Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

“What?” I hiss.

“You know the pill...the shot...or whatever.”

“Uh no. Don’t think so.”

He stills inside me for a moment then pulls out quickly, beating the head of his dick against my ass as his cum jets out.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, massaging his essence into my skin with his large rough hands. He collapses next to me in a sweaty heap. Stroking my jaw, he smiles at me lazily.

“That was…”

“Best you’ve ever had,” he finishes for me.

“I was going to say best I can remember,” I tease, and he makes that sound in the back of his throat.

“Say that again and I’ll tattoo my name across your forehead,” he grumbles, pulling me into his side.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Sugar tits, I’d do a lot of things to keep you.”

He tries to act tough, but he has a sweet side. His hand curves under my boob and he says, “Go to sleep.”

I yawn but ask him, “Would you…could you tattoo me?”

“Maybe,” he whispers and within seconds he is sleeping.

———

I awaken alone, instantly missing Charlie’s warm body spooning me. Stretching I feel stiff but good. The man sexed me so good last night. I get out of bed and grab one of his t-shirts from his bag. I slip it over my head as I make my way into the bathroom. The smell of coffee lures me to the kitchen after I take care of my basic needs.

I find Charlie watching the news. There is talk of a reward for a missing girl. A Belinda something. I pour myself a cup and walk over to where he sits. He notices me and powers the TV off quickly.

“That sounded like a sad story.”

“Morning,” he mumbles, ignoring my comment, but I shrug it off.

I sink down on the cushion next to him and he puts a hand on my knee. “I bought you clothes.”

“I know, but I like wearing your shirts. They smell like you.” I smile over the brim of the cup and take a sip. “Any big plans for today?”

“I gotta work and we need to talk.”

I don't like the tense expression he has on his face.

Chapter Twenty

—Boogeyman—

I can’t keep lying to her.

I need to tell her the truth.

It makes me a sorry bastard to wait until we had sex to do it but that is why I have to. I care about her as much as I don’t want to. As crazy as it makes me, I fucking need her.

“Listen, Shelly. I wasn't exactly honest with you. When you woke up...after you hit your head. I should have told you. Your name is Michelle. Shelly is what I call you. You were kidnapped by some bad people. They wanted to sell you, but the deal was bad and then they were going to kill you. I took you. I saved your life but doing so still puts you at risk. We’re both at risk. I’m not a good man. I kill people. Your face is all over the news. Your family wants you back, but there are people who will kill you if you come out of hiding. They’ll kill your family too.”

That isn’t the full truth, but it is close enough.