Chapter 41 Indie
Indie
The Devil I Know - Mae Hill
Hands snake around my waist as the bed dips, pulling me closer to the warmth that’s held within the safety of his arms, my own fortress made of inked layers of muscle.
Saint places a kiss against my bare shoulder, and I smile weakly as my eyes flicker against the peaceful slumber he’s rousing me from.
“You’re bad for me, you know that? I almost slept in late again,” his rough voice says slowly against the shell of my ear, and my smile breaks into a full-on grin.
“I love you, Saint,” I whisper, and it earns me a long, possessive kiss against my neck, goosebumps shimmering out all the way down my spine when his hand dips between my thighs, teasing my clit whilst he devours my neck.
“Say it again,” he murmurs.
My hand reaches above me, tugging his hair and forcing him to groan as his movements pick up.
My moan is mixed in with my breathless words. “I love you.”
His breath fans across my shoulder, my ass pressing into the feel of his rock-hard length nuzzling against my back. “Fuck, I’ve missed hearing that.”
Like he hadn’t heard it a million times last night.
It’s been freeing to say the words, ones that have been trapped deep beneath my doubts.
I don’t know how long we stayed up on that peak, both of us stargazing whilst I pointed out various formations, and him intently listening, just like he always did.
Then he enticed out my favourite stars, to the point I couldn’t even string a sentence together if I tried.
When my body no longer shuddered from his touch, the cold becoming unforgiving, we hopped back in the car to drive home. Though, I couldn’t help myself.
I’d undone his cargos, taking his cock into my mouth whilst he battled to watch the roads.
His focus didn’t last long, and he had to yank the handbrake up in the middle of the road, and before I knew it, I was in his lap, bouncing up and down on his dick and filling the car with his name.
For those last few hours, we felt like us again.
Like we were back to being two early twenty-year-olds, caught up in the madness of an all-consuming and unforgivable love.
One we’d fought so hard to restrain against in our teens.
The memory of last night fades, and I no longer have to let the acts play out in my head.
Saint slips inside me, so easily because of how wet I am, and the fact he’d continued fucking me all through the night.
My body aches through every possible muscle, but I can’t deny this. We have so much time to make up for a love that was placed on hold by a much eviler force.
He growls in my ear, the sound of it contracting my inner walls. “Your pussy has missed me too; she’s fucking gripping me. Wants me to spend all my free time fucking her as she cries for me.”
The glimpse of the gentleness from Saint from during the night is gone, and the animal is back in its rightful place.
My plea wraps around a moan, “Fuck her harder, Saint.”
He fulfils my request, slamming harder and deeper into me from behind, with a force that sends the room on its axis.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby, or that mouth.” He growls the last word.
We’re like a pair of addicts, ones who have circled the fix for far too long, both giving in to the craving and enjoying the unforgivable high.
My orgasm shatters through me; his hand snakes around and captures my cries just in time as it seals against his palm, his savage thrusts electrifying the force that’s rattling through me.
Eventually his hips still whilst I grapple for oxygen, and he lulls to a stop as he fills me again.
He places a tender kiss between my shoulder blades, his voice harsh as our sweat-slicken skin radiates off one another. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve cum inside you.”
I laugh as I drag his hand away from my mouth, the fact he’s only now thinking about this, when we’ve never used protection once. “Good thing I’m on birth control, you fiend.”
I yelp when he slaps my ass, turning around when the coldness of him leaving hits me, instantly missing the connection.
“Would it be terrible of me to say that makes me disappointed?” he throws over his shoulder.
Springing off the bed, I pad into the bathroom to find a smirk on his face.
Saint and I had never spoken about having kids; we were too young.
We’d promised each other forever, and in my wishes, I’d wanted it all with him, and that’s exactly what forever entailed.
Mini versions of us running around whilst he’d come home from work, sneaking me kisses when they weren’t looking.
Then it all came crumbling down, and life as I knew it was never the same.
Every single pact we made faded the longer we spent apart, and when I thought I’d lost him forever, thinking about our oaths caused a deep ache in my heart.
Happiness was a distant memory.
And without Saint, I was never going to find it within another.
I hum. “I’d say irresponsible. Seeing as two killers becoming parents between taking down a highly secret and powerful society would warrant such a label.”
I arch a brow at him, but that wicked look on his face never falters as he turns the water on in the shower.
“Suppose I’ll just need to be satisfied with the knowledge that you’ll spend most of your days around here dripping with my cum between your thighs.”
I swallow at the thought, the idea of it sending a thrill through me, but also a sliver of dread.
It’s not that I don’t mind being at The Pit. Most of the people I care about are here.
It’s the fact that being here is for my safety.
As long as Omnia are still active, I’ll have to be confined to these walls. I want all the dreams we spoke about.
I want our forever.
His gaze catches mine when he turns from testing the water in the shower.
“I’d never imagine you’d want kids?” I ask, suddenly feeling shy.
We’ve only reunited for over a month, and some might think this conversation is bizarre to be having so early. The fact that our love survived all this time?
It doesn’t feel stupid at all.
We’d maybe have had it by now if our lives weren’t underwritten by an evil clause.
Saint gives me his full attention.
“With you, Indie, I want it all. I always have.” He stalks towards me, large paws cupping my face, kissing me like a storm cloud rolling in.
It’s ferocious, giving promises of me being wrecked if I linger with it too long.
When he pulls away, letting me drag the air back into my lungs, I whisper wickedly against his lips. “Would it pacify you if I called you Daddy for the time being?”
I can’t contain my sly smile when he groans, his forehead leaning against mine. “Jesus fuck, woman, between that and Boss, I might take your birth control and tear up the prescription for it.”
A carefree laugh bursts from me, and I palm his chest as I sidestep him, heading to steal his shower.
“I’ll stick to Boss for the time being.” I glance over my shoulder at him, watching like he’s ready to eat me alive. “That means I can call you it in public.”
The second the words leave my mouth, his pupils expand, erupting the sparks of need beneath my skin. “Get in the fucking shower. Now.”
We’re late as we both speed-walk towards the meeting room.
We were supposed to be there twenty minutes ago, but seeing as the joint shower was unplanned, we lost track of time.
My hand reaches out to open the double doors, but Saint swoops in front of me, palm against the wood to slam it shut.
One minute I’m frowning, wondering what the hell he’s doing, the next my back hits against it.
His mouth finds mine, his tongue working its way inside, hands roaming as he cups my ass, pressing me into the door.
The moment threatens to take me away. I can hear voices in the room behind me as the wetness pools between my thighs again.
Just as quickly as he fired me up, he pulls away.
“Seriously?” I groan, staring up at him through my hooded eyes.
He presses a kiss against my forehead. “Couldn’t help myself.”
When he pulls away, the door at the side of me opens, revealing the loud chatter as everyone waits for us. He smirks down at me as I dip under his arm, my eyes rolling at his gentleman mannerisms.
The way he fucked me in that shower, that title couldn’t be further from the truth.
If clarity hadn’t gotten the better of him, I don’t doubt he’d have me pinned in that corridor.
“Where the fuck have you two been?” Rex calls as we walk in, leaning back in a chair with his legs perched on a table.
“Last I checked, I’m the fucking boss around here,” Saint answers.
He looks completely unruffled, not like me.
I’m overly aware of how aroused I am, and I’m certain my cheeks are flushed.
A childish giggle erupts from me at his response, and it earns me a warning slap to the ass as he walks by me.
Gina watches me heading towards her, holding out a protein bar of the same kind she’s eating. I groan in appreciation; we managed to find these the other week in the kitchen, and they’re the best out of all the options. She’s been ransacking the flavour whenever they come in.
“Thank you for your service,” I say, sitting myself down next to her on the sofa.
She bobs her head, mouth still full from the bite she took. “It’s nice, you know. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.”
My brows dip, and a bemused laugh comes from me. “The protein bar?”
I mean, they’re okay. I wouldn’t go that far as to say I enjoy them that much.
The guys have us on the same meal plan as everyone else here, seeing as we’ve joined up for their training. All that working out and eating shit would defeat the purpose of keeping us strong.
She scoffs. “You’re a fucking idiot.” She shakes her head with a smile on her face.
“I mean that ridiculous smile on your face. It’s the same one you had all those years ago.
I’m glad to see it back. Plus, Saint doesn’t seem to be as oddly terrifying as he was when we first got here.
Don’t get me wrong, that fucker’s still unnerving, but now I feel like he’s got more of a tolerance for my bullshit. ”