BAKER (Devil's Disciples Book 1)(28)

“Every inch of it.” I closed my eyes. “Until his balls are against my butt crack.” I opened them. “It makes me come so hard my ears ring.”

She let out a heavy sigh. “God. What I wouldn’t give to have an orgasm like that.”

I looked away and shook my head.

“What?”

“You’re pretty and you’ve got huge boobs. If you quit wearing plaid every day, you could get almost anyone to fuck you. Get someone to watch the demons and go out for a night. Dress inappropriately, put on some makeup and do your hair, and I guarantee you someone would hit on you.”

“They’re not demons, they’re my babies.”

“They’re evil spirits hidden inside children’s bodies. Did you see that movie? The one with that little girl that gets sucked into the TV?”

“They love you, Andy. I can’t believe you’d--”

“If they love me, why don’t they act like it? Last night, Helen was running around the house saying, Andy, Andy, your hair’s like cotton candy.”

“What do you expect?”

“I expect to be left alone. I was watching a movie.”

“You died it pink.” Her eyebrows raised. “Kids are perceptive.”

“It’s strawberry blonde. Maybe she’s colorblind.”

“She’s not colorblind. It’s kind of pink. She’s gifted, by the way.”

I coughed out a laugh. She was gifted in the art of being annoying.

“What?” She gave me a look. “She is.”

“The other one was out on the porch with a can of hairspray and that spark thingy for the barbeque grill. He was using them as a flamethrower to kill bugs.”

“That doesn’t make him evil.”

“Where does an eight-year-old even learn such shit?”

“His dad used to do it all the time.”

“The same guy that had a hot dog dick.” I chuckled. “Explains a lot.”

She took a drink of wine and then finished what was in her glass. As she poured another, she looked at me over the top of the bottle. “How many guys have you had sex with?”

It was a question I hated being asked. I’d gone through phases in my life, most of which included using sex as a means of lifting my self-esteem high enough that I felt worthy of taking up space on earth.

My lack of trust in men made sure that I rarely fucked any one man long enough to develop feelings. For someone who enjoyed sex as much as I did, not committing to men had its pitfalls. I’d had sex with more men than I cared to count.

“Quite a few,” I said sheepishly.

“How many is that?”

“I don’t know. Quite a few.”

“Like, six?”

I almost choked to death laughing. I’d screwed six different men before I fell in love. “No. More than that. What’s it matter?”

“I guess it doesn’t.” She took a sip of wine and then nodded toward my hand. “They didn’t all have dicks that big, did they?”

I shook my head. “No. Baker’s dick is special.”

“Special in size? Or something else?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. It could have been the size alone that satisfied me so much. Or, how he used it. I wondered if who it was attached to had anything to do with it.

“I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ll try and figure it out the next time we go at it.”

“There’s going to be a next time?”

“I hope so.”

“So, you like him?”

It was the most ridiculous thing she’d said all night. “I like his dick. That’s it.”

She seemed confused. “I thought you said he was hot.”

“He is. But he’s a man. Eventually men do what men do. As long as he stops in and fucks me from time to time, I’m getting all I need.”

“It’s nice to have a man to come home to,” she said. “Not all men are like Jacob.”

Hearing his name made me cringe. I arched an argumentative eyebrow. “Says the woman whose husband ran off with the big-tittied chicken wing waitress.”

She huffed out a breath. “Point taken.”

I reached for the bottle of wine. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring up his name again.”

“He lives three thousand miles from here, and you guys have been split up for, what, five years? It’s not like you have anything to worry about. Not anymore.”

She was wrong. Thoughts of what he’d done lingered in my mind every hour of every day. The only way of making certain I never had to relive the experience was to never get attached to another man.

And that was what I planned to do.





SIXTEEN - BAKER





Good pussy had the ability to change a man completely. History had proven that it caused men to go bankrupt, cheat on their wives, commit murder, and even declare war. Denying the effect a tight pussy had on a man’s ability to retain his wits would be foolish.

I wasn’t a foolish man.

I pushed the door to Andy’s office open. Sitting sat her desk with a stack of paperwork in front of her, she was wearing a form-fitting gray blouse that accentuated her every curve. Her blond hair was down and had a slight wave.