“What are you? My guardian angel?” she asked, between kisses.
“There’s nothing angelic about me, baby. Don’t mistake me for anything good.” Taking her hand, he pressed it to his cock. “All I ever want to be is bad.” Rubbing against her, he felt her shudder.
“Kids, dinner is going cold,” Phoebe said, interrupting their moment. He was getting f**king angry with people stopping him from taking what he wanted.
Lexie broke away from him. She surprised him by leading him to the dinner table.
“Your woman has got skills,” Phoebe said. “She knows how to cook, and you got lucky.”
Chapter Six
After dinner, Lexie helped with the dishes, and then there was no getting away from it. Phoebe was pretty much pushing her out of the back door. Devil stood by the pool smoking a cigarette looking up at the sky.
Clearing her throat, she watched him turn toward her. “I’m going to go shower.”
“Okay, I’ll be in soon.”
She nodded, heading past him to go into the pool house. Lexie wasn’t stupid. She knew what was coming, and part of her was really looking forward to it. Would he grow bored with her once he got what he wanted?
Glancing back she saw him talking with Vincent. The two men were in a deep conversation with one another. Opening the door, she let herself inside flicking the light on. Phoebe told her where to reach out. The pool house was nice and warm. Grabbing a cable she pulled, and the air conditioning started up. She gazed around the large room before heading toward the back where the bedroom and en-suite bathroom lay.
Closing the door, she flicked the lock in place wanting privacy. For three years and a couple of months she hadn’t had sex. The boy she’d been with couldn’t even figure out how to give her an orgasm.
Lexie turned on the shower and removed her clothes before staring in the mirror at her reflection. Her hair was limp from the day of moving her stuff, but what caught her attention were her eyes.
Last night she’d stared into the same eyes at the strip clubs mirror, and already there was a difference. Twenty-four hours ago they’d been dead to what she was about to do whereas now they looked alive. She suddenly felt twenty-one instead of much older. Living the life she did with a drunk and whore of a mother, Lexie had learned to grow up really fast. By eight years old she’d been fending for herself in the kitchen, cooking for her small family. Kayla had been out, goading the boys, and when she became a teenager the real action happened. Her sister got the horrid reputation of being a slut. Lexie would always remember the crude whispers as she passed people in school. Some of the guys even thought her mother was better than Kayla because at least her mother made the men pay. Kayla gave everything away for free.
For so long she’d been dealing with everything life threw her way she hadn’t the time to think about what she ever wanted. Getting out of the trailer into an apartment had been the first thing she achieved. Not becoming a whore, the second.
Crap, she really didn’t know what she wanted out of life. Her grades at school had been good but not brilliant.
She needed to take this time with Devil to think.
The only thing she ever really wanted was to give Simon a really good home.
“He’s safe now.” Closing her eyes she counted to ten before opening them. Everything looked the same, but she moved toward the shower. The water was hot and made a nice refreshing change from the cold showers she took back at the apartment.
She tried not to think about Devil, the club, or the shit Kayla had put her through. Her sister had never been one to make good decisions. Was having Simon and being with Devil really a bad decision?
Tilting her head back, she kept her eyes closed as the water washed over her body. Slowly, minute by minute she felt the tension inside her begin to ebb away.
We’re safe.
“You think a locked door will keep me away?” Devil asked. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t heard him enter or strip down. Jerking around she saw him butt ass naked. The night before her apartment had been too dark for her to admire his male physique, but damn, Devil was f**king built.
An answering pulse started between her thighs. Crossing her legs she stared up at him, knowing in her heart they were not going to be interrupted.
“We can do tonight one of two ways,” he said, trapping her against the cool tiled wall and his hard body. His hands rested either side of her head. Before he said anything else, he took possession of her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She was under no illusions as to who owned her in those precious seconds. “You can fight me, pretending you don’t want this and forcing me to show you that you do.” He took one of her hands within his own, pressing it against the tile beside her head. Devil did the same with the other hand.
“What’s the other option?” she asked.
The way he held her hands had her br**sts arching up. His gaze dropped down, and the lust intensified in his eyes.
“You stop pretending and give yourself to me without question. You’ll be mine, and I’ll give you plenty more orgasms where that first one came from today.”
She stared up at him wanting more than anything to give in to him. Licking her lips, she battled a tiny little war inside against her man. Lexie knew it was useless. Why fight something she wanted? Her only sexual experience was with a high school kid her own age, and that had been a disaster.
“What’s it going to be, princess?” he asked.
Neither of them said a word.
“Not going to say anything, huh? Fine, let me give you a little taste of what I’m offering.” Her hands were lifted above her head, and he caught them within one of his. She didn’t fight him. The strength in his arms let her know fighting would be futile. “This what you want, baby?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her chest.
Words failed her. They wouldn’t come out of her mouth, and she watched him, filled with desire as he kissed down to her br**sts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and all the time she watched even as she cried out in pleasure.
The hand he had free, caressed up her inner thigh. The water cascaded around them, the droplets bouncing off their skin. Even wet, Devil looked like a f**king wet dream. This was pure torture. Every move, each caress, and all the words he spoke drove her arousal higher than she ever thought it could be.
“What do you hope to gain by being silent?” he asked. His fingers were so close to her pu**y. Biting her lip, she looked him in the eye waiting for him to make the next move. “You’re playing with danger here, baby.”