Trust The Devil (Devil's Riders 3)

She looked disappointed. Hell, she couldn't be half as disappointed as I felt! I chucked her chin.

"Trust me, that's not what I want either. But I need you safe and alert out there, you hear?"

She nodded, stealing a look up at me. Maybe we could have a little quality time before her bedtime. Our hotel rooms were right next to each other, after all. I frowned. That didn't sit right.

She should be in my room, in my bed.

Every damn night, if I had anything to say about it.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep my hands off her all night. It was a damn near impossibility. There was no point in fighting the inevitable now, was there?

I stepped closer and lowered my voice, not letting on that I was being selfish.

"Maybe we could spend a little time together tonight… or even share a room. But only if you promise to get some rest."

"Share a room? You mean…"

I nodded.

"We can have a little playtime. As long as you go right to sleep when I say so. You have a curfew on competition nights young lady."

She gave me a dazzling smile and my heart leapt in my chest. My cock jumped up and did a little dance, too. I knew I had to be gentle with her but maybe if we got lucky, and didn't hit any traffic, we could have a nice long afternoon and evening in bed together… I decided that room service and a little foolin' around wasn't going to hurt anyone.

As long as she was snuggled up in bed by ten.

With me.

I had an idea that would get us both through the long ride. Another lesson for my sweet, little, recently plucked woman. I grinned, squeezing her hand.

"You sure you aren't sore, sweetheart?"

She nodded again, clearly having no idea what I had in mind.

"Come on."

The stables were deserted thankfully, so no one noticed me pull her into the tack room and shut the door. There was a lock on this particular door, which is why I'd chosen this spot. Plus, it was one of the few rooms that had someplace to sit that wasn't prickly hay.

I didn't want my lady to be uncomfortable while I fucked her senseless.

I shoved a chair up under the knob for good measure.

Then I looked at her.

Pheonyx was staring at me with unconcealed hunger. Damn. I had a good idea that I looked just like her too. It was impossible to hide the way I felt about her. I don't know why I'd ever bothered to try.

I realized that anyone who saw us together would catch on right quick too.

I better make it official then.

And soon.

I walked towards her and lifted her right up into my arms. Her feet dangled and I carried her to the wall. I pressed her up against it.

And pounced.

My teeth grazed that soft lower lip that had been driving me nuts all day. For weeks really. Hell, I think I wanted to bite that lip the first time I'd seen a photo of the girl.

She groaned and arched her back. I cursed as her chest pressed into mine. I wanted all of her clothes off, dammit. I wanted to see every inch of her, and touch and taste her too.

But there wasn't enough time.

We kissed frantically as I got our shirts just open enough so we were skin to skin. I pulled her bra up and her perfect breasts bounced free. I couldn't resist kissing those lovely tits of hers as I prepared for what was next, unbuckling my pants, and hers.

The main event, with just a little bit of preparation.

Me and my girl were about to have ourselves a quickie.

Pheonyx

I stared at the rough wooden wall, gripping the edge of a horse blanket with all my might. I was making little mewling sounds like a kitten. It wasn't dignified but I couldn't help myself.

I was beyond all help.

And all redemption.

Behind me, Clint was kneeling on the floor of the tack room with his head buried between my thighs. He'd explained that to properly have a quickie, you couldn't actually remove any clothes. Shoes had to stay on, so skirts were preferable.

But in this case I was wearing jeans. He was grinning when he told me that meant I was going to have to bend over.

I felt oddly exposed, with my shirt open and my jeans and panties around my knees. Clint stood behind me, his hand on my bare ass and his tongue dancing over my tender pussy lips.

I was a little sore, but I hadn't wanted to tell him that. I knew he wouldn't give me what I was after if I did.

I wanted another lesson in lovemaking.

I wanted him.

Why the hell had I waited so long to try being with a man? It was way more fun than I'd anticipated, whenever I'd wondered about the opposite sex. But I knew the answer before I even finished the thought.