Devil's Savior

CHAPTER 10

With the way Wrenley and Sioux are hugging, it’s taking all my restraint to not pull my woman away from her best friend and get on the road. They’re wrapped around each other like they’ll never meet again. It’s sweet, but also frustrating because the need to have my woman wrapped around me is riding me hard.

I sigh and gently grip Sioux’s shoulder while pulling her back against my chest. I lean down and whisper against the shell of her ear, “You know that you’ll see each other again soon.” She shivers in my arms, and I can’t help but adding, just to see her reaction, “And you already talk to each other every night.”

Sioux swats at the arm I have wrapped around the top of her chest, but I barely feel it. “Talking on the phone is not the same as hanging out in person.”

I roll my eyes and huff, “I’ll make sure we come by the compound more often.”

Prodigal is one of the few brothers that has a house on DSMC land. It’s something I want to change, and fucking soon, but I didn’t want to have Saint’s Construction start on a house for me and my woman without her input. I’m not a fucking idiot.

As soon as my Firefly is officially claimed and my property cut is on her back, then we’ll sit down and decide on a house. I’ll feel much better about her safety with us living behind the gate of the club.

And with my promise for Sioux to visit Wrenley more, she’ll be safer within our gates then outside of them. I have top of the line security, I make sure of that shit, but that doesn’t mean it’s foolproof. Anything can happen and being within the club gates is the best place for my woman.

Especially with Hustle and his band of fools out there doing fuck knows what.

I won’t risk my woman.

Anger starts to course through me at the thought of her being met with the barrel of a gun again, but just as quickly as my anger starts to grow, it ebbs. I realize that Sioux is stroking my forearm and I press a kiss to the crown of her head.

The way she calms me, which no one else has ever been able to do before, is a blessing. Fuck, her entire existence is a blessing. I kiss her head again and tighten my grip on her. When she relaxes back against me, I feel the thrill of victory course through me.

“My Firefly is tried, it’s time to head home.” I eye Wrenley, aware of Cherise still standing in our little group, before I add, “You probably need some rest as well.”

Prodigal glares at me while Wrenley’s eyes flash toward her mother-in-law. When Cherise doesn’t react and the serene smile on her face doesn’t falter, the couple keeping secrets breathe a sigh of relief. They had better tell Cherise soon because she’s going to figure it out on her own, if she hasn’t already.

“Well,” Sioux’s voice is light and bright, “time to go then.”

Before I can stop her, she somehow escapes my grasp to give Wrenley another hug. Then she’s hugging Cherise, which is fine, but I can’t stop myself from letting out a growl when she hugs Prodigal as well.

Sioux turns her sparkling blue eyes filled with amusement toward me as she admonishes, “Oh stop. He’s,” she pauses and glances at Cherise, seeming to catch herself, “family.”

“He’s family who better keep his hands off my woman,” I grunt.

Sioux’s laughter makes my heart pound against my chest. The part of me that has been afraid that she’ll disappear, falling like sand between my fingers, melts away when she holds her hand out to me. With one action she is offering me so much more than touch or affection.

She’s offering herself.

I entwine our fingers and pull her a step closer while closing some of the distance myself. I’ll always meet her halfway, more if necessary.

I kiss her lips softly, a barely there touch holding promises of so much more. But I need to get her home first.

Then I’ll remind her about how explosive we are together. But I also won’t push her too far.

Just a taste for now.

I give chin lifts to my brothers and Sioux waves goodbye as we make our way through the common room and back out into the night. The sky is dark now, but there is a kind of solace and expectation to be found in the darkness of night that is punctuated by the twinkle of the stars above us.

My thumb rubs back and forth over Sioux’s skin, reminding me that she’s right here next to me. It’s almost too good to be true. But I won’t question it.

Not too much anyway.

When we get to my bike, her helmet is sitting right where I left it, not that I expected anything different. Instead of handing it to her, this time I grab it and settle it over her blonde tresses. I love her hair. It flows like gold and every time I’ve had the pleasure of touching it, I’ve been enthralled by how soft and silky it is.

I can’t wait to feel it trailing across my body. As we make love. As I fuck her hard. As she sleeps with her head safe and sound against my chest.

I click her helmet strap into place and a sense of wonder fills me as she tilts her head up and looks at me. I can see her just clearly enough and she’s so damn beautiful.

“Sioux,” my voice is thick, the emotion clear to hear, “you’re stunning. I haven’t told you nearly enough because I didn’t want to scare you away. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. And I’m not just talking about the outside.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Biker,” her words are teasing, but the breathy quality of her voice tells me just how attractive she finds me.

I’ll fucking take it.

As much as I want to kiss her, I know that I won’t be able to stop if I start now. Not with the crescent moon above us and the stars offering their acceptance to witness what transpires between us. I need this woman but waiting just a few more minutes won’t kill me. I don’t think.

Reluctantly, I step back from her and climb on my bike. Just as I’m about to hold out my hand to help her, her delicate fingers grip my shoulders and then her body is plastered against my back. I groan at the contact, unable to contain myself.

My cock is painfully hard and sitting astride my bike is not relieving any of the pressure that has been building for months. I shake my head slightly, trying to remind myself that I won’t be filling her sweet pussy with my cock tonight.

Soon.

But not tonight.

Just a taste.

Yeah, a taste like she’s a seven-course meal and I’m starving.

I smirk as her arms wrap around my waist. Earlier, when she held onto me, I could feel a certain hesitance in how she was touching me, but it’s not there anymore as she caresses my abs. My eye slide closed, and I take a deep breath, needing to find some sort of control if I’m going to get us home safely.

And I will always make sure my Firefly gets home safely.

The rumble of the engine as I start up my bike has my woman smiling. I can feel the curl of her lips where her face is resting against my back. It’s like every cell of my body is attuned to her.

It’s been that way since I met her, but I don’t think she’ll ever fully understand the depths of my feelings for her or how much she means to me. I’ll keep showing her, but it’ll never be enough. Never enough.

As I take off, her arms tighten around me and it’s fucking everything. When the Prospect at the gate opens it for us before we get there, I turn onto the road and then open up my bike. I swear the moon giggles above us as the stars urge us on.

The ride isn’t nearly long enough, again, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy every moment. There is something like freedom to be found on the back of a bike with the open road laid out before you.

That’s what led me to the DSMC in the first place. Well, I suppose I could have landed anywhere and sought out almost any other motorcycle club, but I believe that fate brought me right where I was supposed to be.

When I left Magnolia Point, a small town in the low country of South Carolina, I didn’t know where I would end up. I just knew I needed to get out and try and find the place I belonged. The open road was my solace, and I learned a lot about myself as I rode my first bike through the South.

Sometimes I would stop in smaller towns and other times big cities. I was strong, even back then, and found short term work on construction crews to make ends meet as I traveled. Even though I was hoping something would click into place and I would know where I belonged, it wasn’t happening.

When I was working with a commercial build crew in Biloxi Mississippi, wondering if the water was calling me home, I met an old timer who took me under his wing. Amos was probably too old to be working on a construction crew on paper, but he could run circles around most of the younger guys building some unnecessary strip mall.

To this day I have no idea what he saw in me or why he felt compelled to impart as much of his wisdom to me as he did. But I was grateful for it.

Building made sense to me and since I left home at 18, not even considering college, I was more than thankful for everything I learned.

We were eating lunch one day and my mind was a million miles away. Amos made a humming sound that caught my attention, and I abandoned thoughts of whether it was time to move on or throw in the towel and go back home.

“I can see the wheels in your head turning.” There was a knowing in his eyes as I looked over at him. “The road is calling to you, huh?”

I shrugged one shoulder, hating the uncertainty that seemed to grow inside of me every day. “Or maybe home.”

“No,” his voice wasn’t harsh, but firm, “you haven’t found where you’re supposed to be. That is the home calling to you.”

“Maybe it’s not out there,” I mused, feeling defeated even knowing I hadn’t given myself nearly enough time to explore and hadn’t gone far enough.

I was just feeling sorry for myself. My foolish younger self thought it would be so easy. I would get on my bike, drive, and then—bam—I’d be right where I was supposed to be.

“You young people are always so impatient,” Amos grumbled, his forehead marred with wrinkles as he frowned at me. “While sometimes it’s not the destination that is important, it’s the journey, I think the opposite might be true for you. You want roots.”

“I had them back home, but,” I scrunched up my face, not liking talking about my feelings, “it was too small.”

Amos’ bark of laughter startled me, but instead of showing it, I glared at the man. He reached over and patted my shoulder, reminding me of my father so much that my heart ached with a homesickness I didn’t want to recognize. Because then it would be real, and I really would think I could find happiness in Magnolia Point.

But I knew that wasn’t true.

“I had a buddy call me last night,” Amos tells me, his voice holding so much wisdom that I was hanging on to his every word. “He told me about a crew in New Orleans looking for someone. Thought I might be interested,” Amos shrugged like him giving me a tip on a job wasn’t a big deal. I knew it really was. “I’m not leaving Biloxi any time soon. I’m good here, but you,” his eyes bored into mine, “you’re looking for something and maybe my buddy letting me know about this job is a lead on where you should go next.”

We sat quietly, side-by-side, for a long time as we ate. His words bounced around in my head the entire time.

The question slipped free before I even knew I was going to ask it, “Where’s the job?”

“New Orleans,” Amos’ eyes sparkled as he answered me.

I figured I had nothing to lose and got the information on who was looking to hire good guys for their crew. From the moment I decided to move on, the restless inside of me wouldn’t ease.

I was back on the road less than a week later with my only regret having to say goodbye to Amos. He kept my head on straight while teaching me about more than building.

If I had known I would find my place when I stepped into Saint’s Construction, I probably would have hugged the man. As it was, I was able to tell him about how I had found a place that spoke to me, and I thought it might be where I could see myself living.

Then I found out Saint’s Construction was owned by the DSMC. While I wasn’t familiar with clubs or how they worked, I learned quickly when I was asked if I wanted to become a Prospect. I did and I never looked back.

We kept in touch after I left Biloxi. He became a voice on the other end of a phone for years until he died. Even though I never saw him again, he came in and changed my life right when I needed him there.

I’ll forever be grateful for meeting Amos and coming to New Orleans. I found what I was looking for eleven years ago when I left home.

The only thing I wish was different is that I would like to have my sister in my life again. It’s something I need to put some effort into.

I’ve been thinking about Tallulah for a while, but with Sioux recovering, I knew I needed to stay put. Now with The RRMC popping up again, I’m afraid that it could be a while before I can focus on reconnecting with my sister in the way she deserves.

The press of Sioux’s body against me pulls me back into the present and away from memories and regrets. I don’t have time for either right now. Not when I pull into our driveway and the anticipation of being alone with my woman buzzes through my veins.

I’m quick to climb off my bike when Sioux slides off from behind me. I don’t even bother to take her helmet off, not yet at least. She’s up and cradled in my arms so fast that I’m stomping up the stairs as she gasps in surprise and wraps her arms around my neck.

Her voice is breathy and full of need as she asks, “What are you doing, Crosby?”

“I need a taste of you, Firefly,” I grunt as I shoulder my way through the front door, kicking it closed behind me.

I could put her down and give her more of a choice, but I’m a little bit afraid of what she would say. As I stride through the house, the sound of my footsteps the only thing echoing through the space, she doesn’t tell me to put her down. So I don’t.

When I reach my bedroom, I let her slide down my body. I’m mesmerized as her chest heaves and her eyes are half-lidded with desire. As I reach up to take off her helmet, I hope that she doesn’t notice how my hands shake slightly.

It’s been far too fucking long since I’ve been with my woman. Knowing I’ve gotten one step closer to claiming her permanently tonight soothes the beast inside of me that has been demanding for me to make her mine.

When I unhook her helmet, I toss it onto the chair sitting in the corner. My gaze rakes over my woman and I don’t miss a single fucking inch.

“The moment I saw you dressed up tonight, I didn’t want to take you to the party,” I growl.

Her beautiful pouty lips tip up into a smile and I have to fight against my mouth dropping open when she wraps her arms around my neck willingly. She presses her body against mine and I’m a fucking goner.

“Thank you for taking me. I really wanted to see Wrenley,” her eyes light up, “and I’m glad I did.”

I grunt, the sound noncommittal. It’s not that I don’t care, but my need for her is riding me hard. My hands start to caress over her body, committing every single fucking curve to memory.

Because she could change her mind about opening up to me in the harsh light of day. I’m hoping that doesn’t happen—and it wouldn’t change a single fucking thing if does—but my Firefly always has a way of surprising me.

I start to walk her backwards, my fingers gripping her hips a little tighter to make sure she doesn’t fall as I do. Sioux’s hair is wild around her shoulders from the bike as she starts panting in my arms.

“Need the words, Sioux,” I demand.

The way my woman licks her lips and looks up at me like I matter to her, has me hoping I’m strong enough to walk away if she doesn’t want this right now.

“I want you to satisfy the hunger in your eyes,” she murmurs softly, and I feel my control snap.

My hands gently tug and pull at her top, and I take in every bit of skin that I expose. When I lick my lips, the memory of the way she tastes teases my tongue. Everything about the woman in my arms is sexy as fuck.

I pull her against my chest, needing the closeness. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

While she’s pressed against me, I use it to my advantage and unclasp her bra. It falls to the ground easily since it’s strapless.

The warmth of her skin feels like heaven and hell wrapped in sin. Fucking perfection.

With a gentle push, she lets out a yelp of surprise as she falls back on the bed, her tits bouncing in a way that makes my mouth water. I shoot her a wicked smirk and hope she can see the reassurance in my eyes that I would never let her fall without having somewhere soft to land. The laughter that bubbles out of her is answer enough for me.

My fingers are quick to unzip her boots and pull them from her feet. I’ve never been a foot guy, and I certainly don’t feel like diving too deeply into that kink, but there is a certain thrill with unwrapping my woman’s feet.

Her socks don’t make a sound as they fall to the ground and then I’m looming over her as I quickly undo the button of her jeans. Her zipper sliding down is loud in the room, only competing with our panting breathes, full of anticipation.

“I remember how good you taste, Sioux,” I rumble, “and I’ve been starving for months. I won’t be gentle as I devour you.”

Her back arches off the bed, an unfettered response to my words and the dirty promise they contain. “I don’t need you to be gentle, Crosby.”

Hearing my name on her lips causes me to grunt. It’s taken me months to convince her to use my real name instead of my road name. I’m grateful as fuck for the time I put in now.

Because soon she’ll be screaming my name. And I don’t give a single fuck who hears her.

The lacy thong she’s wearing doesn’t stand a chance when I snap the thin string at both her hips. She narrows her eyes at me, but the heat in her gaze isn’t from anger. It’s from pure fucking desire and I’m here for it.

I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and grip her knees, pushing them apart and growl at the lace still between her legs that is hiding her from me like the sound alone will be enough for it to disappear. My grip is rough when I clutch the lace between my fingers and tug.

Sioux lifts her hips, helping me to get her completely naked on my—our—bed.

Soon.

Very fucking soon she’ll be in here with me permanently.

Her pussy is glistening for me, and I take a deep breath through my nose, her floral scent now holding a hint of musk telling me just how aroused she is. “So fucking pretty,” I grit out through my teeth, my ability to stay in control and not slam the steel rod of my dick inside of her wavering every second I’m this close to my naked woman.

When Sioux’s hand slides down her body and two of her fingers part her pussy lips, my vision goes a little hazy. Her voice is full of teasing sass, “Are you going to eat me out or stare at me all night?”

I don’t answer her. I show her exactly what I’m going to do to her.

As I dive between her thighs, I start by sliding my tongue along one of her pussy lips and then the other to gather her dewy arousal just waiting for me to swallow it. The moment her taste hits my tongue, I can’t hold back, just like I knew I wouldn’t be able to.

I stiffen my tongue and plunge it inside of her slick hole, needing more of her taste, needing every fucking drop. Her fingers plunge into my hair and hold me in place, as if I was going anywhere in the first place. No fucking way would I pull back from this.

If she drowns me in her pussy juice and suffocates me with her thighs, I’ll die a happy fucking man.

Unable to go slow, I fuck her with my tongue, lapping at her and swallowing down as much of her sweetness as I can. Her hips jolt and roll against my mouth, showing me how she wants me to worship at the altar of my Firefly.

I murmur against her wet flesh, “That’s right, grind your slick cunt against my face. Take what you need.”

When I flick my tongue against her clit, she gasps my name and I vow to do everything I can to hear it over and over again. My teeth graze her bundle of nerves and I hear it again. Sucking it into my mouth rewards me with my name coming from her lips like a prayer that begs for release and salvation.

It’s my fucking pleasure to give her exactly what she needs.

As I plunge two fingers inside of her wet heat, I curl them and find her g-spot. Her body tells me just how close she is by the way her thighs start to shake as she tightens them around her head as the walls of her pussy start to pulse.

My eyes travel of up her body, committing the way she glows as she writhes and whimpers to memory. I find her blue eyes already looking down at me. They’re wide and wild.

“Please, Crosby,” she begs with a breathy moan.

But she never has to beg me for anything. I give it all willingly.

I nip at her clit as I finger fuck her harder and she shatters for me. Just like I knew she would.

Because I know her body. Because I can feel what she needs just as much as I can feel my heart beating in my chest.

Because she’s mine.

I gentle my touch, but don’t let up, as I help her ride out her orgasm. I help her crest and then I bring her down slowly, wanting the moment to stretch between us, wanting it to last forever.

The entire time, as I clean her with my tongue to make sure I don’t miss a drop, and her body shakes with the aftershocks of her orgasm, our gaze never wavers.

It’s only when she collapses back against the bed that I remove my mouth from her sweet pussy. My large hands run over her skin, caressing her body and, hopefully, conveying my gratitude that she’s giving me a chance.

I’m under no illusions that I could still easily lose this woman, but I’m not going to let that happen. I can’t. She’s everything I’ve ever needed but never imagined I could find.

I undress quickly before helping to move Sioux’s body, her limbs limp and her smile dreamy, to a better position on our bed. I slide in behind her and pull the covers up over us.

I chuckle against her wild mane of blonde hair when she slurs, “What about you?”

“I just needed a taste of you tonight. We have time,” I assure her before peppering her shoulder with open mouth kisses.

The last sound she makes, before drifting off to sleep, is a contented hum. My arms tighten around her body knowing that she’s the only woman for me and that I’ll always protect her from the demons in the darkness.

Anything less is unacceptable.