Devil's Vengeance (Sydney Storm MC 3)

Monroe almost spat out her drink. “Fuck, dude, have you been holding out on me?”

Pushing off from the bar, he said, “You’ll never know.”

Leona sipped her coke and said, “I think he likes you, Hailee.” She’d never been to this pub with me before, so she didn’t know our history.

Monroe skulled her drink before saying, “Oh, he does, honey. I’ve seen the way he looks at her. But then again, Doug’s a flirt from way back.”

I shrugged. “We nearly slept together once. It was best that it didn’t happen.”

Arms circled my waist and warm breath hit my neck as a deep voice rumbled in my ear, “Who did you nearly fuck once? And should I be keeping my eye on him?”

My belly instantly fluttered and my legs swayed. Turning, I looked up at him, taking in the dark desire burning in his gaze. “Hello,” I murmured, unable to form more words because he had me all tongue-tied.

Devil’s gaze pierced me. “You didn’t answer my question. Who did you nearly fuck?”

Oh, God, he was jealous. The way he held me like he never wanted to let me go, the burn in his gaze, and the way he demanded an answer, all screamed his jealousy.

Placing my hands against his chest, I said, “Do you really want to know? Or should we just take this home and I’ll show you that you’re the only man I’m into these days?”

He thought about that for a moment. Shaking his head, he forced out, “I don’t want to know.”

Taking hold of my hand, he dragged me away from the girls, through the Saturday night crowd and to a corner table in the pub. By the time he sat down and pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him, my breaths were coming hard and fast.

“Fuck, De—”

He cut me off when he pulled my lips to his and kissed me. It was our roughest kiss yet, and it erased all thoughts from my mind except for those about him.

When he ended the kiss, my heart was almost beating outside my chest. “What was that about?” I asked, wondering what the hell had gotten into him.

He moved his hands to my thighs and ran them up my legs and under my dress. “Fuck if I know, darlin’. Jealousy isn’t usually a problem of mine, but the thought of another man with you just about sent me fucking crazy.”

I didn’t love jealousy, and was glad it wasn’t the norm for him, but I adored what I could hear in his voice. The fact he wanted me so much and didn’t want to share me made me feel special. No one had ever made me feel that wanted.

Reaching for his jeans, I popped the button and slid the zip down. My fingers worked fast, and I soon had my hand wrapped around his dick.

He

watched as I stroked him, his eyes closing for a brief moment before opening again and meeting my gaze. “You’re gonna give me a hand job in public?”

Lust sizzled along my skin. Bending my mouth to his ear, I said, “No, I’m going to fuck you in public.” His sharp intake of breath made my pussy clench. As far as I was concerned, I couldn’t get him inside me fast enough. The pub was packed that night, and noisy as hell. We sat in the darkened corner, and I figured most people were too busy doing their own thing to even realise what we were doing.

He ran his hands up my back as our eyes met again. “You’re going to fuck me here on this chair for everyone to see?” Disbelief coated his words.

I continued pumping his cock, loving the hiss that escaped his lips. “You should stop doubting me and start getting on board with this. I’m wearing a dress and no underwear. It’s the perfect opp—”

“Fuck,” he rasped as he ran his hands further under my dress to reach for my ass. When he realised I wasn’t lying about wearing no panties, he said, “I’m on fucking board. Never let it be said I ever doubted my woman.”

I grinned as I pressed my mouth to his. Half kissing him, I said, “I like it when you call me your woman.”

He gripped my ass cheeks. “And I like it when you show me your dirty side like this. There should be more sex in public as far as I’m concerned.”

“I’ve never fucked a man in public before you.”

“Baby,” he growled, “I never wanna hear those words or any words like them out of that mouth again. The less I have to think about you with another man, the fucking better.”

I melted against him. “I like it when you call me baby, too.”

“So we’ve established I should call you my woman and baby a lot fucking more, especially if I wanna get fucked in public. Can we move to the part of this night where my dick finally gets inside you?”