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“I think maybe you better go,” I mutter, unable to even pretend to keep a cap on my anger.
“You make sure you keep your doors and windows locked,” he orders, watching me closely.
“I will, though no one bothers me unless you count men who bang on my door and wake me up—”
“I—” Red interrupts, but I speak over him because I want to get my point across.
“Waking me up,” I repeat, my tone annoyed. “Just so he can insult my father.”
“Make sure you lock your damn doors. I swear you’re a pain in the ass. I don’t know why Wolf fools with you,” Red mutters, turning and walking away. I slam the door loudly on him, wishing I could slam his face instead.
“Logan?” I ask when he doesn’t immediately come out of hiding. I retrace my steps going through the kitchen and hall. When I get to my bedroom he’s over by the window holding my broom—or what’s left of it. “What did my broom ever do to you?” I ask, wondering why he’s broken the wooden handle. I grimace when I think of the strength it must have taken to break it. That couldn’t have been easy.
“Hey, Angel. Get rid of the idiot that quickly?” he asks and I frown as I watch him put the largest pieces of my broom handle under the bed and wedge it so he can use that to help break off another piece.
“Yeah, I guess. What are you doing?”
“Securing your windows,” he says like that’s a perfectly natural reply. I watch as he wedges the piece of broom he broke into the top part of my window. Once he’s satisfied with the way he’s secured it, I watch as he tries to open the window. The handle of the broom makes that impossible and I have to say I’m kind of impressed at his ingenuity.
“That’s a really good idea,” I remark as he does the second window the same way.
“I’d rather they were safer, but this was the best I could do under the circumstances. We’ll try and do each window and then when I leave you can secure the window I use and—”
“I was… I mean…”
“Spit it out, Angel,” he urges and I struggle with my embarrassment. Still, I take a deep breath and try.
“I was hoping you’d stay the night. No sex or anything,” I say hurriedly, before Devil can get the wrong idea. “But, I’d really like to fall asleep in your arms tonight.”
He looks at me and for a minute I’m scared he’s going to turn me down. Then he grins a full smile, and that’s when I lose myself a little more to Devil.
“Then let’s get these windows secured. I want to hold my woman tonight.”
I really should correct him, but I don’t.
I want to belong to Devil.
So, like a fool, I help him secure windows and remain in my dream world where Devil is my man and we have a future.
I need to find a way to make that a reality.Devil“What are you doing, Angel?” I ask, my voice thick with sleep and… hunger.
Torrent is lying on top of me, nibbling on the side of my neck. Her warm breath heats my skin and every time her teeth gently nip at my skin chills of awareness shoot across my body. I have my hands on the cheeks of her ass and I’m holding her against my hardened cock. I was hard last night and it seems this morning won’t be any different. It feels like the hard fabric of my jeans has rubbed my dick raw. My balls ache. It’s a miracle I didn’t attack Torrent last night while she slept. I’ve tried to hold myself in check with her, but she sure isn’t making things easy for me right now.
“You smell so good, Logan,” she whispers. Her voice is deeper than normal, huskier and it only makes me ache more.
“Angel you need to stop. I’m only human,” I groan as those sharp little teeth bite into my earlobe and pull. I close my eyes, my fingers clinching into those luscious, thick mounds of her ass. I wish she hadn’t worn pajamas to bed. My body shakes with the need to have her naked.
“I don’t want to stop,” she says as her tongue plays with my ear.
“I’m having a hard time…”
My words break off in a moan when she shifts and her hand cups my cock through my pants—squeezing.
“I noticed,” she moans. “You feel really big, Logan. Are you?” she whispers in my ear. “Are you big and wide? So thick that you leave me aching when you’re gone?” she asks. Her voice is wicked, full of mischief, but still…hungry.
“Motherfucker, you’re killing me, Angel. It’s not nice to tease,” I groan, my voice sounding like thunder in my own ears.
