Touched By The Devil (Devil's Riders 7)

Chapter 27

Suzanna

“How are you feeling?”

“Sticky,” I said with a smile. The afternoon had been fun, despite how I felt when the doorbell first rang. And the party had really gotten going after the sun went down. Everyone had finally left after helping to clean up. I stifled a yawn.

I’d been in the lake half the day, splashing around, and in the sun and eating the other half. Plus, I drank beer. A respectable amount of beer.

One thing was for sure. I definitely felt like one of the girls. I’d never had female friends like this. A group where no one was fighting. They were all so comfortable with themselves. There was zero of the competition that had been rampant in New York. No hidden bitchiness, though Janet could zing the hell out of you. But she did it with love.

And it wasn’t the kind of thing that happened behind your back. She was all about keeping things out in the open. Plus, she was always right, according to Kirsten and Molly.

I couldn’t remember being this happy. Even though I was afraid to go back to my house. But it didn’t matter. I felt safe with Mac. Calliope was safe. And I’d go back tomorrow and take care of my plants. True, they weren’t getting round-the-clock care like usual, but as long as no one messed with them . . .

I felt the fear come creeping back that Theo might actually hurt my plant babies. But there was nothing I could do about it, and the girls assured me the guys had handled the situation.

The craziest part of it all, though, was Mac. I was pretty sure he was my boyfriend now. I decided to ask him whenever a good moment arose.

I turned off the kitchen faucet and nearly screamed as I was hoisted into the air. I dangled over Mac’s shoulder, which was thankfully cushy enough not to hurt, as he carried me up the stairs.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he set me down. We weren’t in the bedroom. We were in the bathroom. He turned the shower on hot and turned to me.

He didn’t say a word. He just stared at me. I swallowed, suddenly nervous under the intense scrutiny in his beautiful eyes.

“Strip.”

I nodded and started unbuttoning my shirt. He gripped the sides of it and yanked, sending the buttons flying.

“Faster,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head. It was hard not to drool at that perfect chest and heavily-tatted shoulders.

The man was more than perfect. He was so fine, he was practically extraterrestrial.

Mac was my own personal man from outer space.

I reached for my jeans, but he was faster, kneeling in front of me. He was unfastening them and tugging them over my hips before I knew what was happening. He grabbed my panties too. I’d changed after swimming without bothering to shower.

I still didn’t know where my panties from last night were.

“Lift” he said, pulling the jeans free of one leg and then the other. I had to lean on his ridiculously muscular shoulders for balance. So when he stood up and started undoing his belt buckle, my arms were around him.

Our bodies pressed together as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“This is happening.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t care if a fucking asteroid falls in the lake. This is happening now.”

“Okay.”

And then he dropped trousers.

My eyes got wide as I looked down at him. Mac was… well, the word ‘big’ didn’t really begin to cover it. His cock was enormous.

He really is a man from outer space, I thought in wonder.

“I’ll go slow,” he said in a husky voice, clearly reading the look on my face. I wasn’t horrified so much as… awed. I’d never seen anything like it. It might be disloyal, but I was comparing it to the only other one I’d ever seen in person.

But there was no comparison.

I swallowed nervously and let him lead me into the shower. I sighed as the hot water hit my skin. Mac lathered up his hands with shower gel and started washing my skin. Not surprisingly, he started with my tits.

“Oh, God.”

He grunted and pressed against me from behind so that the water washed the suds away. His hands moved over my torso as his lips found my neck. His hardness pressed against my bottom. After all the kissing and fooling around, this felt way, way more intimate.

I was hot and cold and shy and eager all at once.

And I loved it.

“I can’t wait.”

“Yes,” I said, breathing my permission. He angled me and pushed me forward so that my hands were against the shower wall and the water was hitting us sideways. I felt Mac notch the tip of his cock just inside me. I could not believe how good it felt. Just that inch of him. Not that even his tip was small. It was wide and thick and silky and so hot it felt like it should have burned but didn’t.