Devil You Know(56)

“Jesus, Malice!”

I pull back, and lower her to the bed. “Hold on, babe. Things are about to get rough.” I bend at the knees, tucking her ankles either side of my neck, and sink myself into her warmth.

Neither of us can hold back the tension that has shrouded us from the day we arrived here. Jane thrusts against me, and I pull her hard onto my cock until white spots dance in my vision. Her feet find stability against my shoulders, and she uses me as an anchor to deepen her movements.

Sweet bliss rolls in like an avalanche, and I roar out my release as she screams beneath me. Her muscles milk me for all they can: eager, and willing. Her breaths come in short, ragged bursts as she tries to regain control. She’s carefree, and letting her body take over what her mind usually censors. It’s perfect.

“I don’t know about you,” I say, and slap her on the backside, “but that wasn’t nearly enough.”

She bites her lip, and shakes her head. “Not nearly.”

“Good thing it doesn’t matter if I’m late to work, then,” I say, as I start to rock into her again.





“I’LL GET it,” I call out after a knock at the door.

I answer, and find a tall, dark-haired man sporting a well-groomed beard looking down at me.

“You must be Jane,” he says, offering his hand.

“And you must be Ty.”

He gives me the kind of dashing smile that has probably ruined hundreds of women.

“Come in,” I say, and step aside.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He passes by, and places his keys on the side table. “Where’s the boy?”

“Over here, asshole,” Malice calls from the kitchen.

Ty wanders over, and takes a stool at the counter. I sit on the spare, and continue with the wine Malice had poured me. The two of them discuss the week while I sip, happy to blend into the background. It’s nice seeing him at ease, interacting with a friend. But despite how relaxed he appears, I can’t help the feeling he’s still not being a hundred percent open. There’s something about the way he cuts his answers short, and doesn’t delve to far into details that show he’s still holding up a barrier, as small as it may be.

“So,” Ty says, “why have you been keeping Jane here hidden from me until now?”

I look to Malice at the same time as he does. Hidden, huh? Malice gives me a sheepish grin, and faces Ty.

“Because I didn’t want newly-single idiots like you thinking they had any chance.”

“You an item, then?”

Again, I look over, eager for the answer.

Malice locks his gaze with mine. “I guess we are.” He watches me, gauging my reaction.

A smile spreads across my face. He winks in return, and goes back to talking with Ty. I can’t stop the giddy butterflies dancing in my gut at the knowledge we’ve become ‘something’.

“And who’s this guy?” Ty asks, scratching Rocco behind the ears.

“That’s my boy, Rocco.”

“Pre-packaged family, huh Malice?”

The glint in Ty’s eyes shows how much he loves to rile Malice up. I grin as the two of them go at it, taking the piss out of each other and making lowly comments, all in the name of fun.

The door opens without a knock or a greeting and Tigger strolls in, followed by Bronx.

“Guys,” Ty says, standing to lock fists with them in turn.

Tigger heads for the couch and blends into the cushions, without a word.

“He still a bit off?” Malice asks.

Bronx gives a quick nod, and looks over. “Asshole won’t admit he needs help.”

“Because I don’t fucking need it,” Tigger responds.

The boys exchange glances, and I catch the not-so-subtle way Malice looks at me. I can’t shake the feeling I’m being left out of something—on purpose. I decide to leave them to it, and take my wine to sit with Tigger.

“Hi,” I say, offering my hand. “I’m Jane. I believe we didn’t meet properly the other night.”

He shakes it, and eyes me intently. “You were pretty messed up. You okay now?”

“I could ask the same of you,” I say, and hold my breath.

He watches his fingers as he picks at a spot on his shorts. “The guys mean well, I know that, but who the fuck do they expect me to talk to about it?”

“About what?”

He taps his temple. “The stuff that swirls around up here like a fucking cesspool of shit.”

I frown. “Have you seen your GP? A counselor?”

He laughs, and I inch away a little at the callous sound of it. “Old dick-wad over there hasn’t told you much about us, huh?”

“I guess not,” I snap back, completely aware of my apparent shortcomings.