Page 75 of Devil Bound
“I must’ve dropped my wallet, okay?”I said to the smug Devil standing next to me, so pleased with himself that it radiated from him like searing heat off desert sand.The barista was noticing too.Either that, or she was wondering why I had no money on me.
“Trony checks the pockets before she does laundry.Your things are probably in the kitchen.”
“Ugh, fuck.”
“Soon,” he purr-whispered.
I turned my head and narrowed my eyes at him.I opened my mouth to tell him where he could shove that, but then I realized he already had.Shoved.And from a certain viewpoint, there had been some fucking already, or at least some penetration.Even as I thought it, my muscles tightened involuntarily around the godsdamned butt plug again.
Lucifer’s eyes twinkled, and he smiled like the horny, horny ass he was.“Is everything all right, Nelly?”
I glanced around to make sure no one was going to overhear.“Fuck you, Lucy.”
There was that rolling, rumbling Devil noise again.“Babe.You’ll know better soon.The other way around, always.”
The barista saved me from dispensing another “fuck you” in his general direction by putting a nice large coffee in front of me.
“There you go.”She had nothing but a lukewarm nod for me, but a big old smile for the Devil at my side.
She could have him for all I cared.And his magic plug too.
“Yeah, thanks,” I said, sounding like the kind of grumpy customer who made nice people want to quit the service industry.
Lucy put an arm around me just as my hand closed around the paper cup.“Thank you so much.Nelly has it bad when it comes to coffee.”
She chuckled.“Oh, I know the type.”
The fuck?Were they flirting?With me right there?The nerve.Then again, who cared?I had coffee, and the coffee was so, so good.The first sip alone calmed me by miles.
“Oh, my Nelly is a type all his own.”Lucifer stroked my shoulder with his thumb.I tried to shrug his hand off.
The barista looked at me, clearly unimpressed.“The things we will endure for love.”
That did it.The coffee wasnotgood enough to distract me from the dark turns this conversation was taking.
“Right.Gotta go.Bye.”
Getting out from under Lucifer’s muscly arm was a small feat, but fueled by strong arabica, I made it, leaving the bakery and the nosy, nosy barista behind.Sadly, a fluffy-haired shadow soon appeared at my side, and the clicking of claws on the pavement let me know Soul wasn’t too far away either.
“In a hurry, babe?”
“Five minutes.Can I just have five minutes to enjoy this coffee I will fully reimburse you for?”
“Hmmm.Reimburse.Fancy word, that.”
I shot him a look.I couldn’t wait for this to be over, for him to get fed up with me and move on to the next willing flower like the immortal butterfly he was.
“You’ll get your coffee money back, Lucy, so let me at least have this one in peace.”
He raised an eyebrow.“Whatever you say, Nelly.”
It was entirely possible he had an internal timer, but regardless, he was shutting up for the time being.
I walked around Chymical Street aimlessly, slowing to the pace of the tourists and the few locals around me as I finished my coffee.At least this way, the friction in my ass was reduced, and I could almost imagine I was just out for a stroll by my lonesome.Except whenever someone stared in my general direction, clearly looking at the person next to me, I was uncomfortably reminded that I wasn’t alone.Lucifer stuck to my side like an unshakable hellish glob of person-shaped glue with pretty baby cat hair and dazzling blue eyes.
“You seem so pensive, Nelly,” he said after about five minutes.Soul barked in agreement from my other side.Yeah, the Devil and the cursed poodle had ganged up on me, because that was my life.
“Just…hungover.”
