Page 38 of No Chance in Hell


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“I hit that guy in the shoulder,” he mumbled, a smirk on his face.

“Good for you. Now drop me off at my cottage, I need sleep,” Avery said as she yawned.

“Finally, we both agree on something.”

Sonny stowed the guns, and they took off down the road. Avery caught him looking at her a few times but nothing more was said. She had a mind to invite Sonny inside, but that was just plain stupid. They were exhausted. Maybe that was for the best. They couldn’t get through an hour, hell five minutes, without arguing. And adding sex to the mix would be like throwing gasoline onto a growing fire.

At six AM, Avery stumbled into her bedroom, stripped down and fell, face first, into her mattress.

She didn’t wake up until her phone pinged six hours later. Reluctantly, she opened one eye and reached her hand out to locate her phone. After a minute of searching under the covers, she finally managed to find it. Tapping the screen, she opened the message.

Get your fine ass outta bed. You’re opening the bar this aft.

What a smooth talker… not.

Avery: Good morning to you, too

It could have been. If you’d have come back home with me.

Avery blinked and re-read the text again. What? Last night he told her to get out of his home and now he’s mad because she didn’t come back with him?

You didn’t ask

You weren’t shy about inviting yourself the first time

We were both tired

I always have energy for sex

When we finally do fuck, I want to do it all night long. I’m going to ride your cock and drain every last drop of your cum.

Fuck, Avery, don’t start dirty talking now. I’m in the clubhouse.

Avery laughed out loud and kept on typing. Riling up Sonny was her new favorite thing.

Did I tell you I have no gag reflex? You can slide that thick dick of yours in between my lips and I’ll swallow it down. All of it.

Avery waited as three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then reappeared again.

Fucking hell, now I’m walking around the clubhouse with a massive boner, trying to find an empty bathroom. Happy now?

Not nearly since I can’t touch you. But I can touch myself and think of you while I’m doing it.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Incoming call: The Devil’s Bastard.

She tappeddecline. The phone rang again. And again. Avery ignored it.

Then the texts came in, but she ignored them too.

Avery knew that punishment would be forthcoming.

And she couldn’t fucking wait.

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