Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

“Jesus, Molly. Are you okay?”

“Of course I am. Did I do it right?”

She smiled at me, looking like a goddamn angel. There was a drop of come on her lip and I moaned. My cock had been there. She’d taken me in her mouth and driven me absolutely insane with the best first-time BJ in the history of the damn world.

And just like that, I was hard again.

Not just hard.

I was in love.

I’d known I was falling. How could I not? She was so sweet, so different from anyone I’d ever known. But right now? It was real. It was one hundred fucking percent happening. I was hers, and I would be for the rest of my natural-born life.

“Molly. Yes, you did it right.” I scrambled out of the bed, pulling on my jeans. “Let me get you . . .”

I grabbed a washcloth and let warm water run over it. Then I brought it back to the bed and gently wiped her face clean. I was ready to go again, but I didn’t want her to know that. I took the washcloth back into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.

You are fucked, my man. Well and truly fucked.

I smiled grimly, not giving a good goddamn that I was doomed. At least I’d go smiling. I was pretty sure I was already in Heaven, though what I’d done to deserve it was beyond me.

I cleaned off my stomach and went back into the bedroom. Molly was reaching for my T-shirt. I nearly cried as the soft cotton slipped over her head, covering up her lush curves.

I jumped on the bed and tackled her, rolling her until I was on top. Still trying to control my damn cock. I didn’t want to scare her off. Or worse, have her put more clothes on.

“You are amazing, do you know that?”

She caught her lip between her teeth and looked up at me.

“You aren’t disappointed? That we didn’t . . . you know.”

“Are you kidding me? That was incredible. Phenomenal.” I kissed her between each word, getting her lips and neck and ears. “I’ve never felt this good in my life.”

“Oh.”

Her cheeks were pink as she lay there, looking so fresh-faced and sweet it nearly killed me.

“That’s all you can say?” I teased.

“I know you’ve been with a lot of girls, Callaway. Experienced girls. You don’t have to lie.”

I gripped her head gently, forcing her to look at me.

“I’m not lying. When you touch me . . . I don’t understand it, but—”

I caught myself. I did. I was so close to saying it out loud. Three little words. The same three words I’d never said to another woman, other than my Gran.

It hung there, unsaid, in the back of my mouth. The words wanted to come out. But I stopped them, even though it felt like I was choking on them.

I kissed her again and sighed. I wanted more but I wasn’t getting that vibe from her. I brushed her dark, silky hair away from her face.

“You want to use the computer? Eat? Go for a ride?” She looked scandalized when I jerked my head toward the headboard. “Or go for round two?”

“Callaway! You are crazy!”

I nodded.

“Yeah, I am. I’m fucking crazy about you.”

There. That was close to the truth, even if it barely scratched the surface. No need to scare the girl. Or worse, scare her away.

“So. Hungry?”

She nodded and sat up. I sighed, rolling away. I was more than happy to feed her or anything else she needed. As long as she didn’t leave.

I pretty much wanted the girl by my side, all the time.

Fuck.

I watched her put her clothes on, enjoying every second I got to see bare flesh. My cock was still throbbing but I ignored it. The girl had gone way farther than she’d ever gone before, and she’d given me way more than I expected. My cock was going to have to wait for a second go and I knew it.

My shirt came off, and I stared at her slender back as she gathered her clothes from the living room and put them on. A soft ringing made Molly scramble for her purse. I realized she didn’t get a lot of phone calls. She hadn’t lived in town long, but I didn’t think that was it.

She held people at arm’s length. She’d had to. She had her brother to worry about, and the two of them were pretty much on their own.

Well, not anymore. She had me now.

Her voice was soft, and I was too busy looking at her to pay attention to what she was saying. I realized something was wrong the moment she put the phone down and turned to stare at me.

“Can you take me back to the home? We have to hurry.”