The Devil’s Pair (The Road Devils MC #4)

Chapter Nine

Bellefonte, Pennsylvania

The next morning

Briley woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon (which was awesome), but alone in her bed (which was not).

She struggled to her feet and stretched, her entire body sore in all the best, most delicious ways: she’d been pushed to her limit over and over with the twins, and she now knew just how much she could take sexually and keep breathing.

Well, barely breathing at some points. Drake had not been kidding when he’d said that they were dynamite in bed together, nor had Dux when he’d said that being with the two of them at the same time was a whole new world.

And she’d been right too – she had indeed seen entire solar systems. At one point, at around two o’clock that morning, she’d come so hard that she thought she’d seen her whole life flash before her eyes. She couldn’t think of a better way to go though: riding Dux’s cock while Drake took her ass, her hands gripping the headboard so hard that she was sure it was going to break in her hands. Their hands roaming all over her heated, writhing body – caressing her breasts, pulling her hair, guiding her for their own pleasure – before stroking her clit in perfect unison with their thrusts. That orgasm had been so deep, so hard, so long, Briley still felt it.

And just like that, despite her soreness, she was ridiculously turned on again. She also wondered how one man was ever going to be enough for her.

They’ve ruined me for all other men, I swear… and they’ve done it in just one night .

She ducked into her ensuite bathroom, and stared at the woman in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled disaster area, her full lips were swollen from her biting them in the throes of orgasm, her cheeks were glowing despite the lack of sleep. It was the face of a woman who’d been satisfied over and over again, and who was now going to go looking for more.

Right now .

She collected her robe from the guest room floor, walked down the stairs and through her beautiful living room. She glanced out the huge window, mentally wished her mountain view a very good morning, then proceeded down the hallway to her bright kitchen.

“Well, well, well.” Dux was sitting at the table, coffee cup almost to those distracting, amazing lips. “Look who surfaced, Drake.”

His brother turned from the oven, frying pan held aloft. “At last. We thought we’d killed you, darlin’. Dux just checked on you to make sure you were still breathing.”

“I was. Barely.” Briley smiled at them, loved the twinkling grins that she got back. “Are those eggs in there, handsome?”

“Omelette with mushrooms and cheese,” he said. “Bacon’s on the table, if Dux hasn’t pigged out on it.”

“There’s plenty left,” Dux protested, then got to his feet and pulled out a chair. “Sit down, babe. You must be exhausted.”

“I kind of am,” she admitted, plunking herself into the chair in a decidedly unladylike sprawl. “But not in a bad way, at all.”

Drake poured her a coffee, brought it to the table with a plate of piping hot omelette. “So we didn’t disappoint?”

“ Jesus ,” Briley said rolling her eyes. “You know you didn’t. Surely me passing out between the two of you gave you a hint?”

“Yeah, we know,” Drake said. “But it’s a bit uncouth to just assume .”

“Assume away,” she said. “In fact, assume all you want, ‘cause I promise you, you won’t be wrong.”

“Huh.” Dux stared at her over his cup, those blue eyes giving her a look that she was now very familiar with. Like intimately. “So does that mean that you’re up for another round or five after breakfast?”

“Why wait until after breakfast?” Briley’s voice was husky with desire. “Why wait at all ?”

The men looked at each other, then in unison and without a word, they each grasped one of her hands and pulled Briley to her feet. Dux tugged her robe over her shoulders, down her body, his lips warm on her nipples; Drake stood behind her, holding her tight against him, caressing her pussy.

Briley gasped, already lost in her need. She threw her head back against Drake’s chest, her hair wild and tumbled over her breasts, her knees trembling under her.

“ God ,” she whispered as Drake stroked her aching arousal, spreading her honeyed heat all over, and Dux kissed his way down her body, got on his knees in front of her. “I can’t believe how good you two feel.”

“Right back at you, darlin’,” Drake muttered in her ear, his fingers moving in and out of her slick channel in a steady rhythm. “You’re the hottest fucking thing we’ve ever known.”

Dux’s mouth replaced Drake’s fingers now, and that was it… she was lost. Drake held her up, his lips on her throat, his hands splayed on her ribcage, and his brother slowly mouthed kisses on her pussy.

“Yes?” Dux muttered from the floor. “Say yes, babe, so I can get you to come on my tongue.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, seconds away from orgasm at just his words. “ Please .”

Just then, the twins’ cell phones rang, both of them at the same time. Drake cursed, deposited Briley in her chair in front of his brother.

“Don’t you move, darlin’,” he ordered as he stalked across the kitchen to his phone. “Open those gorgeous legs and wait for me. I’ll be right back.”

Briley stared down at Dux who was kneeling between her thighs; he caressed the curve of her hip, the outline of her pussy, the tightening muscles of her stomach. Around and around he touched her, a slow, sensual journey that had her seconds away from begging some more. She was floating on a wave of pure feeling, and she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t spontaneously combusted from the force of her lust.

That was when she heard Drake’s tone. It was so tense and anxious that it pierced right through her blazing arousal, and brought her back into the room and her body with a bump.

Dux heard it too, and he stood up now, all desire wiped off his face. He listened to his brother, then went and grabbed his own phone as a text message dinged. He read it, then looked at Drake, and Briley saw their matching expressions of agitation. Right away, she got to her feet and wrapped her robe back around her. Whatever this was, it was bad. Really bad.

“Got it, Wolf,” Drake said brusquely, then disconnected the call. He stared at his brother, and Briley saw a hundred words pass between them, none of them good.

“Scars texted you?” Drake asked Dux. “Told you about Michael?”

“ Michael ?” Briley echoed. “What – what about him? Is he – is Cheryl OK?”

Those Arctic blue eyes focused on her again, but all the warmth was gone; in its place was a chilly detachment, a removed professionalism that she’d never had directed at her from these men. With a crunch deep in her gut, Briley knew that they were leaving her, and that it was happening within the next ten minutes. They were already packed and in the van, peeling out of her life.

Oh, sure, she’d expected them to leave soon, maybe even that very day. But she’d hoped that it would be a sweet parting, slow and sexy. This was going to be abrupt and empty, and it was going to hurt all the more for that.

“She’s OK, Briley,” Drake said. “Wolf talked to her this morning, and she’s fine.”

“So – so what’s going on?”

“Wolf didn’t say much,” Drake told her. “He just said that Michael is alive and he’s resurfaced in Utah.”

“He’s back at the Garden ?” She was stunned. “He’s rebuilding it already?”

“Naw, babe,” Dux said. “He’s taken up with an old friend of ours back there, and this is not a good thing, believe me. The guy is a full-on fucking nightmare, and these two lunatics being on the same team is a pretty big shock, I can tell you.”

“But –” She blinked, trying to decide what to ask first. “So – what did Wolf say?”

“He said that he needs everyone back in Denver ASAP.” Dux shook his head and his tone softened. “We’re sorry, babe. This isn’t how we wanted to end things, not after everything we’ve been through together.”

“I know,” she said. “Me neither.”

“You’ll be OK here,” Drake said quietly. “You’ve covered every single track, and more than once. Even if these two assholes get it into their heads to look for you, it’s nothing but dead ends and winding roads leading to a woman named Annette Morris.”

“Right.” She tried to smile. “That part of the plan is definitely solid.”

“OK.” Dux sighed. “We’ve got to go, Briley.”

Her throat too tight to speak, she nodded. The men held open their arms to her, and she walked on into their embrace for the last time; she closed her eyes, determined to remember everything about their bodies, and scents, and breaths.

They stood there for a minute, all wrapped around each other, hating to let go, knowing that it had to happen. Finally, the men released her at the same time, dropped kisses on her shining hair and her lips. Then Dux and Drake stepped back, staring at her in that way that made Briley feel like they were stripping her flesh from her bone, and seeing her heart and soul.

“Take care, darlin’,” Drake said gruffly. “You call us once in a while, OK? Tell us how you’re getting on with the job hunt.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she said, her throat tight. “I will.”

“Promise?” Dux said, that teasing note back in that voice. “For real?”

“For real.” She cleared her throat. “And you guys and Wolf will keep me in the loop about Michael?”

They nodded now, then turned away from her. She followed them to the front door, waited as they gathered up their belongings from the guest room and bathroom, then she stood in the door and watched them walk out to the van, load it up, climb in. She waved goodbye, saw a flash of hands waving back, watched the van turn the corner at the end of the street.

They were gone.

Briley shut the door, walked slowly back to the kitchen. She looked around at the ruins of what had been an amazing brunch – the cold cup of coffee, the rubbery bacon, the hardening eggs – and she sighed. Never again would she be able to stand in this room without feeling Dux’s lips on her sensitive nipples, feeling Drake’s fingers stroking her deep inside.

“OK,” she said aloud, trying to force some brightness into her voice. “Today is day one. Today is a fresh start. Come on, now. We’ve got this, girl.”

That was when Briley fully resolved to get on with her new life, whatever that looked like and how it turned out. She was ready to work as a nurse, she was ready to make this house truly hers, she was ready to find some local friends.

I'm ready for anything .

It was optimism to the point of foolishness, of course. Standing there that morning, in a bright sunbeam, Briley had no way of knowing how unready she was for what was coming – not the terrible or the amazing.