Claimed By The Devil (Devil's Riders 8)

“Is that good?”

“Ahh . . . hmm, hmm,” I tried to answer. She didn’t seem to mind that I sounded like a fucking caveman. She lowered her head and got back to work.

Whoever had told her how to give head was a fucking Samaritan. A miracle worker. Melissa was giving me the sweetest, most loving, delicious fucking blowjob in the history of time.

I wasn’t going to last long. I knew it. I was fucking ashamed at how fast I was going to blow my load. But my God, I was going to enjoy the ride.

I closed my eyes and braced myself against the wall. I had to keep my hands busy or I was afraid I might grab her head, yank her up, and start pounding into her again.

Slow and steady, Nick. Slow and steady . . .

Chapter Forty-One

Melissa

Nick’s skin felt hot underneath my hands and mouth despite the cold water. He turned the knob after a moment, setting it to warm as I knelt in front of him. I tried to remember what the girls had said. Something about bobbing my head and watching my teeth.

And then I remembered. They said to touch him the way he touched me. So I used more of my lips and tongue as I started a slow and steady rhythm.

Judging from the sounds Nick was making, I was doing a good job. Maybe even more than good.

"Melissa . . . oh, Christ!"

His hips flexed beneath my hands. I tasted something salty a moment before he cursed and gently pushed me away. I watched as he fisted his cock while streaming jets of his seed erupted from it.

He was still shuddering as he helped me to my feet and kissed me. He leaned against the shower wall, letting the water wash away the semen. He looked like he was ready to pass out.

“Jesus, woman.”

I leaned against his chest as he started to lather my body, taking his time about it. I was relaxing under the warm water and his rough hands when I felt it. Nick was hard again.

I blinked up at him in surprise.

“Again?”

He laughed and shook his head.

“As much as I would like that, no. You need to get some rest.”

“We need to check the horses.”

“I have someone handling that.”

“You do? Who?”

“Let’s just say Drake owes me one.”

“Oh,” I said, chewing the inside of my cheek. It had suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t have to rush home for the first time in months. The house was empty. Mom wasn’t there. She didn’t need me anymore. It was a bittersweet realization, full of sadness but also a little bit . . . not. I was surprised by the feeling of actual freedom and then immediately felt guilty about it. “So, you want to stay here?”

It was getting late, I realized. And I was a little sleepy. And the bed was so big.

“I can order us something to eat.”

“I think I’m okay with water.”

“You sure?”

I nodded, hiding a yawn. He chuckled and grabbed a towel, rubbing me down before wrapping me tightly. Then he lifted me up and carried me back to the bedroom.

Nick tucked me into the bed, just like when I was a little girl. I smiled as my eyelids drifted shut. I woke up only once to find Nick’s arm flung over my middle and his thigh draped over mine. It’s a good thing I don’t have to go to the bathroom because Nick is heavy, I thought dreamily. I couldn’t have moved if I tried. I didn’t wake up again until dawn.

Chapter Forty-Two

Nick

"Wake up, sleepyhead," I said, pressing a kiss to Melissa's soft lips. She opened her gorgeous eyes and looked at me like a cute little owl. I smiled. Waking up with her was beyond my expectations. I had never felt so satisfied in my life.

Even though I was hungry for more.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"It's almost dawn. I thought we could watch the sunrise before we head home."

I didn't mention that I was going out of my mind with lust. It had been sweet torture being pressed up against her hot little body all night. I didn’t want to pressure her or let on how much she affected me. I already felt like I had lost too much of my control. I was the man. I needed to maintain the upper hand.

She nodded shyly and I felt a keen sense of relief. I hadn’t even known how she would feel this morning. If she thought I was a sex-crazed maniac . . . I helped her slip into the bathroom and then finished my preparations on the roof.

I laid the thick blanket and pillows down on the wood deck. The sky was still dark, just starting to turn a lighter shade of blue and gold around the horizon. I turned on the twinkling lights that lined the railings. I’d been to a lot of parties up here. A couple of weddings, too.