Page 41 of Dancin' with Demons

“Thank you.” I smile up at him as a shrill whistle brings the celebration down. Turning around with Renegade, Catacomb’s eyes are full of something I can’t place.

“What made the scars on your shoulders?”

I don’t take my eyes off him as I know several of the men move to look at the words,Fuck Toyin my shoulders. “White Phosphorus.” Catacomb whines. “So, obviously, searing iron isn’t so bad.”

As Catacomb nods his approval, Rainie steps up in front of me and squats down, gently putting gauze over my new brand. Once she is done, I fix my pants and button them. Surprisingly, this really doesn’t hurt that bad. Plus, I had Savior completely natural, and it hasn’t been long enough for me to forget that level of pain.

Everyone heads back inside, and stepping through the door, I realize Savior is up and watching television with Sandra. I hadn’t even realized she’d gone back inside at any point. Renegade slips his hand into mine and gently pulls me over to the bar where Catacomb stopped, asking if he can and Sandra can keep an eye on Savior for a few while he and I talk. Somehow, I kinda figured we’d be having a discussion after this. As soon as Catacomb agrees, Renegade is pulling me behind him toward our room.

He doesn’t say anything, and as he unlocks the bedroom door, I actually start to worry a little. After he opens the door, he ushers me inside and slams the door closed again, turning the lock. I face him and open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, but his lips claim mine before I can. Renegade kisses me with a force and passion that takes my breath away. Despite that, I find myself kissing him back just as hard, my hands frantically yanking at his shirt with the overwhelming urge to give everything to this man right here, right now.

Renegade breaks the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and then grabs the belt loops on my jeans, yanking my body back to his as he brings his mouth back to mine, too. I don’t even realize we’re moving into the room until he turns me and walks me backward into our bedroom. Not bothering to shut the door, Renegade breaks our kiss again, staring down at me, both of out of breath, his chest rising and falling in heaves.

“I want to make love to you, Raylynn, and I don’t want anythin’ between us,” he breathes, his husky voice just as fervent as his lips were a moment ago. “But what happens next is entirely up to you.”

“I’m okay with that,” I say softly, and that’s the magic words to Renegade.

His muscles tense with the effort to move slower than he was a moment ago as he grabs the hem of my shirts and pulls it over my head. His eyes never leave mine as he squats in front of me, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down my legs. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I step out of them, and Renegade stands, scooping me up by my ass so that I wrap my legs around him. Walking forward a few steps, he stops and leans forward to lower me onto the bed, and grinds forward, his hard-on pressing into my core, pulling a moan from my lips. The flash over need in Renegade’s eyes is intense, and he does it again, my reaction the same.

Sitting back, he pulls me with him for a moment, reaching around my back and popping the hooks on my bra. As I lay back against the bed, he pulls straps from my shoulders. Part of me wants to cover myself, but as Renegade’s eyes roam over my chest, his tongue parting out to lick his lips, I force myself not to. He leans over me, and my sex aches with a need unlike anything I’ve ever felt at the first swipe of his tongue around my pebbled nipple. Moan after moan forces its way from my mouth with each pass of his tongue, and as he moves to the other one and the cold air hits my wet nipple, my hands find his hair and I lift my hips, looking for friction.

Renegade groans, trailing his lips down the center of my chest. As he kisses my lower stomach, he pulls my panties down my legs. Moving with the motion, he sits up and tosses them aside before grabbing each of my knees and pushes my legs open. Lowering his head, I practically levitate off the mattress as he swirls his tongue around my clit and slides two fingers inside me, curling them, hitting a spot I didn’t know I had. Before I know it, it feels like I’m going to explode.

“I’m gonna come, Renegade,” I gasp, and he flicks his tongue back and forth quickly against my aching clit, shoving me over the edge. My hands slam into the mattress, and I fist the blanket as I moan his name again.

Renegade stands and I glance at him in time to catch my first sight of his cock springing free as he removes his clothes. Crawling between my legs, hitching them up as the head of his thick cock presses against my entrance, Renegade firmly grabs the front of my throat. “In this bed, it’s Makoa, little love.”

I scream in pleasure as he slams his entire length into me, stilling for a second. Pulling back he does it again, and stills again. Third time, he doesn’t stop. Renegade fucks me hard enough that I can’t stop moaning and cussing the entire time, wave after wave of raw pleasure jolting through my body until the build starts again.

“Come on, little love,” he grunts as his pace finally picks up, his thrusts bottoming out against me harder each time.

“Makoa,” I gasp, and he groans, moving a little faster and harder, “please don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, letting go of my throat to slide his hand between us. He rubs my clit for a few moments, and I shatter around him, screaming his name. He slams into me a few more times before he growls a strangled version of my name, coming inside of me, and following it by leaning down and taking my lips with his.

Pulling back, he lets out a content little hum before bringing a hand up to run through the top of my hair. “I love you, Raylynn.”

Smiling, it’s this moment that all the fear I have about being with Renegade seems to just evaporate. “I love you, too.”

Chapter 15

Renegade

Stretchin’, the smile from last night is back on my face as I roll over to pull Raylynn close to me. My eyes fly open and my heart stutters with panic, though, when my arms land on nothin’ but cold, empty bed. Slidin’ out of bed, I grab my sweats and shrug ‘em on before steppin’ into the hallway. Leanin’ into Savior’s room, it’s empty but her bed is unmade, so they haven’t been up long. I’ve noticed Raylynn has her in the habit of makin’ the bed as soon as she’s done breakfast.

Paddin’ down the hall barefoot to the livin’ area, the shrill scream of a woman cussin’ someone out pushes through the door. As I reach for the handle, I realize the damn door is unlocked. Yankin’ it open, Kitty’s voice bounces off the fuckin’ walls.

“This stupid little bitch ain’t got no right actin’ like that here, Catacomb. I been here a year, and she ain’t even been here a full fuckin’ day!”

Steppin’ into the hall, I run my fingers through my hair to tame it since I didn’t bother grabbin’ an elastic. Catacomb is standin’ pretty much in the middle of the hallway, just to the right past my door. Kitty is in front of him, holdin’ an ice pack to her head while Hammer is behind her leanin’ on the wall. To my left is Raylynn with Savior in her arms, and it doesn’t take but a second to realize my little one is hidin’ against her mother and cryin’. The little girl’s shoulders shake, her whole body vibratin’ as Raylynn rubs her hand up and down her back.

“What the hell is goin’ on?” I say loudly causin’ Catacomb to spin and face me. I swear there’s a look of relief in my president’s eyes. Steppin’ toward Raylynn and Savior, I glance behind ‘em and am kinda surprised to find Lacey, Sandra, Pint, Reaper, and Trickster. Why does it feel like people just picked sides in this fuckin’ hallway? Gently, I lay my hand on Savior’s back, and my heart breaks when she cries harder with a small scream only muffled by Raylynn’s shoulder. “Little one? What’s goin’ on?”

“No!” Savior’s voice cracks and she turns her head further into Raylynn’s neck.

“Everyone fuckin’ shut it,” Catacomb bellows, and it’s only then I comprehend that Kitty has been down there runnin’ her mouth this whole time. The only thing I could hear was Savior because she’s the only thing right now that matters, especially with how she’s actin’. “How about someone tell me what the fuck Raylynn did instead of just bitchin’ about what is and isn’t allowed inmyfuckin’ club?”

“That stupid cunt hit me with a fuckin’ fryin’ pan,” Kitty shrieks as she pulls the ice pack away from the side of her forehead, revealin’ one hell of a fuckin’ goose egg that’s already deeply bruised.

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