The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(70)

“I am,” she responds, smiling. I smirk, and narrow my eyebrows at her.

“You know that means you’re mine. Forever now,” I growl, leaning in and nipping her bottom lip.

“Yeah, I think I was yours from the beginning,” she laughs.

“Yeah, you were,” I agree. “I need five minutes alone with you, wearing nothing but this,” I whisper to Jessica, the idea of her in nothing but a leather cut hardens my dick painfully.

“Just five minutes?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.

“What can I say? I’ve been locked up, baby. Five minutes is over achieving.”





Epilogue


Jessica





I sit at the bar watching Addie play with Zane.

“He is such a ladies’ man,” Shadow remarks, handing me a beer. I laugh, seeing Zane blush as he laughs at Addie’s silly faces.

“Just like his Uncle Bobby,” Bobby insists, stretching his arms above his head nonchalantly, making his shirt ride up revealing his tattooed abs.

“Yeah, something like that,” Shadow chuckles, lifting his beer to his lips.

I walk in the kitchen to get a plate of food for Addie, before all the burley men eat it all.

“Your daughter is beautiful,” Cherry compliments, cutting up meat from behind the kitchen counter. She has her strawberry-colored hair pulled up into a sloppy ponytail, and is wearing a green shiny top I can just barely see over the counter.

“Thank you,” I reply, taking a paper plate off the counter. “Do you need any help in here?” I ask, watching her manhandle a slab of meat with a butcher knife.

“Oh, no, I got it,” she replies, looking up at me with a big smile.

“Addie can be a handful, but I suppose most kids are,” I state, digging some fruit from a bowl.

“Don’t I know it,” Cherry laughs, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

“You have any kids?” I ask, grabbing some chips from a bag.

“Uh,” she begins nervously, her cheeks flushing a bright red. Cherry looks up at me her eyes widening and her face in a sudden panic. “Would Addie like some ice cream? Dani bought a whole bunch of ice cream, and if the kids don’t eat it, Shadow will.” She turns to open the freezer door quickly to avoid my question.

Plucking out a giant tub of chocolate ice cream, she drops it on the counter. She looks at me and smiles, making me question if there was a sense of panic before or if I imagined it.

I nod, not taking my eyes off her, curious what made her react the way she did. Like she didn’t even realize what she had said or something.

I take a plate to Addie and Zane, and sit on a stool watching Lip, Bobby, and Shadow laughing about something.

Bobby looks up, his eyes holding mine. He smiles, pats Shadow on the back, and walks toward me. Once before me, he grasps me by the hips and draws me in close, his mouth tickling the shell of my ear.

“I wanna f*ck you,” he whispers, making my panties instantly dampen.

I bite my bottom lip and eye Addie and Zane making food art.

“She’s fine,” he mutters, pushing me backwards. My head falls back and I laugh hysterically while I’m herded down the hall.

I turn around and seize him by the shirt, dragging him along until I reach his room. I kick the door open and pull us both in.

Bobby slams the door shut and grasps me by the ass cheeks, lifting me up. He presses his lips to mine, taking my mouth forcefully. Our bodies tangled in an embrace slam against the door before we stumble onto the dresser, knocking everything on top of it onto the floor. My legs tremble with anticipation, a fire spreading wildly in between them.

I clutch the hem of my shirt and lift it, my leather cut falling to the floor with it. Wasting no time, Bobby dashes his head forward, kissing along my chest, his hands squeezing my breasts possessively hard.

I moan as his hands dart around my back undoing my silky bra. The sound escaping my mouth sounds more animalistic than human. The silk falls from my breasts, releasing the weight of them.

He slides his rough hands up my thighs, across my abdomen, over the peaks of my breast, and along my arms, pinning them above my head. He scrapes his teeth along the bud of my nipple, creating a spark to come alive, which plasters my skin with goose bumps. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, before slowly releasing the wet nub. I fall into the moment and the sensations he’s giving me, silently pleading for him to take me already.

He pulls back, releasing my arms, and removes his shirt, revealing his chest outlined perfectly with muscle. I can’t help but run my hands over his pecs, before scratching my nails down over his abs causing him to hiss. My hands fondle the button on his jeans while his hands undo my shorts.

As soon as his pants are free, I shove them down his toned thighs, using my feet to kick his boxers the rest of the way. He yanks my pants down to my ankles and softly pulls my panties down my hips.

He slides his fingers between my legs and inside my sensitive heat. Desire ignites inside me at his touch. My head falls back from the overwhelming connection. I place my feet on the edge of the dresser and widen my legs, encouraging him to go deeper.

“Someone’s excited,” Bobby pants, spreading my wetness around my clit. I clench my teeth and nod as the sensual feeling of pleasure builds around his dexterous hand.