Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

Her body was perfect. Flawless. And so clearly untouched it was driving me absolutely fucking insane.

I moaned and looked back down at the menu.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded curtly, not looking at her. I couldn’t. I was going to do something outrageous if I did. Something crazy even for me.

And I had the very distinct feeling that Molly would not like it if I pounced on her in public.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Maybe an omelet?”

I smiled at her, folding my hands on the table.

“What do you want in it?”

She chewed her lip adorably. I sucked in my breath. I wanted to bite that lip. I wanted to bite her ass.

Right before I sank my cock into it.

“Tomato and cheese?”

I nodded.

“Sounds good. You want coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

I leaned back and waited for the waitress. It was a new girl, one I hadn’t met. But I was sure if she worked here, she was a friend to Kaylee, Sally, Becky, and Mae.

When you were waited on by extended family, you always tipped extra-well.

I ordered for us both and leaned forward. I was having a coffee, black. Molly was having water and an omelet. I’d opted for steak and eggs.

I needed my energy for the day. I had plans for the little miss. And not just in the bedroom.

I was trying to be a good guy, but it was really, really hard not to focus on getting her alone. We had other things to do first. Things I hoped she would be glad about.

“How’s Tommy doing?”

She took a sip of her water and smiled at me.

“He’s moving around a bit more. I think he’s going to wake up soon. He does it every couple of months.”

“For how long?”

“Just a few minutes, usually.”

“Wow. Any idea how to keep him from slipping back?”

She shook her head.

“No. But the last time, he was awake for almost twenty minutes. So maybe . . .”

She shrugged.

“They told me to give up on him, but he’s still in there. I can tell. Sometimes, he even squeezes my hand when he hears my voice.”

I nodded. It was heartbreaking. And what a burden for such a young girl.

She held up a manila folder.

“If I can get him supplemental insurance or Medicaid, then hopefully, he can stay where he is.”

“What’s the other option?”

She wrinkled her nose.

“State home. They don’t have radios for music and the beds suck. And I’ve never seen them change him. I think they left him in dirty diapers for a full day a couple of times.”

“Jesus.”

I took her hand.

“I’ll help.”

She blushed a little and looked away.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. I can provide moral support.”

She giggled and looked away. The food came and we dug in. I was happy to see that she ate well. The girl wasn’t shy about food, and she wasn’t the sort to starve herself. Plus, I really liked watching her lips as she ate.

I decided then and there that I was going to make sure she ate well, at least three times a day. I grinned to myself. I was looking forward to plumping her up. Not that she wasn’t perfect the way she was.

She was almost too perfect.

I threw some money on the table without waiting for the bill. Molly protested and then gave up when I wouldn’t budge. She’d eventually get used to my taking care of her.

And she was going to start getting used to it today.

She held still like a good girl as I put her helmet on. I kissed her softly and helped her climb on. She was such a tiny thing, there was no way she could ride a machine like this by herself.

Maybe I’d get her a smaller ride, like the one Jack had made for Janet. I wanted her to be able to travel in style if I wasn’t around.

Of course, I was hoping I would always be around. That was the plan, anyway.

“Where to?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I really do need to do this paperwork, see if I can afford to keep him there.”

“He might be eligible for other federal and state programs too. We can look online together. Later,” I added meaningfully.

“I don’t have a computer.”

I smiled, even though that broke my heart. The kid really did not have a pot to piss in. Well, that was about to change.

“That’s okay. I do.”

I climbed on in front of her and pulled her tight against me. We were going to Janet’s dance studio. Jack had already texted me the go-ahead.

Janet’s dance studio was on the other side of town. As luck would have it, she was looking for a full-time receptionist. She might even be hiring an office manager if things worked out. She hadn’t promised Molly the job yet, but she had agreed to meet her. And I knew she going to love the little sweetie on the back of my bike.