Wanted By The Devil (Devil's Riders 1)

He hadn’t thought it was possible, but his shy little virgin was giving him a run for his money.

Once he'd opened pandora's box, she was the one who didn't want to stop. He grimaced, just thinking about what she'd done to him two nights ago… once again leaving him with an uncomfortable hard on.

His dick could have drilled for oil. Or cut glass. The thing felt like a steel rod, the kind you used to hold up a damn building.

It was still hard and aching, even after he’d rubbed a few out. The relief had been momentary at best. Only she could scratch that itch for him, and he had promised her mama to go slow.

He was dangerously close to breaking that promise. He was constantly fighting the urge to toss her over his bike, take her to the cabin and tie her to his damn bed.

The longer he waited, the more he wanted to have rough, bed breaking sex with her. Things were not going according to plan. Not at fucking all.

He'd even stayed away last night to see if he could loosen her hold on him. Instead he’d drank beer after beer, staring miserably at the clock, counting the hours until he could see her again.

It was happening so fast. He didn’t just want her now. For years she’d been a goal- something to wait for. Something that was a reward.

What he hadn’t counted on was this feeling that he wasn't just him anymore- now he was part of an 'us.' It wasn't even just wanting her in his bed, though that was a big part of it. He didn't feel like he was in control of his feelings anymore.

He didn't like it.

Two nights ago they'd been fooling around for an hour, he'd finally come close to touching her sweet little pussy. He’d slid his fingers between her legs, rubbing them lightly over her tight denim shorts.

He'd been wondering about the wisdom of unzipping her shorts when he'd felt her tentative caress on the front of his jeans. Jesus. That fluttering little touch had almost sent him over the edge. And then she'd gotten bolder.

He'd had to take another cold shower last night. He was enjoying her, more than he thought was possible, but his patience was wearing thin.

Tonight was the night. He was done waiting, and if he were honest with himself, she seemed to be done waiting too.

If he could just get through this meeting he'd be fine.

He was finding his razor sharp mind was less focused than usual. He forced himself to listen careful to what Jack was reporting.

The new Sherifff was making things difficult for the club. They already knew that. But now it was looking like his animosity was specifically targeted at Devlin.

He'd been ticketed again last night, after he'd dropped off Kaylie thankfully. He didn't want to think about giving the cops a chance to hassle his woman. She was so delicate… he frowned at the thought.

Enough was enough.

"This stops now. Find out what they have on me. You still in with your cousin, Donnie?"

Donahue nodded. His cousin was on the force one town over. He couldn't keep the cops off their asses but he could tip them off when a big bust was brewing.

The Spawns of Satan, aka SOS, didn't traffic in drugs, guns or hookers, but they did have their own set of laws. And they did partake in drugs, guns and hookers.

Well, not Dev himself. He had never paid for it, not even before he was club president. Hell, he just had to snap his fingers as he was swimming in girls, all before Kaylie of course. And he didn’t do drugs or get hammered on booze. But a lot of the guys did.

He didn't enjoy drugs because of his need for control and as for paying for sex, that was a joke. He spent most of his time turning women down. It was almost annoying, especially since he had Kaylie now.

Why go out for chicken nuggets when you had kobe beef at home?

It was a running joke at the clubhouse that Dev had the best sloppy seconds. Girls just hung around waiting for him to notice him all the time. If he did, he didn't usually see them more than once.

When he passed them over, they became easy pickings for the rest of the guys in the club. He couldn't tell you the number of times he'd been credited with getting another Spawn laid.

For the most part, Devlin ignored it. Sex was just sex just a release. He saw no need to talk about it. It had never meant anything to him beyond that.

Being good looking was definitely part of it, but it was the power of running the SOS that had made it go over the top. He was bored by the cheap thrills. He didn’t want the hassle.