She watched him suck his fingers into his mouth. His fingers were shining with her cream. Lexie felt her cheeks heat up at the sight.
“So fucking tasty.” Once he was finished, he took hold of her hand and went to the door. “What the fuck do you want?” Devil asked. The agent looked taken aback.
Keeping her gaze on the nearest wall, Lexie thought about how quickly her life had changed. There really was no going back at all.
****
Devil bought the club and made sure the agent knew he was moving in right away. It wasn’t the best place to start with a kid, but it certainly was better than the fucking strip club. Vincent helped him move what little Lexie owned into the club. This place was going to tide him and Lexie over until he found them a house. He liked the thought of going to the wealthy area of town and buying one of the biggest houses in the estate. Devil loved to wind people up. He could just see them now in their pressed suits on their way to work when he walked out with his leathers, heading to the club on his bike.
He’d invested a lot of his money and gotten a good return from the markets. Devil may have spent his years on the road, but it didn’t mean he didn’t know how to handle his money. The club was what he looked out for nowadays, and nothing was going to change that.
“This place is going to need a lot of cleaning up. I can round up some girls to come and gut this place,” Phoebe said, standing beside him.
“That would be great.” He looked around the main room and knew he was going to put a bar in along the far wall. There were several tables in different stages of rot. “I can’t let Lexie and Simon stay here tonight.”
“Our home is always welcome, but you’re going to have to be quiet. The boys giggle when you try to fuck.”
Devil started laughing.
“We’ll be fucking all right. Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Devil asked. He tensed as he saw Lexie enter with his son on her hip. She was so fucking beautiful and made his dick ache with need.
They needed to get some time together.
“How about I take Simon for the night and we give you our pool house. The boys will not think to go down there and you’ll have you privacy,” Phoebe said.
“Did I mention how much I love you?” he asked, kissing her temple.
“Hey, I’m Vincent’s, but I know what it’s like in those early days. You’ve got a kid with another woman. The least you can do is give her some loving to butter her up.”
“You know I’m not letting her go. Do you think I should?” he asked. Phoebe had put Vincent on the straight and narrow. When Devil hadn’t been able to rein his boy in, Phoebe had come along giving him a purpose and a home. Vincent was a good man, but there were times even good men lost their way.
“Nah, she needs someone to take the lead. She’s been through too much, and you can see that in her eyes. Vincent was fond of her though. He talked about her all the time. He was impressed with the fact she was taking care of a kid that wasn’t actually hers.” Phoebe tapped his arms. “Whatever you decide is up to you. I don’t think she’s going to leave that boy easily, do you?”
She didn’t wait for his answer and walked in the opposite direction.
Staring at Lexie he felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. He was old enough to be her father, and yet he was lusting after he like he was some kind of fucking teenager.
“What’s up, Boss?” Ripper asked, approaching him.
“Nothing. I’m not sticking around here tonight. You and the boys need to clean that shit up at the strip club. I want it open for business. We need to make our stand. No drugs or squabbles. I don’t run a kindergarten,” Devil said.
“I’ll tell Curse to give the word out.”
“You do that.”
“Is she sticking around?” Ripper asked, nodding toward Lexie.
“She is, and she’s mine. Don’t even think about trying to take her. I’ll kill you first.”
“You’re damn lucky. She’s sexy as hell, and I bet not many men have been between her thighs.”
The thought of any man knowing what she’d be like in bed made him angry.
“Shut it, Ripper.”
He left his boys alone to go to Lexie’s side. Her hair lay down her back, begging to be held. Standing beside her, he saw she was looking out of the window, pointing things out to Simon.
“We’re not staying here tonight.”
“Thank God, I thought you didn’t have the first clue of the right environment for a baby.”
Stroking her hair, he kissed Simon’s head.
“He’s staying with Phoebe and Vincent. We’ve got the night in their pool house.” Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t say anything to dispute him. “Got any questions?” he asked.