Trust The Devil (Devil's Riders 3)

Donnie never lost his head over a woman. Not once. Not even for a second.

Not until now.

He scowled again. Actually this was worse than losing his head. He didn't think he'd ever wanted more from a woman than a quick lay or some head.

Oh God… he shouldn’t have thought about that.

Sally's soft lips would feel incredible on his shaft. He started getting hard at the thought of Sally kneeling in front of him, taking him into her sweet mouth… Christ!

He wouldn't let her do that right away though. Not until he'd made her explode in his mouth.

Hmmm… he just knew she'd taste delicious…

He leaned against the concrete wall and moaned. Jesus Christ, he was whipped and he'd never even gotten a taste!

Well, maybe he had gotten a little bit of a taste… of her lips anyway. But that only made him hungrier for her.

Even worse than all this unfulfilled lust was the fact that she wouldn't let him protect her.

She couldn't stop him from driving by her house in his rare moments of near sobriety though. He'd driven by every morning after the bar had closed down around six and again every evening before he got too shit faced.

Dev had the guys making regular runs around the neighborhood, but Donnie had to see for himself. Not that he could tell much with all her curtains drawn.

But maybe, just maybe he'd have a chance to see that she was okay.

Maybe he'd catch that bastard Carl.

He'd been fantasizing about what he would do to that asshole for days. BOOM. He kicked through a piece of scrap wood. That was Carl's femur. SNAP. He took a bat to an old oil barrel. That was the cowardly shit heel's head he was busting.

But always the best part, the part that he saved imagining until right before he slipped into the alcohol fueled unconsciousness that passed for sleep, was when Sally thanked him. She'd throw herself into his arms. She'd cover him with kisses. She'd lead him to her bedroom where they'd make screechy, rusty music on the mattress springs until dawn.

And she wouldn't be afraid anymore.

He kicked his boot heel through a piece of plywood that was leaning against the brick wall.

He had to snap out of this.

She didn't want him, no matter how she'd responded to his kisses. She'd told him to go away. He wanted to believe that she hadn't meant it. Deep in his gut a little voice said that she didn't really want him to stay away forever.

But maybe she did.

Or maybe, she just needed someone to prove to her that they could be trusted. That he would never hurt her. That he’d never let anyone else hurt her again.

He couldn’t give up. He couldn’t.

Chapter 20

Kaylie

“Hi Kaylie.”

Kaylie gave Sally a weary smile as she stowed her backpack under the counter. She looked at her friend and realized that Sally looked worse than she did.

Kaylie was at least sleeping a few hours a night. Especially now that she'd decided to talk to Dev again.

She just hadn't told him yet.

"Hey Sally. Busy today?"

Sally shrugged. The girl looked bone tired. But it was more than that.

She looked tired and something else. She looked heartbroken.

"Take a load off, I can handle the tables for a bit."

Sally smiled gratefully and Kaylie got busy, making sure to bring Sally a cup of chamomile tea with lemon.

"Can't drink coffee all day. Unless your stomach is made of iron."

Sally sipped the tea gratefully.

"Thanks Kaylie. My stomach has been a little sour."

Kaylie put her hands on the counter and gave Sally a look.

"So, Janet told me something happened with Donnie."

Sally's eyes got real wide. Guess she didn't realize that bikers gossip too. A lot actually. The clubhouse was like a hive, constantly buzzing about this guy or that old lady. Kaylie hid a smile.

"What did she say? Is he okay?"

"He's been drunk for a week according to Jan. Moping around."

She leaned in and winked.

"Ignoring all the sweetbutts."

Sally blinked at her.

"You know what that means right?"

Sally shook her head.

"It means Donnie, who is a legendary ladies' man by the way, is turning down all offers from easy women."

"Oh."

"Sounds like love to me."

Sally shook her head vehemently.

"No. He doesn’t want me.”

“Right, that’s why he drives past your house to make sure you are okay.”

“He does?”

“Yes. He does.”

“Why would he care? Nothing even happened really. That's the problem."

"That's not what I heard…"

Kaylie picked up the coffee pot and started making the rounds. She knew Sally would be busting a gut by the time she got back to the counter.

"Kaylie! What are you talking about?"

She hid a smile at the worried look on her friend’s pretty face.

"So you do like him. I knew it!"

Sally slumped onto the counter with her head on her hands.

"I don't want to!"

Kaylie patted her shoulder gently.

"That's always the way. You should have seen Janet! She was cranky as hell until she and Jack stopped dancing around each other."