49. Devil
Chapter 49
Devil
“Why are you pouting?” Torrent asks and I frown at her. I’m not pouting, but I don’t especially like the fact she didn’t let me reciprocate earlier. I hate the fact that I’m getting ready to leave her too.
“I’m not pouting. I just don’t want to leave you. Besides, I don’t see why I couldn’t make you feel good too,” I mutter and fuck it, maybe I am pouting.
“Because you said yourself you need to get out of here and go check on Diesel and let him know you’ll be staying in town. You have things to do. I’ll be fine. Honestly, I know I’m cautious around Wolf, but that’s for your sake, not mine. I’m perfectly safe here. I’m going to clean house and relax a bit. I might get one of the boys to ride me into town to get some groceries.”
I frown. I don’t understand why she can’t see what is clear to me. The fact that she feels the need to have one of Wolf’s men run her into town is bad enough. The fact that she doesn’t think she’s being extra cautious around Wolf at all times is so much worse. I’m beyond knowing how to make her realize what she’s doing. But the fact she wanted me in her bed, that she gave me her mouth so sweetly this morning… I’m hoping that means that she will break away from him in time. There’s a chance her confidence in Wolf isn’t misplaced, but I have a feeling it is. It doesn’t matter; I’ll deal with the motherfucker on my own… I have to make sure that none of it touches Torrent.
“Am I your man or not, Torrent?” I ask, gently. I’m pushing, I know it, but I can’t stop myself.
She blinks up at me. Her face loses a little of its color, indicating that my question jarred her, despite me trying to go easy.
“Am I your woman?”
“Absolutely. You’re fucking right you are, Angel.”
She studies me for a minute and closes her eyes.
“Then yes, you are?—”
“Then we walk out of here together. You get on the back of my bike and I’ll take you to the store,” I tell her. I want to tell her I’ll take her back home with me, but I’m not sure she’s ready to hear that right now.
“I want that, Logan, I do, but?—”
“Then we do it. It’s not going to get any easier, Torrent. It’s best we come out now and face it head on. This hiding shit is not who I am.”
She looks more than a little panicked, but she doesn’t back away from me. She brings her hand up and gently curves it around my neck while another hand rests against my heart, feeling it beat. She goes up on her tip toes and I tilt my head down so I’m closer to her.
“We only have to hide until Wolf comes back. I’ll tell him, Logan. I promise. But I owe it to him that he hears this from me, not one of his men,” she says.
I bite down my argument. It wouldn’t do any good, and I made a decision early on to handle Torrent carefully. That hasn’t been the wrong call. I’ll let her have this. That son of a bitch will be back soon, and when he is, all bets are off. I’ll let her tell him, but she’ll tell him with me there. Torrent might have faith in him, but I sure as fuck do not.
“I’ll be back at dark,” I grumble.
“You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”
“I don’t think you understand how much I really dislike the fact that you’re not leaving this place with me, Torrent.”
“I’m picking up on that, Logan,” she says, laughing. She steps into my arms and pulls me to her, linking her arms around my back. “It’s going to be okay, you know. You’ll see. I have to make Wolf understand how much I lov—care about you. He only wants what’s best for me.”
“That’s me, Torrent. Don’t you start doubting that and second guessing your decision,” I tell her and maybe that’s my biggest fear. I don’t have the best track record with women. I’ve steered away from relationships with everything in me. Torrent is the first woman that’s made me want a relationship and I’m claiming her. There won’t be another woman after her. She’s all I want.
I need to make her mine.
“I won’t. I promise, Logan,” she says, pulling away enough so she can look at me. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
“I don’t think that’s possible, Angel. Give me your mouth. If you’re going to send your man away without the taste of you on his tongue, the least you can do is kiss me.”
“You’re horrible,” she whispers, leaning up to kiss me.
I take her mouth slow, memorizing everything about it like it will be my last time ever touching her. I don’t know why I feel so desperate when it comes to Torrent, but right now that’s the overriding emotion.
“Tonight,” I promise her and she nods her head in agreement.
I turn away to the window I used the night before, when something sticks in my head so I ask.
“Are you on the pill?”
“What?” she asks, coloring but I can see she’s trying not to laugh.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask again.
“And if I wasn’t?”
“Then I’m going to need to bring some rubbers with me tonight, but for the first time in my life I really don’t want to use them. So tell me, Angel. Are you on the pill?”
“You don’t want to use a rubber?” she asks, clearly shocked.
“Fuck no. I plan on yours being the last pussy I sink inside of and the last thing I want around my cock separating us is latex.”
“I… I don’t think I know what to say to that. You plan on me being… You…”
“Torrent, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ve always been in this thing with you for the long haul. If you think after getting a taste of you that I’m going to let you go now, you need to think again.”
“I’m in it for the long haul too, Logan.”
“Good to know. So, can you answer me please? Do you take the pill?”
“Well no, but I mean, I have birth control. I could never remember the pill, so I took umm… other measures,” she shrugs.
“Good enough, unless it’s dangerous. We might want kids one day and you don’t want to do anything that might hurt those chances. We can talk about it later.”
“I… uh… Okay,” she says, clearly confused.
“My number is programmed into your phone. You call me if you need me. I’ll be here so quick you will think I never left,” I promise her.
“When did you program your number into my phone?”
“While you were sleeping,” I grin. “So don’t hesitate to call.”
“I won’t.”
“Good girl,” I tell her and then hike my damn body up and through the window. I thought about using the back door but I think they have every entrance monitored—the assholes aren’t smart enough to worry about a random window on the side of the house. “Hey, Torrent?”
“Yeah?” she asks, looking through the window.
“My number’s stored under Torrent’s Sex Slave.” I grin with a wink, and then I sprint toward the tree line before Wolf’s men can see me. I hear Torrent laughing in the background and it makes me smile. I love that I make her happy. It’s something I want to do the rest of my life.