Devil's Girl(44)

He shrugged. “Going to see what we can see.”

I wondered what made him that way, what made him want to wander. He didn’t seem to be running to or from anything in particular. Maybe he wasn’t such a complex soul as I used to imagine; maybe he was just plain restless in general.

I missed him all the time.

Theo had us driving well into the night. He wanted to cover as much ground as possible as quickly as possible. He wanted to beat Viper there, buy himself some time to talk to Bill, figure out something. He told me to flash the high beams if I needed to stop.

The coffee would keep me going for a long time still, but a short break wouldn’t ruin our lead. I flashed the lights, honked my horn, and pulled over onto the shoulder. I had all the windows open and the Rolling Stones playing when Theo found me climbing into the truck’s bed. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He climbed up after me. The floor was dusty, but at least it was dry. I used my jacket to cushion my head and laid back.

“Nothing,” I said. It was a clear night, and we could see stars for miles. “Just wanted a break. Two songs?”

He stretched out next to me with a grunt. His legs must have been sore, wrapped around his bike for so many hours. “However many songs you need,” he said. Staring straight up at nothing but the expanse of space made me dizzy, so I turned to face him. There were dark circles under his eyes, but otherwise he looked just as handsome as ever.

“I forgot how much I love road trips,” I said. “Like, really forgot.”

“Funny,” he said, “You’re amongst the right people.”

“Yeah, but they always went places without me. I might as well have lived in the clubhouse.”

“Is that what you want to do when this is over? Take a road trip?” You. Not us. Just me. I felt a stabbing pain in my heart.

“I don’t know,” I said, turning back to the sky. “Maybe. What will you do?”

“I don’t know.” He propped himself up on his arms so he was looking down at me. “You said let’s not worry about later. So, let’s not.”

“You brought it up!”

He grinned down at me. “I have a promise to keep.”

It took me a moment to remember what he was talking about, but once I did, I nodded emphatically.

He took it slow, but his kiss was hungry. He drew my lips between his, sucking gently, tracing little circles with the tip of his tongue. I tugged him closer with a soft moan. God, I feel alive again. His tongue plundered my mouth, thrusting inside and tangling with my own. It built an ache in my belly, a heat between my legs. He pulled back and asked, “You okay?”

“Yes,” I said quickly, and pulled him in closer still. One of his legs slid between mine, and I found myself pressing down on it. I gasped at the sharp thrill that ran through me at the contact. Encouraged, he trapped my head between his arms and kissed me with a more urgent need. He lifted his leg higher for more direct contact against my hot and throbbing pussy. Suddenly overcome with need, I rode his thickly muscled thigh, and the heat became an inferno. I moaned around his tongue.

He broke the kiss with a groan. “I want to make you come,” he said, his lips and tongue leaving a wet path down my neck. “Tell me what to do.”

I panted as I kept rubbing myself against his leg. His face hovered above mine, dark with lust but creased with concern. “Maybe just… this feel really good.” I wouldn’t come that way, though; I needed more direct contact. “Maybe just your hand. I want to stay like this.”

He smiled and kissed my nose. Looking down between us, he unbuttoned my jeans and said, “Lift a little.” With my ass off the floor, he pushed them down just a little ways - just enough to expose my panties. He rubbed me through the thin cotton, already damp with my fluids. He groaned when he touched it.

He pushed the panties aside, exposing my pussy to the night air. I trembled as I waited for his touch. “Tell me if you need me to stop,” he said. Then he stroked my swollen lips. When I opened my mouth with another gasp, he covered it with his own.

I writhed against him like a wild thing. When he slid one thick finger inside me, then two, I muttered his name against his lips. His fingers plunged faster as he sensed my need. “Theo, oh, God…” The pad of his thumb found my clit and ground against it.

I came apart with a wail. Rocking against his hand, every muscle tensed as I spasmed around his fingers. My cries echoed up into the night sky as my body thrummed with a pleasure given by the man who’d pulled me from hell, who’d saved me and cared for me and demanded nothing in return; my heart swelled, and for just that brief breath of a moment, I knew joy again.