Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

“The table for your place?”

“Yeah. Unless Jack needs it.”

“I think Jack has enough furniture.”

I nodded. Jack had been building out his industrial building downtown for years, even before he partnered up with Janet. And it was a partnership. They were so tight it was hard to remember a time before they were together. But I’d known Jack back when he was called The Viking. The man never smiled back then. Nowadays, it was rare to see him without a smile or a redheaded tot clinging to his enormous frame.

“If things go right, I might be ready to get a bigger place. Been planning to for a while, anyway.”

“Yeah?”

“Gran could stay with me if I had a house. If she wanted to. I think she likes the nursing home. But if there were grandkids, I bet she would change her mind or at least come over.”

Whiskey yelped as he grabbed his foot. I stared at him. He’d dropped his hammer on it. He put his foot down and stared at me like I was a crazy person.

Of course, most people knew I was a wild man, so that wasn’t surprising. Whiskey knew how crazy I could get, more than most.

“What?”

“Grandkids? Who are you?”

“You know I love kids.”

“Yeah, you’re great with Petunia. But I never thought I’d see you settle down.”

“I have dreams too, Whiskey.”

“Sorry, man. I didn’t mean anything.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Whiskey. I was pretty fucking surprised myself.”

I went back to my table. I wanted the surface extra-smooth so I could stain and wax it. No polyurethane for me. I was a purist. I hated that shiny shit.

Next, I would cut out some thin slivers and shapes to add a darker wood. It had to be perfect because I wasn’t a fan of slathering wood glue all over the place. As soon as I got some other wood, anyway.

It had to be just right.

I hadn’t thought about Molly in almost five minutes! I congratulated myself and then realized I was thinking about her again. The way she’d looked in the kitchen. The sweet way she smelled. And the sexy noises she’d made when she came.

I groaned, thinking about how Molly had felt on my fingers. She was so shy, she wouldn’t even let me kiss her sweet pussy. She’d nearly collapsed after I finally let her come. I could still taste her from when I’d licked my fingers clean.

She was so sweet. So pure. So goddamn tight. I had a feeling she might squeeze my dick off. I’d been so close to coming in my pants that I practically ran out of there.

Yeah. Me. The man who could stay hard for hours. I’d nearly busted a nut with her barely even touching me. One stroke. Through my pants.

Oh, I was a dead man.

I smiled grimly. I would get her, eventually. I would get her and I would blow her mind. Give her so much pleasure she never wanted to leave. I just had to be patient.

I’d seen a show late one night about training falcons. I watched weird shit when I came home from the clubhouse sometimes, especially when I’d been partying. You didn’t force a falcon to do your bidding. It was a seduction. You let the bird get used to you, then you trained it to your hand. You never actually tamed the bird. It was always a wild thing. It was only tame for you.

That’s how I had to do this. Not that she was wild, but she was different. She wasn’t a girl who’d been with a hundred guys or knew the ropes. She was special. Beyond special.

She was perfect.

I knew Molly would be more than worth the wait. I grimaced and adjusted my aching package. I would tame her to my hand. I just had to live long enough to survive it.

“Speak of the devil.”

I smiled without lifting my head. I looked over my shoulder to see Jack pull into Whiskey’s driveway. The roar of his ride was unmistakable. We all knew the sound of each others’ engines. It was like a fingerprint, but for club guys.

Jack walked in and looked at us. Without a word, he picked up a tool and started working on a half-finished bookshelf Whiskey was building for his little girl’s room. A lot of the baby stuff was getting moved into the smallest of the bedrooms for the baby who was on the way.

“Callaway’s gone soft, Jack.”

Jack grunted. To my ears, it sounded like approval. He didn’t preach or dole out advice, but I could tell when he thought I’d gone too far. Which was pretty much all the time lately.

Jack, for one, would be happy if I could get this to work with Molly.

Not as happy as me, of course. And definitely not as happy as my aching cock.