The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(43)

I grasp her hips and turn her around, pulling her ass out. I slide my hand along the left side of her ass cheek and give it a hard slap. She yelps and sticks her butt out further, seeking the vicious contact once again. I wrap her hair around my hand and pull her head back.

“Someone’s a bad girl,” I whisper into her ear. She moans in response, and my dick beads pre-cum. I knew Cherry was wild, but I never tested the wildcard out in the bed. At least not like this.

I release her hair and slide my hand between her legs, finding her * nice and wet. I use the other hand to guide my length between her thighs. As soon as my head feels the heat from her wetness, I slam into her. She whips her head back and moans loudly as she’s thrust upon the seat cushion. I close my eyes and grind my teeth, the feeling of her surrounding my cock f*cking Heaven. I slowly pull out, taking in every inch, feeling every sensation her * has to offer. I hiss with pleasure and look down. The chrome barbell in my head shines with her juices. I watch as I drive it into her once more.

“Yes,” she mumbles, meeting my thrusts. I wrap my arm around her and pull her back to my chest. Sliding my hand up her shirt, I lift the cup of her bra to find her perky tit, pinching the nipple as my hips pick up the pace. My balls squeeze tightly, and a feeling of pressure builds deep in my pelvis. I slide my other hand under her shirt and do the same thing, lifting her shirt and bra until they sit just above her tits. She rests her head back on my shoulder, giving me full view of her breasts. They bounce and jiggle with every pound and thrust of my hips. Her * clenches, and a whimper sounds in her throat. With that little sound, warmth spreads up my length and ignites in the head of my dick. I drive into her wetness over and over, chasing my release. Just as my dick explodes into nothing but pleasure, her * clamps down, milking my cock.

I grab her hair roughly and pull her head to the side as I come down from my release. I shove my face into the crook of her neck and growl, nipping her soft skin.

We still, trying to catch our breath. My legs ache, and my lungs demand air. I slowly pull out of her and a shiver races up my back, my body wanting to return back to the heat her sweet cunt has to offer.

She leans over the bench seat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she heaves for air. I pull my pants up and shove myself back into my briefs. Sitting next to her, I stare at the bikes and broken-down club van.

She pulls her top down and leans down to grab her panties. After she pulls them on, she lays her head on my lap and pins me with those angelic gray eyes.

“That was…” she pauses.

“Different,” I finish for her. It was not our normal f*ck session, but after that, I’m not sure I could ever go back.

“Yeah.” She smiles, her cheeks sprinkled with freckles. I rub the pad of my finger along the bridge of her nose and down her neck, following the trail of freckles. It was different because it was real.

“You pulled my hair.” She laughs.

I laugh with her. “I did.” I was always too scared that if I went too hard with Cherry before, or got too rough, it would scare her away. I needed to keep her by my side. I needed to convince her I was everything she ever needed.

“Lip, if this is what it will be like having sex with you, the real you, then I am more than okay with that. In fact, I demand it.”

I laugh and rest my head on the back of the seat, threading my fingers through her hair.

“Lip?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t hide who you really are from me ever again.” I frown. She only saw a piece of the devil I am—disrespecting and angry. But she hasn’t seen me in my element, with a 9mm pointed at an enemy. She hasn’t seen my full jealousy flag wave, or my hotheaded temper yet. She doesn’t know what she’s asking.

“You can’t handle who I really am, Cherry.” She tenses on my lap, then sears me with angry eyes.

“Don’t f*cking tell me what I can and can’t handle, Lip. I’m not a child. I’m not that scared broken girl you once knew.” My jaw ticks with her tone of voice. I’m angry but it’s pretty f*cking sexy. She’s right. We’ve both grown over the years, ‘cause Cherry standing up to me isn’t something I’m used to.

“Lip?”

“Yeah,” I mutter, my eyes growing heavy.

“Why did you go to prison?” I exhale a long breath. I never told her why I went to prison. Even with her position as my ol’ lady, I don’t have to tell her, since ol’ ladies are not privy to club business.

“I think I at least deserve to know. I have done things for this club. I have accepted them as my family, and I waited for you for six f*cking years without knowing the reason you were taken from me,” she continues.

I rub my forehead with the heel of my palm. I owe her at least an explanation; it’s the least I could do with the way I’ve been treating her lately.

“We got pulled over on a run. We had just left the drop, and it went bad. Bull ended up stabbing one of their men. I guess they called the police after we left,” I scoff. “Fucking pussies. Anyway, when they jumped out of their cars pulling weapons, I knew right away they were after us because of what Bull had done. I was next to Bull, so I reached over and grabbed his knife out of his pocket and stuck it in my back pocket.”

“I know why you did it, why you covered for him. I don’t blame you. I have come to love this club; they’re my family. I would do anything for them,” she replies.