Devil (Savage MC--Tennessee Book 1)

by Jordan Marie

  I’m so wet I can feel my juices dripping and sliding—painting the insides of my thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before and Devil’s not even touched me… at least not sexually. I continue sucking him, squeezing his cock tight with both my mouth and my hand. Devil pulls a little tighter on my hair and I cry out from pleasure.

  “I’m going to come, Angel.”

  “Yes…” I moan around his thick shaft, because that’s what I want. I want his cum shooting out of his cock, sliding down my throat and out of my mouth. I want to know that I made him lose control, took him to the edge and made him explode. Just the thought of it makes me feel like the most powerful woman ever born.

  “Take your top off. I want to see my cum running down your neck and over your breasts. I want you painted in my cum,” he cries, his voice hoarse.

  I’m already clawing at my own shirt, because his words are exactly what I want. It’s almost as if he looked inside of me and could see what I wanted. I have to let go of his cock to finish getting the shirt off of me. I whimper in disappointment as he literally rips the top off of me, throwing it crazily across the bed.

  “Please,” I whimper when he makes it impossible to slide my lips back down on his cock again right away.

  Instead, he aims his cock at the valley between my breasts, painting his juices on my chest so his pre-cum makes me slick and wet.

  “I’m going to titty-fuck you soon, Angel. Your tits are too fucking perfect not to do it,” he warns, or hell, maybe that’s a promise.

  All I know is that I’m done waiting. I grab his cock and move to take control again. I take him back into my mouth and I’ve barely made the complete stroke until I hear his groan, signaling his climax is coming. His body stiffens and I squeeze his cock as I stroke him again with my mouth. His cum releases and slides down my throat. I can’t keep all of it in, can’t swallow it fast enough, but I try.

  I feel Devil’s hand tighten into my hair again as he comes. I hear his groan of pleasure that is almost anguished and then I hear words that make me feel…too many things to decipher.

  “Torrent,” he cries, my name never sounding sweeter. “God, baby… don’t stop. Hold on to me… never stop holding on to me.”

  Maybe he’s talking about right now, but it feels like more and I find myself hoping he really means more…

  Devil

  “Why are you pouting?” Torrent asks and I frown at her. I’m not pouting, but I don’t especially like the fact she didn’t let me reciprocate earlier. I hate the fact that I’m getting ready to leave her too.

  “I’m not pouting. I just don’t want to leave you. Besides, I don’t see why I couldn’t make you feel good too,” I mutter and fuck it, maybe I am pouting.

  “Because you said yourself you need to get out of here and go check on Diesel and let him know you’ll be staying in town. You have things to do. I’ll be fine. Honestly, I know I’m cautious around Wolf, but that’s for your sake, not mine. I’m perfectly safe here. I’m going to clean house and relax a bit. I might get one of the boys to ride me into town to get some groceries.”

  I frown. I don’t understand why she can’t see what is clear to me. The fact that she feels the need to have one of Wolf’s men run her into town is bad enough. The fact that she doesn’t think she’s being extra cautious around Wolf at all times is so much worse. I’m beyond knowing how to make her realize what she’s doing. But the fact she wanted me in her bed, that she gave me her mouth so sweetly this morning… I’m hoping that means that she will break away from him in time. There’s a chance her confidence in Wolf isn’t misplaced, but I have a feeling it is. It doesn’t matter; I’ll deal with the motherfucker on my own… I have to make sure that none of it touches Torrent.

  “Am I your man or not, Torrent?” I ask, gently. I’m pushing, I know it, but I can’t stop myself.

  She blinks up at me. Her face loses a little of its color, indicating that my question jarred her, despite me trying to go easy.

  “Am I your woman?”

  “Absolutely. You’re fucking right you are, Angel.”

  She studies me for a minute and closes her eyes.

  “Then yes, you are—”

  “Then we walk out of here together. You get on the back of my bike and I’ll take you to the store,” I tell her. I want to tell her I’ll take her back home with me, but I’m not sure she’s ready to hear that right now.

  “I want that, Logan, I do, but—”

  “Then we do it. It’s not going to get any easier, Torrent. It’s best we come out now and face it head on. This hiding shit is not who I am.”

  She looks more than a little panicked, but she doesn’t back away from me. She brings her hand up and gently curves it around my neck while another hand rests against my heart, feeling it beat. She goes up on her tip toes and I tilt my head down so I’m closer to her.

  “We only have to hide until Wolf comes back. I’ll tell him, Logan. I promise. But I owe it to him that he hears this from me, not one of his men,” she says.

  I bite down my argument. It wouldn’t do any good, and I made a decision early on to handle Torrent carefully. That hasn’t been the wrong call. I’ll let her have this. That son of a bitch will be back soon, and when he is, all bets are off. I’ll let her tell him, but she’ll tell him with me there. Torrent might have faith in him, but I sure as fuck do not.

  “I’ll be back at dark,” I grumble.

  “You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”

  “I don’t think you understand how much I really dislike the fact that you’re not leaving this place with me, Torrent.”

  “I’m picking up on that, Logan,” she says, laughing. She steps into my arms and pulls me to her, linking her arms around my back. “It’s going to be okay, you know. You’ll see. I have to make Wolf understand how much I lov—care about you. He only wants what’s best for me.”

  “That’s me, Torrent. Don’t you start doubting that and second guessing your decision,” I tell her and maybe that’s my biggest fear. I don’t have the best track record with women. I’ve steered away from relationships with everything in me. Torrent is the first woman that’s made me want a relationship and I’m claiming her. There won’t be another woman after her. She’s all I want.

  I need to make her mine.

  “I won’t. I promise, Logan,” she says, pulling away enough so she can look at me. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible, Angel. Give me your mouth. If you’re going to send your man away without the taste of you on his tongue, the least you can do is kiss me.”

  “You’re horrible,” she whispers, leaning up to kiss me.

  I take her mouth slow, memorizing everything about it like it will be my last time ever touching her. I don’t know why I feel so desperate when it comes to Torrent, but right now that’s the overriding emotion.

  “Tonight,” I promise her and she nods her head in agreement.

  I turn away to the window I used the night before, when something sticks in my head so I ask.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “What?” she asks, coloring but I can see she’s trying not to laugh.

  “Are you on the pill?” I ask again.

  “And if I wasn’t?”

  “Then I’m going to need to bring some rubbers with me tonight, but for the first time in my life I really don’t want to use them. So tell me, Angel. Are you on the pill?”

  “You don’t want to use a rubber?” she asks, clearly shocked.

  “Fuck no. I plan on yours being the last pussy I sink inside of and the last thing I want around my cock separating us is latex.”

  “I… I don’t think I know what to say to that. You plan on me being… You…”

  “Torrent, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ve always been in this thing with you for the long haul. If you think after getting a taste of you that I’m going to let you go now, you need to think again.”


  “I’m in it for the long haul too, Logan.”

  “Good to know. So, can you answer me please? Do you take the pill?”

  “Well no, but I mean, I have birth control. I could never remember the pill, so I took umm… other measures,” she shrugs.

  “Good enough, unless it’s dangerous. We might want kids one day and you don’t want to do anything that might hurt those chances. We can talk about it later.”

  “I… uh… Okay,” she says, clearly confused.

  “My number is programmed into your phone. You call me if you need me. I’ll be here so quick you will think I never left,” I promise her.

  “When did you program your number into my phone?”

  “While you were sleeping,” I grin. “So don’t hesitate to call.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Good girl,” I tell her and then hike my damn body up and through the window. I thought about using the back door but I think they have every entrance monitored—the assholes aren’t smart enough to worry about a random window on the side of the house. “Hey, Torrent?”

  “Yeah?” she asks, looking through the window.

  “My number’s stored under Torrent’s Sex Slave.” I grin with a wink, and then I sprint toward the tree line before Wolf’s men can see me. I hear Torrent laughing in the background and it makes me smile. I love that I make her happy. It’s something I want to do the rest of my life.

  Devil

  “You have the look of a man that’s been knee-deep in pussy all night,” Diesel says when I shut off my bike. We’re in the parking lot of the hotel and it’s clear Diesel is anxious to leave. I feel bad that he didn’t yesterday. I know that he hates being away from Ryan for this long.

  “Wish I could say the same about you,” I tell him, and wish I could. Since Violet fucked him over, Diesel has had it with women. He keeps saying he’s going to get laid, but he never does. I don’t want to say he runs from pussy, but he sure as hell turns his back on it.

  “Where’s Torrent at now, then?” he asks and that tension I’ve been feeling since I left her creeps back in.

  “It’s complicated,” I tell him, rubbing the back of my neck.

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “It means she wants to have a heart-to-heart talk with Wolf before we go public.”

  “Jesus. Are you sure you’re Devil and didn’t switch places with Skull or someone? Seems like you’re letting your woman call too many fucking shots,” Diesel growls.

  “Yeah, I know. She’s…fuck, man, she’s been through a lot. I haven’t got the story out of her yet, but I’ve seen her nightmares and they’re nothing to laugh at.”

  “Just don’t get caught with your dick in your hands on this, Devil. I get the feeling Wolf has secrets,” Diesel warns and I get the same vibe, so it doesn’t make me real happy to have it confirmed.

  “I take it you’re not going back today,” Diesel says.

  “I can’t, man. I’m going to do my best to convince Torrent to head out our way—with me.”

  “What if she doesn’t? Women can be funny. This is where she’s lived her whole life. What are you going to do if she doesn’t, Ese?”

  I think that question over. I honestly don’t know the answer. I’m happy in the Savage crew. I don’t want to live here. I love Torrent and I don’t want to give her up. I love my club too. It’s a choice I’m hoping I never have to make.

  “I’ll cross that bridge when and if I have to,” I tell him. I think when Torrent finds out how fucked up Wolf is, she will leave. I have this feeling that he’s going to show his true colors sooner rather than later.

  “Fair enough. Fury should be here soon. I called him when your girl showed up yesterday. I’ll head out when he gets here.”

  “I don’t need a damn babysitter, Diesel. I can watch my own back. You take Fury home with you.”

  “You need someone to—”

  “Listen, man. Of the two of us, you have more enemies after you than I do. You can’t deny that,” I tell Diesel. I’m also being serious. I know he hates it, but Diesel needs someone watching over him and his son 24/7.

  “That’s why I’ve come to a decision,” he says and I get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know what’s coming. It’s written all over his face. I want to tell him to fucking forget it, I want to yell at him, but I know it won’t do any good.

  “You’re leaving the club,” I respond, knowing the truth, hating it, but not running away from it.

  “I need to go away with Ryan. At least for a while, until I figure out why Vicky is trying so damn hard to get my kid.”

  “I don’t know if that’s smart. It hasn’t been that long ago that they took Ryan and left you for dead beside the road. I still remember the call I got when I was with Beast and Hayden. It was pure luck the state police pulled that sorry bitch over and recognized Ryan from the Amber Alert.”

  “Yeah, I know and don’t think I’m not still having nightmares about it. I can’t help but think this is club related. Not to mention the fact that because I’m tied to the club they know exactly where to find me. If I disappear with Ryan, so does any chance Vicky and whoever is helping her has of finding us.”

  “Someone needs to kill that fucking bitch,” I growl, rubbing the back of my neck.

  “That’s a fucking fact and one I keep praying for, but I don’t think God really listens to my prayers.”

  “Well, you’re praying for someone’s death. I don’t know all the rules in the Bible and shit, but pretty sure that’s against them,” I tell him with a smile I don’t really feel.

  “Whatever,” he sighs, looking damn tired.

  “When are you leaving?”

  “Today—”

  “I don’t mean here—I mean the club. When are you disappearing with Ryan?”

  “As soon as I get back. I’ve already told Crusher. He’s not real happy, but he understands.”

  “Fuck. You’ll be gone when I get back.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Will we be able to get in touch with you? How in the fuck are we supposed to know you’re okay?”

  “I don’t want to tell anyone. I trust you guys, but the more that know, the better chance for a leak. Crusher will know; he can find me if I’m needed,” he says and his answer pisses me off. Crusher is a good man, and as Diesel’s VP I understand why he might be the one to know. But fuck, the rest of us men were around when Crusher was a member of the Kentucky Chapter of the Savage Brothers. I don’t tell him that shit. I’ve never had a kid; I couldn’t know how I’d react in Diesel’s shoes.

  I’m not happy though.

  Nothing about any of this shit with Diesel, or the fact that Torrent wouldn’t leave with me today, makes me happy.

  Nothing about it at all.

  Torrent

  “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up,” I grin, running into Devil’s arms. He catches me and pulls me up into his body, kissing me until I can’t catch my breath.

  “Sorry, Angel. It’s been a bad day,” he says and when we break apart I notice the tension on his face.

  “What’s going on?” I ask him, almost afraid to know.

  Devil rubs the back of his neck, a move I’ve noticed happens often when he is frustrated. I take his hand and lead him into the den. I don’t use this room often, mostly because my father always used it as kind of an office. I much prefer the living room because of the open feel and the many windows. But, windows are not good with Devil in the house and too many prying eyes close by. I have blinds drawn, but I don’t want to take a chance. Once we get to the den, I lead him over to the sofa. He sits and I slide in behind him, immediately massaging his shoulders and neck. He hasn’t answered my question yet, but I don’t push him. I want him to tell me when he’s ready.

  “That feels like heaven,” he groans, letting his head drop forward.

  “You’re so tense,” I tell him and it’s completely true. I can feel the way his musc
les are knotted up under my fingers and I work to try and get them to relax.

  “Diesel left today,” he says, but I can’t figure out why that has him so upset. My fingers fumble a little as a thought occurs to me.

  “Did you… I mean do you wish you had gone back too?” I ask, and he looks over his shoulder at me.

  “Why do you ask that, Angel?”

  “Well, you’re clearly upset and…”

  “I’m worried about him, Torrent. He’s going through some stuff. He’s worried about his boy.”

  “He’s the one whose ex was trying to get the boy back, right?”

  “Yeah. There’s something going on there. Diesel thinks an old enemy is behind it.”

  “And not his ex?”

  “Someone is bankrolling that bitch. If not she wouldn’t keep at it.”

  “Oh… What’s he going to do?”

  “He’s leaving the club, Angel.”

  “Leaving?”

  “He’s stepping down as president and taking his child and going dark.”

  “But… I mean, is that safe? Wouldn’t it be better to have his club behind him?”

  “Fuck, baby. I don’t know. That didn’t work out great for your dad, did it?”

  I try to keep my reaction from him, but I can’t stop the pain his question causes. My heart hurts.

  “Christ. I’m an asshole,” Devil growls, turning around.

  “No. It’s fine. You’re right,” I respond, trying to reassure him. I’m feeling self-conscious, and like a big baby.

  “I’m a stupid asshole,” he says again, and he gathers me up in his arms and pulls me into his lap.

  “It’s fine, Logan. I promise.”

  “It was insensitive. I’m worried about my brother, but that’s no reason to hurt you.”