots up off the bed and she screams, “Oh my god.”

If she thinks that’s good, wait until she sees what I have on offer next. I tip my fingers forward to press against her G-spot. Her walls ripple and she cums all over my face. Before her breaths have a chance to settle, I sit up, grab a condom from my bedside table, tear the package open with my teeth, and roll it on.

“That’ll never fit,” she says, staring at my dick.

“It’ll fit. Promise, Gee.”

Gia still looks a little nervous but gives me the go. “Okay,” she whispers.

It’s not easy to be gentle. She’ll get hard once I’m in there, but I don’t want her hurt while I’m sliding in. I hold her open wide enough to glide my painfully hard dick inside and I swear her eyes roll back in her head. After a minute to get her used to my size, the bossy starts to come out. I’m all over that shit. Give me a strong woman any day.

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