2. A quickie with a demon.
Chapter 2
A quickie with a demon.
Christian
I f looks could kill, that asshole would be dead ten times over.
I shouldn’t let my hatred for Badger Rapp, Linden Koch’s best friend, consume me this much, but I can’t help it. He hurt my girl. And for that, he deserves a lot more than pain. He deserves to suffer for the rest of his days.
He would’ve gotten exactly that ten times over if Amelia hadn’t stopped me. Probably would’ve beaten him to a bloody, unrecognizable pulp if she hadn’t begged me to let him go. He didn’t deserve her mercy. And I’ll never understand why she gave it to him.
She’s a good person. Way too good for me. That’s for sure.
Because of her, I actively work to not let my prejudices get to me and feed my apathy for the world around me. Most people think I’m angry all the time. I’m not. I just don’t give a shit about most things or most people.
Why should I? They don’t give a shit about me. Never have, and likely never will.
“Stay away from my mom’s shop!” Linden, Amelia’s oldest brother, yells as he approaches me.
I’m still just outside the entrance and several steps away from my bike. Instead of continuing my departure, I widen my stance and cross my arms over my chest. Linden thinks he’s tough, but he doesn’t scare me. He’s all talk and no action.
“I thought it was Amelia’s shop?” I say, knowing that will only piss him off more.
“Whatever. It’s still my family’s shop, and we don’t serve assholes like you.” Linden steps closer to me and his chest bumps against my arms.
I give him a slight shove backwards and then lift my sunglasses to the top of my head. But not so I can stare down Linden or Tanner. I land my angry gaze on Badger. The asshole can’t even make eye contact with me.
Coward .
Other than Amelia, I may be the only other person who knows what he tried to do to her. I don’t think she even told her closest friends.
I hate that she’s forced to see him all the time because Linden is too blind and stupid to see that his best friend is a piece of shit.
“Hey!” Linden gives me a shove, dragging my eyes back to him. “I’m talking to you. Stay away from my family’s shop. You hear me?”
“I hear you.” I keep my voice calm and measured. “I just don’t give a shit.”
With one more glare in Badger’s direction, I slide my sunglasses back down over my eyes. Then I push past Linden and head toward my bike.
The last thing I want to do is leave. But if I stay, this won’t turn out well. Seeing these assholes feeds my urge to kick some ass. But if I did that, Amelia would be pissed. I don’t want her pissed. I want her satisfied and screaming my name for an entirely different reason.
But I can’t stand knowing Badger is this close to her and I can’t do anything to protect her from his presence. All I can do is trust she’s safe with her brothers close. Badger won’t do anything as long as her family is around.
If the circumstances were different, Badger wouldn’t get close enough to Amelia to breathe the same air as her.
When I reach my bike, I hear the little bell above the door ding. I look up and see Amelia is standing there glaring at her brothers with her hands resting on her hips. I slide onto my bike and wait. I love it when Amelia stands up for herself. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, it’s hot as fuck.
“Why are you here?” she asks her brother.
“Mom texted me. Said you were having trouble with a Mutter.”
Amelia rolls her eyes and groans. “There’s no trouble. He was just ordering flowers for his grandma’s birthday. There’s no crime in that.”
“You took his order?” Tanner stiffens and clenches his fists like he’s going to punch something. He isn’t quite the same level of asshole as Linden, but he’s a hothead and unpredictable.
“Of course, I did.”
“Why?” Tanner stumbles back like her words slapped him in the face.
“Because I like Grams.” Her lips turn up in a mischievous smile. The smile that I love the most. The one that makes me want to kiss her forever. “And I don’t put any stock into that stupid feud. It has nothing to do with me or how I run my business.”
Linden growls and his expression turns indignant. Kind of like a grumpy cat that everything and everyone pisses off. “How can you say that? The feud has everything to do with you.”
Amelia rolls her eyes again. “Oh, grow up. Sometimes you act like a bratty toddler.”
I can’t stop the chuckle that rolls out of me. It’s such an unusual act for me that every one of them turns to me with a surprised look on their faces.
“You got something else to say?” Linden calls out to me.
I don’t answer him. Instead, I grab my helmet and slide it over my head. Amelia and Linden go back to arguing, but I can’t make out all of their words with my helmet over my ears. So I focus my attention on Badger.
He’s keeping his distance, but his eyes are trained on Amelia like the fucking predator that he is. I don’t trust him. Given the chance to be alone with Amelia again, I know he’d hurt her. If he did that. I’d kill him.
She swears he won’t try anything again, but she’s wrong. I see it in his eyes. He’s waiting patiently for his chance, and I’m going to make sure he never fucking gets it.
I can’t stop pacing
Thirty minutes stretch into forty, each agonizing second a hammer-blow against my patience. Where the fuck is she?
I pace the length of the room, my nerves a caged beast clawing at my insides. The door—a mocking barrier—taunts me.
The urge to shatter it is strong. I’m so close to tearing this place apart in my frantic need for Amelia. I need to see her, to know she’s safe, to feel the tremor of her breath against my skin.
It doesn’t help that I’m jonesing for a high. One hit would calm me down and satisfy my nerves. It’s a battle I struggle with every single day. It’s been two years since I got clean, and I can’t go back. I’d lose everything if I did.
Instead, I grab a cigarette and head outside. It’s a warm August afternoon. Maybe the fresh air combined with nicotine will calm me down. It’s doubtful, but I can hope. Regardless, if she doesn’t show up in the next ten minutes, I’m heading back to town.
I take one drag when I see her car turn the corner and clear the trees that hide my small cabin in the woods.
Besides Edge, the owner of Posey’s Lounge and the president of the local motorcycle club, she’s the only other person who knows I own this cabin. Even Chase, my twin brother, doesn’t know about it, and I typically tell him everything.
But this private utopia, miles away from home, is my secret that I don’t share with others. Edge and Amelia are the only exceptions.
I take another drag from my cigarette and lean against the porch post. My nerves settle some, but not enough.
“You’re late,” I grumble as soon as her car door shuts.
“I had to wait for my brothers to leave. They wouldn’t shut up.” She stops at the edge of the porch and stares up at me with her hands on her hips. “You’re mad.”
“I’m not mad.” I snap. It’s a lie. I’m so mad I could spit nails, but I don’t want to admit that to her. She hates it when I let my anger get the best of me. Especially where Badger is concerned.
“Liar.” She chuckles and takes the three steps up to the porch and stops next to me. “I wish you’d stop worrying about him. He won’t touch me.”
I can’t stop the growl that comes out of me. It’s almost an involuntary response anytime Badger comes up. “He’d hurt you the first chance he got.”
“But he won’t get that chance,” she says. Her frustration with me is evident in her tone. “When will you learn to trust me?”
I frown. “I do trust you.”
“Let me rephrase that.” She rests her hand on my chest and most of the tension I’ve been carrying fades away. Her touch is magic. “When will you trust that I won’t let myself be left alone with Badger? Ever.”
I take another long drag off my cigarette before I flick it onto the ground. Then I blow the smoke up and away from her face. She hates it when I smoke, but today I was too pissed and worried to go without a cigarette.
“It’s not you I don’t trust, Lia. It’s Badger. He’s a snake. He’ll find a way to get you alone. Trust me on that.”
She rolls her eyes and sighs, pulling another growl from deep in my chest.
“Don’t take this lightly.” I insist. “If I hadn’t showed up when I did, he would have—”
I can’t bring myself to say the words out loud. Neither of us have ever spoken the truth of what could’ve happened that night. Aside from moments like this, we don’t talk about Badger. We don’t talk about us. We just be together and pretend that what we’re doing isn’t wrong and won’t destroy both our families if they discover our secret.
Pulling the pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket, I knock it against my knuckle to grab a smoke. I need it, and regret tossing the last smoke on the ground.
Before I can lift it to my mouth, Amelia’s hand rests on my wrist and stops me.
“I didn’t come here to fight,” she says in a firm, authoritative tone. She meets my gaze and all I see is need and want staring back at me. “Put that away. You said you needed me , not a damn cigarette.”
Before I can respond, she pushes past me and disappears inside the cabin.
Aside from my brothers and Grams, no one gets away with talking to me like Amelia does. If anyone else takes that tone with me, they better be prepared for a fight.
But Amelia? Fuck. Her strength and independence are such a turn on. It makes me want her more. It makes me crave her.
I stare at the lone cigarette sticking out of the top of the pack. My craving for a smoke is strong, but I don’t take it out. Pushing it back in, I stuff the pack into my pocket and head inside.
There’s only one thing I crave more than a smoke these days, and she’s probably already half naked and on my bed.
The cabin is small with an open concept living, dining, and kitchen area. The kitchen is more of a kitchenette. It’s fine for small things, but not much else.
There are two bedrooms and a tiny bathroom. It’s not much, but it’s all mine and provides the isolation I sometimes need from the world around me.
I love my family, but sometimes I need to break from them. All my brothers still live on the homestead with Grams and Dad. There’s seven of us, so it can be a lot. Even with Garret and Chase moving out of the main house and building their own homes on the property, it’s impossible to get privacy.
I should just move out here, but then I’d have to tell them I own it.
I step inside and lean against the door to close it. It clicks shut and it rings in my ears. It’s the only sound that fills the air before I take a step toward the bedroom. My boots pound heavy on the hardwood floors.
My anger still weighs me down, but my desire for the woman waiting for me in my bedroom is stronger.
I stop by the lone chair in the living room and take off my jacket. The cabin is sparse of furniture with just this chair and a two-seater cafe table. I keep telling myself to get a couch, but it seems like too much effort for how little time I spend here. And when I am here, I’m in the bedroom.
Lately, I only come here to meet Amelia. This cabin has become ours. The one place I feel at peace. Even when she’s not here, the memory of her remains and it calms my troubled soul.
Her presence, however, makes my dick as hard as nails.
I adjust myself before taking a deep breath and stepping into the bedroom. I freeze.
Goddammit .
The sight of her makes my chest ache and my blood boil with lust.
She’s standing with her back toward me in nothing but her soft silky thong and matching pink bra. Her long dark hair is pulled over one shoulder, revealing the sensual curves of her back. My gaze follows the line of her spine down to her round, plump ass. The ass that my hand itches to smack.
I stop just inside the bedroom and pull my T-shirt over my head. Then I kick my boots off and strip out of my jeans. She doesn’t move an inch. It’s as if she’s not even breathing. It pleases me immensely.
Today she’s my good girl and letting me take control. It’s exactly what I need.
She doesn’t always submit to me. Sometimes it’s the opposite, and she takes control. I allow it because it makes her happy, but I can’t deny that this version of her is my favorite.
It pushes me to new heights when she submits like this—giving herself completely and freely to my desires and needs. She’d stand there for hours, not moving or speaking until I gave her permission if that’s what it took to please me.
She loves to please me. And in return, I give her the greatest pleasure she’s ever known.
I step up behind her and run my finger down the line of her neck to her shoulder. She tilts her head to the side, revealing more of her neck to me.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper in her ear before I press my lips to her neck. She shivers under my touch.
“Always, sir,” she says with a sigh.
Her words drag a growl from deep in my chest. I slide my hand down her arm and around her belly. Then I slip my fingers beneath her panties. Her thighs clench in anticipation of my touch.
“Open, little lamb.” I demand.
She instantly widens her stance, making it easier for my fingers to find her entrance. I’m not gentle as I slam two fingers inside her wet, warm center.
“Sir!” she cries out at the sudden invasion.
“If you’re my lamb, what am I?” I ask, hoping she’s ready to play.
“My wolf.” Her head falls back against my chest and she whimpers when my thumb finds her clit.
I growl and pull her closer to me so my hard cock presses into her ass while I work her over.
“Good little lamb.” I nibble at her ear before dragging my teeth along her sensitive skin. “How do you want me today, angel? I can’t decide how to take you.”
Rather than answer me, she moans. Her body is so responsive to my touch, making my cock twitch between her ass cheeks. She’s so wet and slick that my fingers glide in and out of her with ease. I pull them out and rub her clit with my drenched fingers, dragging another cry from her luscious lips.
“Answer me.” I demand as I slam my fingers deep inside her.
She sucks in a breath before she turns her face toward me. Her lips brush against my trimmed beard as she whispers, “You’re the wolf. Fuck me like you own me.”
I growl. I love it when she speaks like that. Nothing on this earth would make me happier than to truly own Amelia Koch. But that’s a reality that can never come to fruition.
“Shall I own your ass or your pussy today, little lamb?”
“Oh god,” she moans as I push my fingers deeper inside her. She lifts her leg and rests her foot on the bed, effectively opening herself up even more to me. It makes it easier for me to finger fuck her harder while also teasing her ass.
Amelia may be the local sweetheart and good girl, but in the bedroom, she’s as bad and dirty as they get.
“Which will it be?” The question comes out rough and grumbly.
She wraps an arm around my neck, pulling my lips to her shoulder while she grinds her ass into my erection. I breathe in her sweet floral scent. Being surrounded by flowers all day at work always makes her smell divine and innocent. It turns me on even more knowing that there’s nothing innocent about her when she’s in this room with me.
“I want your cock in my pussy, and your finger in my ass,” she says through a deep moan.
“Yes, ma’am.” I fist my freehand in her hair and lift her face so I can kiss her. Then I slowly walk her closer to the bed. “On all fours. I’m going to defile that pussy today.”
She doesn’t hesitate to comply. Once she’s settled, I pull her panties down and off her body. Lifting them to my nose, I breathe in her scent before I toss them aside. She smells so good. She smells like mine.
I dig my fingers into her hips and pull her ass back so my cock lines up with her entrance. She’s already soaked, so I slide right in without any resistance.
Normally, I take her hard and fast because that’s what she loves. But not today. I slide in slow and easy, dragging out her pleasure. I revel in how her body squeezes around my cock—sucking me deeper inside her—as I fill her completely.
She lets out a soft mewl as her hands grip the sheet. Her back arches as she pushes into me. It’s her way of using her body to ask for more, but I’m not ready to give it to her just yet.
I pull out slowly, leaving just my tip inside her. I coat my finger in her wetness and then swirl it around her clit. She cries out and her body jerks at my slow yet deliberate teasing. She’s already so close to coming. It won’t take much to push her over the edge.
“More.” She begs.
“More what?” I command.
She lets out a low moan as I tease her ass with my finger. “Please, sir. Give me more.”
I slam inside her at the same time I push my finger into her little puckered hole. Her cries fill the room, and it’s music to my ears. I live for the sounds of pleasure that come from her lips when I’m buried inside her. It’s like no other melody I’ve ever heard.
She pulses around my cock, clouding my mind and soothing my damaged soul. She feels so fucking good. Her body is so in tune to me and my touch. I could stay like this forever and never leave the warmth of her pussy.
When she feels this damn good, it’s easy for me to forget my intentions to take her slow. I want to drag out this bliss, but my control slips. I abandon my plans and fuck her so hard we’re both coming in a matter of minutes.
She collapses on the bed, and I fall down onto her, cradling her in my arms. Holding her like this is another feeling I wish I could keep forever. But that’s nothing more than a dream and it will end sooner than either of us would like. Our families—hell, our community—will never accept us as a couple.
But right now she’s mine to hold, to fuck, and to take care of. I’ll revel in this moment for as long as I have it.
“Stay put, angel.” I lightly slap her ass before I crawl out of the bed and head to the bathroom. After washing my hands, I grab a washcloth and towel so I can clean her up.
Before I head back to the bed, I stare at myself in the mirror. For the life of me, I don’t know what Amelia sees in me. I hate the man looking back at me. He’s a recovering addict—weak and pathetic. He’s no good for anyone, not even himself. And he’s especially no good for the beautiful angel waiting for him in his bedroom.
I don’t deserve a woman like her. She’s kind, good, and happy. I’m none of those things.
Time and time again, I’ve told myself to end things with Amelia—to set her free of my grasp before she gets trapped in the chains that weigh me down.
But I can’t ever say the words. She brings a calm to my soul that I’ve never known before. No matter how wrong this is, I can’t let her go.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let her go and still survive in this world.
We’re in this too deep. We’ve gone too far to go back to being the rivals and enemies we’re supposed to be.
But the feud between our families is too deeply rooted in our lives and our community.
No matter how much I want to keep her, she can never fully be mine.