52. Devil
Chapter 52
Devil
“Now you’re the one that’s quiet, Angel,” I whisper into the dark room. I’m lying in bed with Torrent and it’s been a good night, but definitely subdued. I’m worried about Diesel and I know Torrent has a lot on her mind—most of which is my fault. There’s a chance I pushed her too hard tonight, but it had to be done. She can’t hide from the truth forever, and I think that’s what she is doing.
She curls back into me, kissing the side of my neck and I guess I should be glad that she hasn’t pulled away from me. I’m not sure how I would have handled that. I’m trying to handle Torrent gently, but I’m not this man—the man who sneaks around to see his woman. I’m too fucking old for this shit.
“I’m… not looking forward to what needs to be done.”
“Torrent—”
“No. I mean it’s okay. I may not like it, Logan, but I know I need to take control back. I know it has to happen. I’m dreading it and that’s allowed, right?”
“Yeah, Angel. That’s allowed,” I tell her, sighing because I hate that I can’t make all of this right for her. Torrent has been through so much and I think before this is over, she’ll have to face the truth that Wolf is not the man she thinks. She’ll have to have her eyes opened to see that he’s playing on her sorrow and emotions to control her. Torrent is a smart woman, part of her already knows, but knowing it and recognizing the pattern you are in are two completely different things.
“What I feel for you, Logan… It’s real. I promise,” she whispers sweetly.
That’s when I’ve decided we have had enough seriousness for the night. I’ve let my worry over Diesel and the pressures of being here with Torrent, when I should have my boy’s back, bleed through when I shouldn’t have. There are times that I forget everything Torrent has been through. I don’t even know all of it, I’ve not asked her to talk with me about it and she’s clearly not dealing with it and pushing it into the back of her mind. Eventually she will have to work through it, but for now I need to remember she’s got a lot to deal with—a lot more than the fact she has two men in love with her.
I haven’t told her I love her, but the emotion is there. She had me from the very beginning. I don’t know Wolf’s game, but I know mine. I’m in this for Torrent. I want her back home with me. I want her by my side. I want her on the back of my bike and in my bed.
Fuck… I want babies with her.
“How real are we talking?” I ask her, pushing my heavy thoughts away. I pull her body over mine, her legs sliding to my sides as she straddles me. She looks down into my face, her hair falling around her. Even in the darkness her beauty shines through.
“What are you talking about now?” she asks and I can literally hear the smile on her lips. This is what I want for Torrent…
Happiness.
“You said what you feel for me is real, I’m kind of wondering how real.”
“I have no idea what that means,” she laughs.
I let my fingers hook the end of her T-shirt and tug on it.
“When a woman cares for a man very much, it causes her clothes to come off,” I instruct her.
“I thought that was tequila?”
“Well, that too. But when a woman has fallen under a man’s spell, there are certain signs to watch out for.”
“Like what?” she giggles.
“Well, first she has an uncontrollable urge to kiss her man. She’d rather have his kiss than air in her lungs.”
My voice is stern, filled with a seriousness as I joke with her. I slowly let the pads of my fingers splay out against the warm skin of her stomach.
“Oh no,” she gasps.
“What’s wrong, my Angel?”
“I think I may have symptom one, because I really want your lips on mine much more than I want to breathe,” she whispers. I don’t know if she realizes it or not but she’s grinding slowly against my body, her hips moving in a slow, seductive dance that is designed to take me to heaven.
“Maybe you’re mistaken. We should kiss to see if you’re really that desperate,” I tell her, already leaning up into her. She bends down and gives me a kiss, one that’s wet, playful, full of desire for more. Her tongue traces my bottom lip and then slides inside. That’s as much as I can allow and then I take over the kiss. I push into her mouth, needing her so much my body is vibrating with it. I plunder her mouth, memorizing it, praising it… worshipping it.
When we break apart, we’re both winded and Torrent’s breathing is so ragged the sound echoes in the room.
“Definitely have symptom one,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “What’s symptom two?”
“That’s where the hunger is so bad, your clothes have to come off.”
“I think you already have this illness, Logan. You’re naked,” she whispers, making me grin.
“I’ve had it since I first saw you, Angel. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
She leans back and takes off her T-shirt, flinging it to the floor.
Christ.
There are few things in life that can steal a man’s breath. The sight of Torrent sitting astride of me, her breasts free, a smile on her lips and her hair falling around her face softly is definitely one of those things.
“I think I’m starting to catch up to you,” she whispers, her fingers moving over my chest, rubbing the hair she finds there, and teasing me.
“Not quite yet,” I tell her and my fingers grab the silky material of her panties.
“No?” she asks.
I stretch the fabric tight until it gives. I rip it in two places and then pull it away from her body. I groan because once she settles back against me, my cock slides between the lips of her wet pussy, welcoming it against her heated center. I need inside her, but this teasing is almost too good to stop.
“That’s better. Much better. I’d say we’re almost ready to see if you have the third symptom now,” I groan as her fingers grab one of my nipples and pulls. I bring my hands up her stomach to palm her breasts, squeezing them, kneading gently. Her hips move back and forth, as she begins to grind against the ridge of my cock, coating me in her sweet cream.
“I thought clothes were supposed to fall off… not be ripped off.” She moans the words as her nails dig into my skin and she grinds harder on me. If I don’t take control soon, she’s going to come and I don’t want that, not like this. When she comes, it’s going to be with my cock buried deep inside of her so I can feel every fucking delicious second of it.
“I’m definitely farther advanced than you, baby. I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“What’s the last symptom?” she whimpers, her head falling back, her hips moving faster and harder.
I grab Torrent, stopping her from moving and causing her to let out a soft, long wail of need and disappointment that makes my cock jerk against her.
I lose sight of our game, hunger and need fueling through me with the force of a rocket.
“On your knees, Torrent. Get up on your damn knees,” I order her. She groans, but does as I ask.
Fuck, she’s as eager as I am.
I circle my hand around the base of my dick. I’m drenched in the juices of Torrent’s pussy. Christ, it’s going to feel like fucking paradise to be inside of her. I help guide her down on my cock, my eyes closing as the head squeezes into her tight entrance.
“Oh, damn. You feel so good, Logan,” she whispers, sliding further down on me. She takes me slowly. I can feel inch by inch as her greedy little cunt swallows my cock. The inside walls of her pussy quiver around my shaft and once she takes me completely, she sits there, not moving.
It’s a delicious torture.
“You okay, Angel?”
Torrent opens her eyes, and even in the darkness there’s light coming from the hall and I see her face clearly. This is one of those times a man will never forget. If I live to be a hundred, or live a million other lives, this will be a memory I carry with me every second possible.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Logan. I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispers. “I love you.”
I wasn’t expecting the words. They shake me to my core. They are the spark thrown on a keg of gun powder. There’s no holding back now. I lean up to take her mouth. Before I do, I growl against them.
“Ride me, Torrent. Ride me.”
I take her mouth roughly then, grinding her breasts against my chest as hard—if not harder—than she’s grinding that pussy. She’s taking us both to heaven and it’s never been better in my life. This right here is why I put up with all the bullshit. This is why I kept coming back.
Torrent.
She’s the reason. She’s my world.
This woman is everything.
That’s my last sane thought as I reach down and massage her clit, making her go off like the Fourth of July and emptying myself deep inside of her.
She’s everything.