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Chapter Three
Devil
Bythetimemy cock goes down, I've jerked him raw and used enough cold water to turn my balls permanently blue. It takes a helluva lot longer than ten minutes, that's for sure. As soon as I think about the curvy blonde on my bed, he pops right back up, demanding attention. He took one look at her outside and declared his allegiance. Nothing else will satisfy him now.
Hell, nothing else will satisfy me either.
It's a goddamn disaster waiting to happen.
Getting entangled in a relationship while undercover isn't just dangerous, it's against every rule in the book. Some things, we're allowed to do to maintain our covers. This isn't one of them. Even if it were, Jessie deserves the truth, and I can't give that to her without putting her in the middle of things she shouldn't even know about. Not to mention, she's Risk's little sister. He'll rip my throat out if he finds out I just came down my drain three times while grunting her name.
Sending her back to campus untouched is the best thing I can do for her. But if I survive this bullshit, Jessie Long will be mine. Make no mistakes about that. I don't give a damn what Risk has to say about it. I don't care what anyone has to say about it. I'm claiming the little spitfire as soon as this is over. And she won't be leaving my bed until I plant my kid in her.
"Goddammit," I growl, squeezing my dick through my sweats as he tries to pop back up. It takes a minute before he finally gives up the fight and stands down. I quickly escape the bathroom, half expecting to find my bed on fire and Jessie long gone.
To my surprise, she's right where I left her. Mostly.
"Jesus," I mumble, rubbing a hand down my jaw. She's on her knees, her ass in the air, the top half of her body hanging off the side of the bed.
"You should dust under your bed," she announces, not the least bit ashamed that I caught her snooping. Figures. No wonder Risk is such a grumpy motherfucker. His baby sister is an iele, a beautiful, temperamental Romanian fairy. She's a seductress, an enchantress, and has no clue she's either.
"If you find anything interesting under there, let me know," I say, leaning up against the wall to watch her root around for God only knows what. Whatever it is, she won't find it. I may have slipped up and said too much—it's an easy mistake to make when all your blood is in your fucking cock—but I'm not a complete idiot. There's nothing here for her to find. There's nothing here for anyone to find. She'll poke around until she decides I'm exactly who I want her to believe I am, and then she'll accept the same story I've sold everyone else.
The thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth this time.
Suck it up, asshole. Lives depend on you not screwing this up.
"I didn't even find porn," she mutters, reluctantly sitting back on her heels. Her long blonde hair flows down her back, hitting her just above the waist. Fuck, she really is an iele, too damn beautiful for words. Too damn beautiful for her own good. She's tiny, barely reaching my chest, yet her tits nearly overflow her top. Her wide hips and thick thighs make my mouth water. I want both on my face while she rides my tongue. And then I want those heels in my back while I fuck her against the wall.
"You done snooping so I can feed you?" I growl.
"I guess so," she says, reaching up to tie her hair back. "You're either very good at hiding stuff or you're a very boring biker." She looks disappointed. "And I thought Risk was the lamest biker I know."
I lift a brow. "You know many bikers?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" A secret smile crosses her lips, setting my teeth on edge.
I push away from the door, ready to make her forget every single fucking one of them when someone pounds on the front door. Around here, there's a difference between a simple knock and a shit is going down knock. This is the latter. My head whips in that direction, my hackles rising.
"Stay here," I growl to Jessie, already on the move.
For once, she doesn't argue with me. She stays put.
I crack the front door open to find Tank on the other side.
"Unfamiliar car on the ranch," he growls. "Any idea who the fuck it is?"
"Yeah," I mutter. "It's Risk's sister, Jessie."
"Jessie's here?" His brows pull down, his scowl deepening.
"She came to see Risk; didn't know he wasn't here."
"Shit." Tank rubs a hand across the top of his head, blowing out a breath. He relaxes slightly. "Can you sit on her until he gets here? We may have a situation popping off."
"What kind of situation?"
"The messy kind. I'll fill you in on the details tomorrow. Just keep her with you," he orders me.
