Heading out with Devil, she sat on his lap as the men started playing cards.
“You’re all a bunch of pussies,” Devil said.
Lexie laughed, knowing he’d been waiting for the right moment to tell his men what he thought.
“What?” Ripper asked.
“Sending a girl to do your job. I didn’t realize the kind of cowards I rode with,” Devil said.
“We weren’t wrong. You’d have castrated us for interfering with your fun.” This came from Curse.
They talked amongst themselves as Lexie thought about the young girl in the house. “You were good with Judi today,” she said when they stopped arguing.
“She’s a sweet kid. The bastard took too fucking much from her.” His fingers stroked along her thigh. The denim didn’t stop the pleasure she experienced from his touch.
“Did you hear what she said about one of the men wanting her along this street?” she asked.
“Yeah, I heard. I also heard that he didn’t do anything to her. Man was looking for a woman, and Rob handed him a girl. Judi’s been through too much, and I think it’s time for her to know what it’s like to be a kid. I’m not going to cause problems for her, but I’m not going to act like it hasn’t happened.” His hand moved further up her thigh. The tips of his fingers grazed her pussy with his touch.
“She’s a lucky girl,” Lexie said, resting against him as the conversation picked up. He kept a firm hold of her throughout it all.
For the next hour she tried not to moan aloud as his touch became more daring, touching her blatantly in front of his men. None of them made a comment, but she saw them watching.
“So, boys, what do you think of staying in Piston County?” he asked.
Lexie tensed, wondering if she was about to hear them start disputing their stay.
“Club is coming around. I can see us setting down roots. I don’t think we should be moving Judi around, and she’s one of us now,” Curse said. “I’m ready to stick around with Vincent.”
Several other men voiced their positive thoughts. She felt giddy at their words. Devil was staying.
You’re falling.
No, she wasn’t fucking falling. She was already there, loving him.
“Then we’re staying.” Devil lifted her up off his lap, finishing off his beer. His arm was still around her waist. “Keep it quiet, and don’t drink too much. I don’t want Judi uncomfortable.”
“Dude, we’re being pretty fucking sweet for you,” Death said.
She didn’t want to know why they got their names. Death sounded way too scary.
“Good. See you in the morning.” Devil kept his arm around her as they headed toward the house.
****
Devil stroked her stomach as he made his way upstairs. Lexie didn’t push him away, and he kept a firm hold of her. Her body was so soft against him. The way he saw her with Judi made him feel so fucking proud. She didn’t hurt the other girl but embraced her as if they were sisters. There were times he felt Lexie was a lot older than she actually was. The only way he could think to describe her was very motherly.
Between Simon and Judi, Lexie was a natural in caring about everyone. He’d watched her working the kitchen, cleaning up the house and dealing with the kids. The house was perfect, and he found himself calming down within himself merely watching her.
Closing and locking the door, he spun her in his arms.
“Do you have a problem with us staying around?” he asked. He had felt her tense when he asked the boys.
“No, I don’t have a problem with that at all.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him down. “In fact, I like it. I like it a hell of a lot.” Her lips covered his, and Devil realized it was the first time she initiated a kiss between them. Holding onto her plump ass, he rubbed his cock against her pussy.
“What has gotten into you?” he asked.
“Nothing. I just realized I liked you.” She kissed down his cheek to his neck. Off his jacket went, followed by his shirt. “I love your tattoos.”
Her fingers skimmed down his chest then up his arms before stopping around his neck. Stroking her cheek, he moved down to sink his fingers into her hair. The length flowed down her back. Fisting the length he watched her gasp and her eyes dilate.
“I’d love to have my name tattooed over this lush, tight body.” He tore the vest from her. The material tore with the force of his grip.
She squealed. “You’re ruining my clothes.”
“If we didn’t have company I’d have you running around naked all day long.”
Her lips pressed to his chest as her hands worked down to his jeans. Releasing her hair, he removed her bra letting those full tits swing free. Devil was addicted to her tits. Fuck, he was addicted to her body. The ripe curves were practically begging to be touched.