Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Luc
Devil Inside
INXS
I have no idea what I’m doing with this damn girl, but I can’t seem to bring myself to say goodbye to her. I’m a little shocked at my own actions but fuck it, I’m rolling with it because it’s the best I’ve felt in months.
She makes me feel normal again. She doesn’t seem to give two shits that I’m famous. I love that she tries to take the lead, but is such a natural at being led.
We’re in an Uber on the way to her apartment, both of us quiet, seemingly lost in our own thoughts. I reach over and draw her hand against my palm. Her mouth pulls up into a smile, her fingers folding over mine, fusing them together as she glances over at me.
It’s September in Las Vegas, and still goddamn stifling out, but I only had jeans in my room, so I’m in those and a t-shirt. I had chucks, thank God, so at least I didn’t have to put my boots on.
I threw on a baseball cap and sunglasses, not sure how much of a disguise they’ll act as, but I’m hoping I can get through the day without being recognized.
A few minutes later, we pull into a complex, every damn building looking exactly like the other, the car pulling up to one somewhere in the middle of the maze.
We get out, thank the driver, and she leads me in between two buildings and up a flight of exterior stairs. I remove my sunglasses and slide them into the front of my shirt collar.
She pauses in front of a door then turns to look at me. “It might be messy. I obviously wasn’t expecting to bring-” She scans me from head to toe before continuing. “-you here.”
“I live in hotel rooms six months a year, I’m sure it’s fine.” I reassure her. I could care less if she’s a messy Marvin or neat as a pin. It doesn’t fucking matter. It’s her I’m interested in, not her housekeeping skills.
“Okay, I’m just warning you.” She spins back around and punches a code into the lock on the knob and pushes the door open, her voice raising an octave as she calls out. “Teddy Bear, I’m home.”
What the fuck?
Before I can ask the question, a fluffy furball streaks into the room, purring so loud it sounds like a motorcycle engine, stopping when it reaches her legs.
He’s cute as hell, but I’m hoping he’s the only one. If three more cats show up, I’m out. I did not sign up for single, crazy cat lady.
She bends down and scoops him up, planting several kisses against his forehead as she turns to me. “This is Teddy,” warmth beaming from her. “He’s my roommate.”
I scratch his head, his purring intensifying as he bumps his skull up into my hand. “He’s definitely a friendly little dude.”
“Yep.” She plops another kiss on his head before placing him back on the floor. “He’s a good boy.”
She sweeps a look around her place then glances back at me. “Okay, I’m going to take a really quick shower.”
She points towards a living room area. “You can hang in there, watch something if you want? Help yourself to anything in the fridge.” She frowns as her focus shifts in that direction. “It’s probably pretty sparse. I don’t cook very much.”
“I’m good.” I wave her off. “Go do your thing.” I reach down to swipe the cat out from under her legs and cradle him in my arms. “I’ll hang out with this guy.”
She stares at me a moment, her eyes shifting from the cat in my arms and then back up to my face, wearing an expression I can’t read, before she finally nods. “Okay. I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time.” I call to her as she scurries down a hallway off the kitchen and into a doorway on the right. I saunter around the open space of her apartment, the cat completely content hanging out against my chest.
She’s got framed pictures on the counter in the kitchen, one with her friend from last night, and another with a larger group of girlfriends. I wander into the living room area, and browse the list of titles to books stacked up in multiple rows under one of the windows.
Some of them I recognize, some of them I don’t. She’s got classics mixed in with Stephen King, mixed in with E.L. James, mixed in with Ken Follett. She’s diversified; I’ll give her that.
She’s got an actual stereo, with a record player, a crate of albums beside it. This definitely has me interested. I place the cat on the couch and go back over to the crate.
I slide out a stack of albums and start browsing through them. Patsy Cline, George Strait, Clint Black, Garth Brooks and Keith Urban. I knew she was an Urban fan! There’s Johnny Cash, The Beatles, Dolly Parton, The Eagles and Carrie Underwood.
I guess she wasn’t kidding when she said she was a die-hard country fan, but she’s obviously in touch with some of the classics. I’m going to do my damndest today to get her to like one of my songs. I chuckle, then put the albums back where I found them.
The cat’s curled up in a ball on the couch, so I go sit next to him, absently patting him as I grab my phone to kill some time.
I pull my cap off and set it on the couch beside the cat.
A short time later, I hear footsteps pattering in my direction, so I shove my phone in my pocket as I stand, my breath catching when she comes into view.
I feel my cheeks lift as I stare at her in approval. She’s wearing a sundress. One of those with the cute little straps that are tied at the top of her shoulders, the skirt falling to mid-thigh. It’s white with some kind of pretty blue flowers scattered all over.
The kicker though? She’s wearing those frilly edged bobby socks again, but this time with a pair of denim-colored chucks. Her face is free of make-up, her hair flowing in loose waves around her shoulders. She’s fucking adorable.
I amble over to her, her eyes popping wide when I grip her waist to push her back against the wall.
“You followed the rules.”
Now that I’m next to her, her scent invades my senses. I inhale deeply, dragging my nose along the column of her neck.
It’s sweet and exotic, with a hint of something musky beneath. It clings to her like an invisible aura, wrapping around me, making everything else in the room fade away. It’s like breathing in the night air just after a storm, fresh, bold, and completely addictive. “You smell fucking amazing.”
I reach her mouth and press my lips to hers, consuming any response she may have been about to provide. The kiss deepens, my lips no longer just pressing against hers but claiming them with a slow, deliberate intensity.
I slide my hands to her neck, tilting her head, getting lost in the feel of her, wanting, no, needing more. So much more. I breathe her in, let it drown me. I trace the line of her mouth with my lips, soft and teasing, before plunging back into the kiss, devouring her.
Her breath hitches against mine, which spurs me even harder. My heart pounds, every beat syncing to the rhythm of our kiss. It isn’t just the taste of her. Something deeper pulls at me. The way she fits against me. The way she makes everything burn brighter, hotter.
The tension between us builds, pressing against me in ways that make everything else disappear. This kiss isn’t just about desire, it’s about something rawer, something that feels dangerously close to losing control.
But right now, the control is mine, and I’m going to make sure she feels every second of it in each stolen breath turning this kiss into something far more than I ever expected.
“I want you.” I growl, my tongue tracing the shell of her ear before I nip her neck.
“Yes.” She gasps, her hands wrenching the clasp of my belt undone, shoving my pants down far enough for my cock to spring loose.
I reach under the hem of her dress until I find the top of her underwear and yank them off her. She steps out of them as I hoist her onto my hips, slamming her against the wall, my cock sliding against her heat.
“Hold on to me.” I command, letting go of her with one hand so I can guide myself to her center. I plunge into her with one thrust, the heat of her swallowing my dick whole.
“Fuck.” I groan, her fingers clawing onto my shoulders as she grinds her hips into mine. “You are so goddamn tight.”
“Don’t stop.” She mewls, her lips moving against mine.
“I haven’t even started, baby.” I grind out, giving her what she asks for. I angle my hips and drive my cock as deep as I can, her shoulders and head thudding against the wall with each shove.
“Yes, yes.” She chants with every buck of my body, her arms and legs locked around me, choking on to me, the thin material of our clothing the only thing between our bodies.
After several minutes her channel starts to pulse around my shaft. “I’m coming.” Her breath hot against my face as she pants her status.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Come all over my cock, Kitten.” I order, my knees going weak as her pussy tightens around my dick, a low moan escaping from her before her teeth bite into my shoulder.
I wait as long as I can for her to finish, then pull out of her, grip my dick, wet and slippery, and pump myself twice, cum spurting onto her bare leg.
I slam one hand on the wall beside her head to keep from collapsing, stars exploding under my lids as I let out a rumbling groan from deep inside of me.
I open my eyes slowly, my head resting against my arm, and look over at her. She’s breathing as hard as me, her head leaning back against the wall, eyes closed.
“Are you okay?” I wheeze out between breaths.
“Yep.” She nods, her lids opening to meet my gaze. “Are you?”
“I’m fucking great.” I jut one side of my mouth up in a grin. “Never better.”
“Guess you were serious about those rules.” She jokes, laughing lightly.
“One for one so far.” I wink, then straighten, releasing my hold on the wall.
“Let me get you something to clean that up.” I glance down at my release dripping down her leg.
“There’s wash clothes in that closet at the end of the hall.” She points in the direction I should go.
“On it.”
I stroll away, my dick, now soft, bobbing limply against my lower waist. I grab two of the small towels, then stride into the kitchen, running them under hot water. I squeeze out the excess, then wipe my dick with one, as I beeline back to her.
I bend down, and starting just above her sock, drag the warm cloth up the inside of her leg, cleaning off the result of our encounter. I stop short at the top of her leg, not sure if this is a little too personal, so peer up at her for permission to continue.
She stares down at me, that goddamn lip between her teeth again, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She doesn’t say no, so I flatten my hand under the cloth and wipe her pussy, spreading my fingers as I go, applying light pressure.
A gasp tumbles from her, her pussy contracting under my touch, my dick twitching at her response. Jesus Christ with this girl. She looks fucking sweeter than an angel, but definitely has a touch of the devil inside her.
I finish, then stand. I lean forward, and using my teeth, pluck her lip from her grasp, mumbling against her. “I thought I told you to stop that.”
“Sorry.” She responds meekly.
“Where can I put these?” I motion to the soiled linens in my hand.
“Here.” She takes them from me before turning in the direction of the hall. “I think I need to freshen up again.”
I chuff. “Not sorry.”
She turns, looking over her shoulder, a sexy little grin on her face, as she saunters down the hall. “Neither am I.”