Devil (Savage MC--Tennessee Book 1)

by Jordan Marie

  “I shouldn’t…”

  “But you’re going to, aren’t you, Angel?”

  I ignore the panic I feel inside, and the fast beating of my heart. I ignore my common sense that tells me this is a bad idea. I ignore everything but the light in his eyes and the smile on his face.

  I give in to the need inside of me.

  “I’m going to…” I whisper and I’m rewarded with another kiss.

  I bury all my doubts in that kiss, which probably isn’t the wisest thing to do, but it feels good.

  Devil

  It is unbelievably easy to sneak into this damn compound. The clubhouse itself might have more security, but Torrent’s home is a piece of cake to get to and break into. Hell, I only saw three cameras and none of them are around the window on the back porch. The windows are also way too damn old. A small flick of the point of my knife in the right place and the lock gives way. I don’t know what kind of club president her father was, but apparently he didn’t feel the need to protect himself or his family like he should have. Plus, he wanted his daughter with that asshole Wolf. All that combined doesn’t leave her old man smelling like daisies—more like a pile of cow shit.

  I make it through the window to what looks like a spare bedroom. I frown thinking how fucking easy it was. There’s not much I can do to help, but I’ll be figuring something out before I leave her here. I listen for a few minutes before I leave the room. I don’t want to walk out and have someone besides Torrent out there.

  The house is silent.

  Shit. She might be gone. I open the door carefully and then walk into a wide hallway. There’s a bathroom across from me and another bedroom, but they’re both empty too. The living room is empty, and looking through the rest of the house—dining room, kitchen, and utility room—it’s all quiet too. On the other end of the house, there’s a double set of doors. I open one of them carefully; the clicking of the lock seems abnormally loud. This room is obviously a master bedroom. The bed is made and the room is empty but there’s another set of doors to my right and although they are closed, I can hear music coming from them. I open them slowly, not sure of what I’ll find.

  I don’t get time to look around the minute the door opens a scream lights up the room.

  I jump and then when my eyes focus on Torrent, who is in a bathtub full of bubbles, her arms clutched to her chest, her hair wet and her toes peeking out over the side of the tub—I relax.

  “Now that’s a view worth breaking in for.”

  “Logan! What are you doing here?”

  “I came to see you,” I explain, although it should be pretty evident. I walk farther into the room and Torrent dives deeper under the water—and the disappearing bubbles.

  “Get out!” she squeals.

  “Is that anyway to greet your date, Angel?”

  “My date?”

  “You told me today you would give me two weeks.”

  “Well yeah, but I mean, we just saw each other today, Logan.”

  “Yep. I was going to show up a little earlier, but I decided showing up later was a better move.”

  “And why was that?”

  “So your guards would be drunk—which, by the way, they mostly are.”

  “Oh… I thought… I mean…” she stutters.

  “You thought what, Torrent?”

  “I thought you showed up late so you could catch me…”

  “Wet and naked?”

  “You’re horrible,” she grumbles, blushing.

  “I can’t lie, Angel. I wanted you wet and naked… but I wanted to be the one to get you that way.”

  “You really are insane,” she laughs. “Are you going to step out so I can get out of the tub?”

  “I’m leaning towards… No.”

  “Asshole,” she mutters, but she’s still smiling. “At least grab me a towel over there.”

  I walk to the cabinet she motioned to and there’s bath towels, wash cloths and hand towels.

  It’s not like she was specific.

  “Here ya’ go,” I answer, sounding sweet and innocent—even if I do say so myself. Then I hold up a small blue hand towel.

  “I hardly think that will dry my whole body, now do you?”

  “I think it’d be fun trying. I’ll even donate my services.”

  “I bet you would. Hand me a real towel, please.”

  “I really thought you were more adventurous,” I mutter, teasingly. I replace the towel with a large bath one, reaching it to her. She stares at it for a minute with a frown. “What’s wrong now?” I ask, curious as to what is running through her head.

  “I um… Can you hold it out for me?” she asks, blushing a bright red again. Torrent is such a mixture of shyness and sarcasm that she intrigues me every minute I’m with her. She leaves me wanting to see what happens next.

  I stretch the towel out, holding it in both of my hands. I look at her over the top of it, leering with my face showing nothing but challenge.

  “Like this, Angel?”

  “I’m trusting you not to peek,” she warns.

  “Scouts honor,” I grin.

  “Turn your head.”

  She waits until I do it, and then stands. The sound of water sloshing makes my mind go wild. I know the visions I’m picturing could only pale next to the real thing…

  “You’re looking!” she gasps, pulling the towel around her quickly. She did it before I barely got a glance, but what I did see was fucking amazing.

  “Darlin’, I’m called Devil for a reason. There’s not a straight man alive who could pass up that chance. Hell, some gay ones too.”

  “Whatever. You were never a scout, were you?”

  “In the most technical sense… no,” I laugh.

  “Can I get you to go back out into the hall while I get dressed?”

  “If I say no?”

  “Then I think our date will be over pretty quickly,” she says stubbornly.

  I think she’s bluffing, but I’m not willing to test that out. I lean over and kiss her quickly, and walk away.

  “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Angel. You never know when I might be forced to come back in—to check on you, of course.”

  “You never know when I might be forced to clobber you over the head with that baseball bat by my bed—in shock, of course.”

  And there’s the old Torrent, mimicking me and giving as good as she gets. I laugh as I leave the room, because I could see her doing it, and I’m as fucked up as everyone has always accused me of being—because I like it.

  Torrent

  I smile as he closes the door. I really wasn’t expecting him tonight. I actually wasn’t sure how this would work. I’m surprised he’s here and I keep looking around, certain that some of my dad’s men will find him—or know he’s here.

  I throw on a pair of pajamas. I should probably dress up since Devil is here. This isn’t exactly a normal date, though, and I want to relax tonight. I look at my jeans and T-shirts hanging in the closet and second guess myself, but finally say fuck it and close the door. I towel dry my hair and stare longingly at my blow dryer. My hair will be an untamable mess by morning, but I don’t want to delay being with Logan. I can admit that I’m happy he’s here—even excited. It’s probably not fair and makes me all kinds of horrible—but I’m glad that Wolf is out of town.

  “What are you doing now?” I ask Devil when I finally track him down in the kitchen.

  “I’m hungry,” he says with a grin. “You’re looking good, Torrent,” He takes a bite of a banana. The same could definitely be said about him. Eating a banana shouldn’t be sexy, but somehow on Devil it is.

  “I’m pretty sure there’s something more filling in this kitchen than bananas,” I laugh, sliding into a stool at the breakfast bar. He pulls off a piece of his banana and brings it to my lips. I’m almost hypnotized by the look on his face and without thought find myself opening for him. He slips the sweet bite between my lips and I suck it from his fingers. I don’t think it’s
my imagination that his eyes darken in color. My heart feels like it’s kicked into overdrive in my chest and I forget to breathe.

  “I know,” he says. “There’s peanut butter.”

  I blink, wondering if I misheard him.

  “Peanut butter?”

  “Angel, you haven’t lived until you’ve had a fried banana and peanut butter sandwich.”

  “I… if you tell me you’re really the King of Rock n’ Roll, I’m going to go running now.”

  “No Elvis here, but if you’re a good girl I’ll show you how well I can move my hips later.”

  “I bet you would. You really are a freak, aren’t you, Logan?”

  He winks at me and I find myself laughing. I haven’t felt like laughing in a while, but around Devil I tend to do it all the time.

  “What’s all this? I thought you just put the peanut butter and banana together?” I ask, trying to pay attention to what he’s doing as he gathers ingredients.

  “Sacrilege! The secret to making a sandwich fit for the King is the honey.”

  “Honey? Do I even have that?”

  “Found it in the cabinet. See peanut butter alone is more than filling. It’s enough to make you lick your lips and moan from pleasure, but if you add a little sweet honey so it sticks to the peanut butter making it slide down your throat while the flavor explodes on your tongue. And then there’s the cinnamon.”

  “Cinnamon?” I’m whispering because his words conjure up images that have nothing to do with a sandwich or cooking.

  “Anything thick, sweet and moan-worthy needs a little spice added so you always remember it.”

  “Does it?”

  “Definitely. A little something extra so you always remember it and come back for more.”

  “Why do I get the feeling you’re comparing your sandwich to your dick?”

  “Actually it’s sex. All good cooking should remind you of sex.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Definitely, Angel.”

  “What about fruitcake?”

  I giggle when he screws his face up in distaste.

  “I said good cooking, woman.”

  “Well, hand me some bread and I’ll spread the peanut butter stuff on it. I’m suddenly hungry.”

  “Now we’re talking,” he jokes, while handing me the bread. “You do that and I’ll add the bananas to the other side.”

  I get one done and he takes his slice with the bananas and smashes them together—being really messy.

  “Uh—”

  “Sometimes the best things in life are messy, but when it all comes together it can be perfect,” he says and he leans over to kiss me.

  It’s not a long kiss, it’s short and sweet, but it makes me feel happy. It makes me feel like I matter to him and I’m starting to believe I really do. Why else would a man go through as much as he has and still be in my kitchen tonight making me sandwiches… and mostly making me smile?

  All signs are pointing to the fact that Devil likes me.

  Like I do him…

  “You have peanut butter on you,” I tell him when he pulls away.

  “I do? Where?”

  “Right here,” I tell him, grinning. I take my finger and smear some of the peanut butter I got on it from handling the sandwich and rub it on his nose.

  He doesn’t do anything for a minute and then his eyes light in mischief and he grins really big.

  “You know this means war, right, Angel?” he says and I start to get a little nervous and then he grabs me by the arms and pulls my face to his and rubs his nose against mine, making me laugh so hard I snort.

  Yeah… I really like him.

  Devil

  “I’ve had a really good time tonight, Logan,” Torrent whispers and I hug her closer.

  We’re lying on her bed. Unfortunately, we’re both completely clothed. She has her head on my shoulder and one of her legs draped over mine. I’m holding my other hand out and she’s put hers against it. Her fingers, to my fingers, her thumb to mine and needless to say mine is much larger, definitely darkened from the sun more, and covered in ink. Still, there’s something hypnotic about the way they look together.

  “I did too, Angel. Probably the best night I’ve had in a long damn time.”

  “I’m not only talking about tonight, though to be honest I now have a new favorite food in peanut butter and banana sandwiches.”

  “I told you, it’s all about the honey,” I grin, sliding my fingers between hers and bringing our joined hands to my lips to kiss hers.

  “I liked the cinnamon sugar you topped it with more, I think,” she giggles. “But seriously, this whole day has been great. It was good to ride on the back of your bike again too,” she says quietly.

  I think back to when I left the hotel with her. She tried to talk me out of it, but there was no way I was going to let her go all the way back in town without me. Instead, I put her on the back of my bike and took back streets until we were a block from the spa. Then I walked her around back and helped her inside. I honestly don’t think it’s dawned on her how much she’s trying to keep from upsetting Wolf. She might not think she’s afraid of the man, but clearly there’s something going on.

  “You belong on my bike, Torrent,” I tell her, steering away from my thoughts of Wolf. I will deal with that son of a bitch soon.

  Very soon.

  “Things are complicated, Logan.”

  “We’ll un-complicate them,” I promise her and I will. Torrent doesn’t know it yet, but I’m not about to give her up this time.

  “You make it sound so simple, Logan.”

  Torrent sighs, turning over on her back and disengaging from me. I turn to my side so I can see her.

  “Most things are simple, Angel. It’s people who fuck everything up.”

  “I’ve fucked up a lot where you’re concerned,” she confesses.

  I let my finger trace an imaginary line along the side of her face, staring at her and taking in everything about her. My finger slides to the corner of her mouth, and I can’t resist stroking in the corner where there’s a tiny dimple showing.

  “I’m still here, Angel. I’m not leaving.”

  “Why?” she asks.

  “Because I have faith that we’re meant to be, even if you don’t.”

  “What makes you so sure?” she asks.

  “What’s more meant to be than an angel and a devil?” I ask her and she grins, deepening her dimple and making it impossible not to kiss her.

  I taste her lips, kissing her softly, eating from her mouth with a sweet slowness, meant to show her only one thing—how special she is to me. She kisses me back, almost shyly. Her fingers slide under my shirt, teasing my stomach. It takes control I didn’t know I had not to force my hand, but I don’t. I need to handle Torrent with an easy touch, until she can see what’s going on. I wasn’t around when her father died. I wasn’t here to save her, but it doesn’t take much to see it’s messed with her mind. It takes even less to realize that Wolf is playing on that. I have a lot to overcome when it comes to winning Torrent, but I’m damn well going to do it.

  “I love the way you kiss, Logan.”

  “Feel free to take advantage of my skills anytime,” I invite.

  “I might take you up on that.”

  I try not to moan as her fingernails make an upward motion and graze my nipple.

  “I—” She stops when her doorbell rings and I bite down the stream of curse words that come to mind. “Oh no,” she whispers, her face going completely white. “Logan—”

  I reach up and hold her face, when she’d move away completely. I force her to look directly at me.

  “Breathe, Torrent.”

  “That could be Wolf. Logan, if he catches you here… Oh God…”

  “Torrent, baby, it’s going to be okay. Just breathe,” I tell her again.

  “But—”

  “I’ll hide and you get rid of them, tell them you were sleeping and not feeling well.”

 
“You can’t be here! If he sees you… If anyone sees you, Logan…”

  “I’m not leaving until I’m sure you’re okay for the night.”

  “I don’t think—”

  She practically squeals when instead of the doorbell ringing again there’s a pounding on the front door that you can hear even here in her bedroom.

  Someone is getting anxious.

  I kiss her before she can scream when the man yells so loud you could swear he’s in the room with us and not through a locked door two rooms over.

  “Torrent! Open the door!”

  When we break apart, her eyes are wide. She brings her fingers up to her lips.

  “That’s Red, not Wolf.”

  “Put your robe on. I’ll be close by, so I’m promising you that you will be safe.”

  “I—”

  “Stop arguing and let’s get this done so that fucker will leave.”

  “Okay,” she whispers and then she surprises me by kissing me this time and it’s a quick kiss, but the fact she takes the time to wrap her tongue around mine and growls into my mouth is nothing but encouraging. “Don’t leave,” she says and this time I’m the one that’s surprised. “Promise you won’t leave, Logan.”

  “Wild horses couldn’t drag me out of here right now, Angel,” I swear to her.

  “Then let’s get rid of that fucker,” she says with a grin and for some reason she looks completely at ease right now. I don’t know what brought on the change, but it’s good to see and I definitely want to stick around to see what my girl has on her mind.

  Torrent

  I feel like skipping on the way to the door. I’m dreading dealing with Red and whatever his damage is, but in my head there’s this voice sing-songing.

  “Devil cares for me. He really cares for me.”

  I’ve never really had a man that I’ve liked this much—never had someone in my life that was necessary except for my father. Devil has been different from the beginning. My reactions to him and the way he makes me feel are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The simple truth here is that I care for him. I care… deeply for him, even if I shouldn’t.