Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)(8)

The things I would show her to do with that tongue. I close my eyes and let my mind wander. Emilia would slip her tongue from her beautiful mouth and slide just the tip up my dick. Once she reached the top she would slip her mouth over the tip and suck a little.

Swirling her tongue around the top of my dick as she suckles gently. Her hands would come up and wrap themselves around my throbbing cock.

It doesn’t take much before I’m shooting my load down Jocelyn throat. Groaning as rope after rope pours out of my balls and down her swallowing throat.

After the last drop is out. I pull my softening dick from between her lips.

She looks up at me and smiles. “I missed you Devil. Let's go to your room. I need you.”

I feel nothing. Fucking nothing. My cock doesn’t even stir at the thought of coming into contact with her pussy. If anything, it seems to get softer. There’s no appeal in fucking her.

Emilia. My cock jumps a little. Giggles “I see someone missed me.” Jocelyn? She still here? I focus on her. “Come on Devil I haven’t had you today. I need you,” she whines.

The sound grates on my nerves. With no emotion in my voice I get out a “not tonight,” she makes a grab for me as I step around her. I shut that shit down with a look.

Shaking my head, I walk over to the bar. Thank fuck Jackal was finished. By the time, I reached the bar, he was putting his dick back in his pants.

Skillet slid me a beer as my ass hit the stool. Jackal looks at me and laughs. I glare at him.

“What the fuck do you find so funny” I demand “What happened over there? You were more of an asshole than normal.” he responds. Anger swamps me “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“She sucked you off and you gave her nothing man.” he takes a swig of his beer and raises one eyebrow waiting.

“Yeah, that was a dick move.” Was I going to correct that shit? Fuck no. I didn’t want to fuck her, lick her or finger her.

“Whatever man. She’ll get that shit somewhere else.” shaking my head, I take a swig of beer.

Laughing as he nods his head. “Yeah man. That shit was cold. But I get it.”

But he didn’t get it. He hadn’t met her. He hadn’t met Emilia. How could I do that when I knew what I could be doing is so much fucking better.

It's like being told here’s a filet mignon. Smell it, touch it, okay now eat this tofu steak here. You just can't do it. My dick needed her, and no other would do. Sure, a mouth is fine, but other than that no. Not fucking happening.





Chapter 6


Emilia



It’s been two days. Two very long hopeful days. Every time I heard a motorcycle. My heart would climb into my throat and I would watch in desperation hopping it was him.

But every time it wasn’t. Grabbing the dishes off the table. I make my way to the kitchen. Jasper looks up from the sink and gives me a smile.

“How's it going Emilia?” He asks.

Jasper is in his late forties. A father of three girls. He’s also Alice’s husband. A nice man almost fatherly. I give him my best smile.

“Great Jasper. Everyone has been really nice.” I reply with a smile.

“Good, good. You let me know if anyone’s bothering you okay?” His voice is firm and kind.

I give him a nod. Depositing my dishes into the sink. I walk back into the dining room. I stop in my tracks. Right there in the corner booth is Beau. Scanning the menu, he hasn’t noticed me yet.

I feel a thrill move up my spin and fear sink in my belly. He’s here. After two days, he’s finally here.

My feet move on their own accord. I find myself standing in front of his table in no time at all. I haven’t taken my eyes from him since I noticed him. I will him to look up at me. Please, please look at me.

When those chocolate brown eyes focus on my face. My heart starts pounding hard. I smile. My stomach in knots. What if he doesn’t like me?

Maybe that’s why he hasn’t been around in days.

His face lights up. A crooked grin curving his lips. His eyes settle on mine. My stomach erupts in butterfly’s.

“Hey darlin. How have you been?” he asks in his deep gravelly fuck me voice.

My smile gets bigger. Darlin. He called me darlin. “Good. Better now that you're here.” I say before I can stop the words from escaping. I didn’t want him to know I missed him. I felt like a stalker.

The smile on his face turns full blown. “I missed you too darlin.”

My heart skips a beat. He missed me. It was nice to be missed. I don’t think anyone has missed me before.

“Are you hungry?” I ask. Ugh. Of course, he’s hungry. He wouldn’t be here otherwise. At least I don’t think he would be here otherwise.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m hungry alright.” The heat in his eyes as they rake my body has me shiver in need.

“What would you like?” I ask. My voice suddenly husky.

“You. A burger will have to do for now.”

“You want fries?” I ask. Trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Bring me a beer with that, Shipyard, please.” his eyes hold mine captive. I have to physically force my eyes to the notepad in my hand.

“I’ll get this order in. Oh, I forget. What do you want on that burger?” Feeling like an idiot. I blush deeply. Keeping my eyes focused on my notepad. I didn’t want to see the laughter in his eyes.