Trust The Devil (Devil's Riders 3)

That's how it was supposed to happen.

But if Pheonyx Delancey wanted me back, I didn't stand a chance in hell.

Pheonyx

Hot blue eyes stared at me. Into me. I felt branded. Seared by all that fire. I never knew blue could hold so much heat.

I couldn't move. I felt like a rabbit in a snare, locking eyes with a wolf. I blinked and it was over, leaving me feeling weak and limp, like overcooked pasta.

Actually, my pasta was always overcooked. Or under. I was a terrible cook.

I was trying to calm myself down when Clint jumped up from his lawn chair like a Jack-in-the-box. I half expected to see a rattlesnake under his chair.

Instead, he ran off with his cowboy hat held over his lap.

That was… interesting.

I shook my head and smiled at the camera. I had a job to do. And I had a sudden inclination that I'd just witnessed Clint McRae losing his cool.

Because of little ole me.

Hmmm… seems this was a two way street after all. He wanted me. Bad.

More than I'd thought. My impression was that he saw me as a silly little girl. Sure, he'd given me a few lingering looks, but all men did.

Everyone I wasn't related too anyway.

It had been like that since I sprouted tits. Nothing a man did to get my attention surprised me anymore. I'd done such a good job of ignoring them all, I'd forgotten to educate myself about them.

I chewed my lip while they fluffed my hair. I had an idea.

A very good idea. Or a very bad one, depending on who you asked.

Clint was older. Experienced. He might be a good teacher…

I nodded to myself. Yes, that was a brilliant idea. Clint could teach me about more than riding. He could be my first. I'd get the practice I wanted and he'd ease up on me in the ring.

It was perfect.

"Oh that's great! Give me those bedroom eyes."

I smiled like a cat with a bowl of sweet cream. I had made up my mind and now all I had to do was set my plan in motion. I giggled with excitement.

After all this time, I'd finally found the man I was going to let into my bed. And I hadn't had to go looking. He'd practically fallen into my lap.

Clint McRae was going to make me a woman.

Clint

I splashed water on my face, then looked up at myself, leaning against the sink. I had to get out of here. I was way too riled up. I was no good around horses right now. It was dangerous.

Never mind it being dangerous around Pheonyx.

I didn't trust myself not to toss her over my shoulder and carry her off with me. I wanted to do things to her. Not gentle, sweet things like a beautiful, young girl deserved.

Rough and filthy things.

I splashed more water on my face. Then I tugged my jeans out and splashed water on my stomach and cock. I flinched at the cold but it didn't do a damn thing to make it lie down.

"Bad dog." I muttered, shaking my head. There was no use for it. I had a twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week kind of boner. I had to git, while the gittin' was good.

I left the bathroom, sneaking around the back way towards my car. I left my favorite lawn chair where it was. I figured it would be here tomorrow. I couldn't take one more second of almost-naked Pheonyx, covered in slippery soapy suds.

I cursed as my hard on got even harder.

I cursed again as a Pheonyx caught up to me, still wearing next to nothing. I didn't slow my pace. I kept right on walking. That didn't stop her. Those impossibly long legs of hers kept up with me just fine.

I tried not to notice that her barely covered chest was bouncing with each step. I wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and bury my face in between those luscious tits of hers. I would wrap her long, silky legs around me and-

"Where are you going?"

"PJ's. I need a drink."

I'd spoken without thinking. PJ's was in town and not more than a couple miles from my house. I could leave my car there and stumble home after a few drinks.

More than a few drinks.

I knew I was gonna have to tie one on to clear my head. A big, Pheonyx Delancey sized bottle for starters. It was a time honored way to avoid thinking about a woman.

"Great, I need one too. I'll follow you."

I stopped in my tracks.

"Do. Not. Follow. Me."

She smiled at me.

"Are you okay?"

I grunted and practically ran for my car. She was still standing there when I peeled off. Her pretty head was tilted to one side, as if she was hatching something.

I shuddered to think what that might be.