A harsh bark of laughter came from the other end of the phone. “He’d be dead right now if you went. My old man was spewin’ out of his goddamn mouth. Pissed me the fuck off.”
Yeah, he needed to hear that the late Smoke Dixon had left a litany of hate alive and well within the club prospects to shift the self-regret back to anger. “I knew I hated that motherfucker.” A growl resonated, understanding how he’d have absofuckinglutely made the whole situation worse.
“Yeah, I’m out,” Keyes said. The call went dead.
Fuck. There was no way Keyes wasn’t going to be arrested with that bitch DA still in office. She’d milk the arrest for everything she had. Dev grabbed his car key and shoved the door open, searching for the club lawyer’s name in his contacts.
Keyes had that lawyer boyfriend. He might know best how to proceed, but their attorney had the soul of a cage fighter. She needed to be aware of what happened.
Dev made it just inside the building when a hand shot out, grabbing the front of his T-shirt. He bristled as Cash hauled him forward, the back door slamming shut behind him. His body was pushed backward, banging against the wall beside the door. Not an easy shove, but not hard either, just the perfect amount of manhandling. Cash’s mouth captured his, that sinful tongue executing the perfect deep dive.
He’d give the move a ten out of ten.
Everything else was forgotten as Dev dropped his keys and his phone to the floor. His hands itched to touch Cash, and he wrapped his arms around the big body.
Welcome the fuck home.
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The kiss hadn’t been planned. He’d only meant to greet Dev at the back door. Cash had moved on pure emotion. He’d waited all day to have Dev in his arms again.
The air around them zinged with electricity and sizzled as they kissed. Their chemistry was way off the charts. He was lost to the feel of Dev melting in his arms. A long deep meaningful melding of mouths. Dev kissed him with desperation.
His Dev.
His Devilman.
His partner.
His foxy Fox.
He caressed Dev’s cheek. He cherished this complicated man. Dev’s hardened nipples brushed against Cash’s chest, telling him everything he needed to know about Dev’s desire. Last night, until this morning when they were forced apart, he and his biker had stayed glued to one another. Dev had slept in Cash’s bed. They’d eaten breakfast together, worked out their schedules for the day together, showered and dressed together, never more than a few feet apart until Dev had to leave to take care of the girls.
Tonight, the way he caged Dev with his back against the wall, had to make it clear what he wanted. They needed to be upstairs well ensconced in one of their aggressive, sexual all-night quests. A multiple orgasm event. Dev had making up to do for the drought he’d caused last week and the last ten hours.
Today, Cash decided to be Dev’s personal bodyguard. Allowing himself all the time he wanted to spend with Dev during their workdays, stakeouts, dinners, family obligations, quiet evenings just between the two of them alone and naked. His hips rolled into Dev’s, driving the thought home.
“Get a room,” Shanna said disgustedly as she walked in through the back door. She’d been Dev’s tail today. “You guys have two of them, like fifty steps away from where you’re making out right now.”
The reminder had Cash slowly breaking from the kiss, but Dev didn’t let him go. He kept him pressed head to toe against his love. His body tingled with unbridled desire. Feelings he’d never experienced before fluttered throughout his body.
Honestly, his concentration had been shit all day. He secretly stalked Dev’s GPS. Not to track his whereabouts but to have a sense of being closer and connected with the man.
He’d lost his mind.
“Mom called me today while you were with the girls. She’s worried and asked about you. You aren’t doing a good enough job at selling your happiness. If she picked it up, others will too.” Her no-nonsense tone sounded more in the range of a challenging sister than of professional agent. This time she spoke to Cash. “We’ve also got an emergency call with the Dallas DEA field office for an immediate update. Something happened today we need to know about.”
“Probably about that Cummings dick who got released from prison tonight,” Dev said with attitude, bucking against Cash to put some space between them. “I don’t remember a lot about him, but I think he got released years early. He’s a prospect. One of your people had to get to him. He had to have negotiated out.”
“What reason was given for his release?” Cash asked, alternating his gaze between Shanna and Dev, hoping one of them might have the answer.
“Don’t know but Keyes had a hard-on for him. He went over tonight and fucked the dickweed up. There was somethin’ about Cummings’s kid, I think. I had to lie about where I was. I don’t fuckin’ like lyin’ to Keyes.” Dev’s frustration edged up a notch with each sentence he spoke. He paced the length of the small back entry, five steps one way then five steps back. Finally, he bent and snagged his keys and phone off the floor and kept going down the hall toward the front of the building. “You got my phone call recorded. When you hear the name Holly, it’s code for Cash. I haven’t told him anything. Not even me bein’ into dick. I don’t like to fuckin’ lie to him, for fuckin’ sure.”
Dev clomped up the staircase in his heavy boots. Cash and Shanna followed at a slower pace.
Dev’s voice traveled back down to them. “I didn’t even know how bad I was at impromptu lyin’ until y’all came along. I’m a pretty fuckin’ honest guy. What the fuck? I gotta eat somethin’.” Dev’s apartment door slammed shut behind him.
Cash looked down at Shanna who stared up at Dev’s angry retreat with her hands on her hips. “He can sure switch gears really fast.”
