Burnt: A Devil's Spawn Novel

by Natasha Thomas

  Glock pipes up, and when he does I want to punch the fucker in the face.

  “Hey Kendall, do you do piercings and shit?”

  “Yep,” she says popping the P. I’ve always thought it’s fucking cute when she does that.

  Nodding at her he keeps going, making me seriously question whether he’s all there upstairs.

  “Umm… I mean, not your standard piercings and shit, more like what your man’s got.”

  Kendall’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open before she bursts out laughing. I have no fucking idea what she finds funny about that. I can’t think of one thing that’s humorous about a guy asking another man’s woman to pierce his cock. Composing herself eventually, she sets him straight, and at the same time makes me fucking proud that she’s mine.

  “Sure honey,” I’m going to fucking kill him. No one gets sweet ‘honey’s’ from my woman but me. Before I can contemplate how I’ll kill the bastard Kendall goes on, at the same time squeezing my bicep. She must have felt my tension rise. “But, you’re going to have to ask Uncle Max to do it, because I really don’t think my man here,” she says motioning to me with her head, “will be all too happy with me handling your junk, even if it is only to pierce it. You can ask him if you want, but I wouldn’t recommend it. He has this caveman thing where he may beat you to death with one of your appendages before you get the chance to have it done.”

  Growling, I add,

  “Damn fucking straight prospect. My woman isn’t piercing another man’s cock, she isn’t even looking at one that isn’t mine.” That gets me a sweet as hell kiss to the jaw, and a pointed look at Glock that says, ‘I told you so’. Rubbing my palm up and down her thigh, I look down at her,

  “You about ready to head out, Babe? Lexi’s probably crashed it inside, and you’ve got to be about done for the day by now.”

  Murmuring into my neck she manages to mumble out,

  “Mmhmm, I’m good. I already said bye to mom, dad, Uncle Pipe, and Uncle Max before sneaking past Janet and Lou. I think Lou and Billy are leaving soon anyway.”

  I kiss the top of her head, and scoop her up, offering a wave goodbye to my brothers as I go,

  “Right, you heard my woman, I’m going to round up Lexi and get going. See you at work Tank, and I’ll catch the rest of you on the other side.”

  After an eight minute drive, we make it back to Kendall’s, where I tuck Lexi into bed, play fetch with Abel, who’s more than a little excited to have Kendall home, and lock the house down for the night. When that’s all done, I head off in search of my woman. On entering her bedroom I’m struck dumb. I’ve seen a lot of women’s bodies over the years, but none of them come close to Kendall’s in the tiny pair of boy short panties, and nearly see through baby pink tank she’s wearing right now. I lean against the doorframe trying to catch my breath. With one foot on the floor and one bent up on the bed, she’s rubbing lotion that smells like vanilla and chocolate, into her gorgeous toned legs. It’s a scent that’s been burned into my brain for years now, a scent I’ll never get tired of smelling.

  When she notices me standing here like a dick, Kendall shoots me a shy smile and straightens,

  “Umm, I, I didn’t know if you were staying in here with me. I mean, I assumed you would but…..”

  Fucking crazy woman, of course I’m staying in here with her. Moving away from the doorframe I make me way towards her.

  “Nowhere else I’d rather be, Baby. Let me catch a quick shower while you get into bed, and I’ll meet you there in a minute, yeah?”

  I can see she’s nervous. Fuck. For some reason so am I, not for the same reasons, but nervous nonetheless. I think my nerves come from the fact that I have no idea how I’m going keep my hands, and my cock to myself if she decides she wants to wait. I’ll wait a lifetime for this woman, and it isn’t that I can’t control myself if I have to, but with her finally in my arms it’s going to fucking hard to turn off the primal instincts I have when it comes to her.

  She’s fiddling with hands, so I take them in mine and give her chaste kiss on the lips. I want to reassure her that I’m not going to do anything she’s not ready for.

  “Nothing’s happening tonight, Baby. You’re tired and sore, and I’m more than happy to just hold you close. We’ve got all the time in the world for all that other stuff, Babe we don’t need to rush it.”

  Blinking up at me, wetting her puffy pink lips she smiles.

  “Okay Dec.” Nodding, she climbs under the covers pulling them up until they’re just reaching the underside of her magnificent tits. With a big yawn, she tells me, “There are spare towels in the cabinet under the sink, and there’s still some of Uncle Max’s body wash, a razor, stuff like that in the second draw from when he stayed here while his bathroom was getting redone.”

  I leave the bathroom door open a crack so I can hear her if she needs anything, and strip off my clothes. I hang my cut on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. When I’m naked, I reach in and adjust the water so it’s hot enough to wash away all the hospital grime. Soaping up and washing my hair quickly, I get out, dry off, and brush my teeth with the spare I found in the same drawer as all Reaper’s shit. I can’t say I like using another guys shit, or that it’s even in my woman’s house at all, but it served a purpose for tonight. I’ll be sure to remember to throw it all out tomorrow, and bring my shit over to replace it.

  I take a calming breath before I walk back into the bedroom, and when I do, I find Kendall lying on her right side, facing away from the door. Getting in, I pull her back into my chest, and I nuzzle the back of her neck, placing a string of kisses along her exposed shoulder. When she hums low in the back of her throat and relaxed into the mattress, I close my eyes, but not before telling her I love her and hearing her say it back.

  The next ten days fly past. Other than a few minor dramas, everything has been perfect between us. The morning after the hog roast, I found Kendall in the kitchen with Lexi making breakfast and listening to Lexi’s excited chatter about starting school soon. Lexi jabbered about her sleep over this weekend with grandpa, clapping her hands when she told Kendall that he’d promised to take her for a ride on his bike around the property he owns.

  We sat together on the back deck after breakfast was ready, while Lexi played with Abel, and Monty kept saying ‘Hi Kenny’, nursing coffees, as I told Kendall about my house being on the market, my new position in the club, and the cut down hours at Chasers. Her eyes lit up at revelation of my new position within the club, and she more than understood about me having to cut back at the garage to make it work. Kendall offered to help out as much as she could, so I didn’t have to take too much time off, she knows how much I love working there. I did assure her it wasn’t an issue, and that the boss wouldn’t get pissed. The fact that I’m selling my house came as a shock, but just as I expected she didn’t fight me on it, or the fact that Lexi and I are planning on movin in with her permanently. Kendall sighed, telling me she would’ve liked to know before I planned it all out, and be included in the decision, but she was glad we’re taking that step together. I asked her if she thought it was moving too fast for her, she only shook her head saying, ‘we never do things like other people do anyway’. When I broached the subject of renovating her place, she got so fucking excited I’m surprised she wasn’t at Home Depot in less time than it took for me to get my boxers on.

  Trig, one of the brothers, who is now running the MC’s construction company came out a couple of days later giving us the break down on what needs to be done to make it happen, along with how long it’ll take. Needless to say, my woman is all over it. Before I get a chance to tell her I’m paying all the costs associated with the build; she wrote Trig a cheque for the deposit to get his crew started, applied for the permits to add an extension, and paid a council member a gratuity; a fucking bribe more like it, to get this shit started.

  The only issue we did have in this time, was over money. The fucking stubborn woman wanted to pay for the
shit to be done to the house out of her cash. Kendall was under the impression that even with me living here now that she was going to be paying her bills; phone, utilities, food, and all the other necessary shit to keep a house running. It isn’t going down like that, so she better get used to it. I’m a man for fucks sake, there’s no way in hell, I’m letting my woman pay for that shit, regardless of her argument that it was her place first, and she wants to contribute to making it our home. Honestly, I tried to be patient while she made her excuses, I really did. My patience just didn’t last long. I ended her bitching by grabbing her, and kissing the shit out of her, stating she could ‘shut the fuck up and let me take care of it. End of discussion. While my girl might be stubborn she isn’t stupid. She knows this means something to me, so she backed down and let me do what I need to.

  The days leading up to today, sees our place filled with women and kids almost 24/7. To say I’m over it is a fucking understatement. All I want at night, is to come home to my girls, have dinner, see to Lexi’s bedtime routine, and take my woman to bed. Instead, I end up being relegated to the lounge room, sucking back beers, and watchin football with the brothers who show with their wives and ol ladies. Most men wouldn’t complain, but I’m on-fucking-edge, so this shit is getting old fast.

  Kendall and I haven’t made love yet, and it’s making me all sorts of twitchy. I’m snapping at people at work, I barely acknowledge my brothers when I’m at the clubhouse, and I’ve jacked off more times this week than I have in the five years I’d been without Kendall. I didn’t realise that once I’d held her in my arms, spent every night sleeping with her, and having the chance to taste her sweet pussy three times a day that it would make the desire for her worse, not better. Fucking idiot. It isn’t for my woman’s lack of trying that it hasn’t gone further, either. Last night, she threatened to smother me in my sleep if I don’t fuck her soon, I believe her too.

  Since turning on the tap that is Kendall’s sexuality, she’s been fucking insatiable. I wake up to her sucking my cock, she jerks me off in the shower, telling me exactly what she wants to do to every chance she gets, and it’s fucking killin me. There’s only so much self-restraint one man can have. And mine, had reached its end. There is nothing I want more than to fuck her within an inch of her life, and I planned on doing exactly that, tonight. After I take her to have that fucking cast taken off; thank fuck, because that thing’s a menace, she’s going to Skin Fusion to do a couple of consults, and draw up some shit for next week’s appointments. I’ll pick up Lexi from nursery and drop her off with Brenna, then I intend to collect my woman, take her home and fuck her unconscious.

  The ONLY reason I’m still in possession of my balls right now, is because I told her this in the shower this morning while I had two fingers deep in her tight, wet cunt, and she was rode my hand until she came. If I held out on her much longer, I have no doubt she’ll carved the bastards off, not that, that’d help her situation much, but there’s no reasoning with a sexually frustrated woman I’ve found.

  I slip on my cut, and grab Lexi’s overnight bag from the end of her bed, making my way into the kitchen. Grabbing my woman around the waist with one arm, splaying my free hand across her lower belly, I kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.

  “You ready to go, Baby?”

  “Mmhmm, in more ways than one.” Did I say she was killing me? Releasing her, I give her a swift slap on the ass and listen to her squeal in shock.

  After pouring myself a cup of coffee, and refilling hers, I turn to her and ask,

  “I hear you, Babe. What I mean is, are you ready to head out and have that boner buster removed?” I named her cast the ‘Boner Buster’, trust me, it’s appropriately named, one night when she was tossing and turning, and managed to almost crush my fucking cock, not once, but three times, effectively killing any chance he had of getting any action that night. Kendall apologised through her laughter, but I can assure you, my cock didn’t think any of that shit was funny.

  Rifling through her purse like a mad woman, and picking up Lexi’s lunch box, she makes her way over to me placing her hands on my hips.

  “Yep, I’m soooo ready to lose this thing, and I can’t wait to get into the shop and start drawing again. I miss it Dec.” I know she misses tattooing. More than that, she misses just being able to put pencil to paper.

  I’ll never be able to fully comprehend how important that shit is to her, but I assume drawing is as integral to her, as riding my bike is to me. I can’t imagine not being able to ride for months, it’d be like I’m missing a limb.

  “I know, Sweetheart. Not long now, and you’ll be back at it until your back’s aching, and you’re bitching at me that you’re sore and shit.”

  Just then, Lexi runs into the kitchen shrieking, attacking my legs by throwing both her arms around them, and squeezing as hard as she can.

  “Daddeeeeeee.” You’d think she hasn’t seen me in a year, but this is what she’s like every morning, and I love it.

  Hoisting her up, I shower her face with kisses, looking her in the eye when I’m done.

  “What are you screaming about Angel Face? You’re going to send me deaf before my time kiddo.”

  She giggles at me while pointing to her head,

  “Look. Kenny did all these bitty braids in my hair for today.” Indeed Kenny did. A row of tiny braids line Lexi’s face, leaving the rest of her curly hair free flowing around her shoulders. I love her curls so fucking much that it’ll be a sad day when she grows up enough that she loses them, I still hold out hope she won’t.

  “See that baby. Looks good. Did you give Kenny a kiss and say thank you yet?” Lexi wriggles in my arms, so I put her back on her feet and she gifts Kendall with the same treatment my legs just got.

  “Thank you princess Kenny. I loves them.”

  Bending and kissing her head, Kendall gives my daughter a bright smile that she only reserves for me and her.

  “You’re welcome, Poppet. Have you got everything for nursery?” At Lexi’s nod she asks, “Have you brushed your teeth, Missy?” Cocking her brow, Kendall knows damn well Lexi hasn’t. The only thing Lexi seems to forget religiously is, brushing her teeth. I feel like a fucking broken record having to remind her to do it twice a day, every day.

  “Not yet Kenny, but I’m going to do it right now.” Skipping out of the kitchen, Lexi head towards the bathroom, I can only hope she doesn’t get distracted and actually remembers to do it this time. Believe it, or not, that will not be a first.

  Shaking her head Kendall snickers,

  “I swear, she only doesn’t do it because it’s part of the routine for someone to ask her if she has or not.” She’s probably right. Lexi likes her routines, and seeing that in the past, I’ve had to leave her with other people when I’m on a run, or due to get home late, I had to put routines into place early on to make sure she settled okay.

  I pocket my keys and wallet, and I walk around the kitchen island caging Kendall in with one arm either side of her. Without waiting, I crush my mouth to hers, and she opens to me instantly. I fucking love the taste of my woman. She tastes like cotton candy with a hint of spice from the cinnamon gum she loves to chew. Her lips are full and lush, the bottom one just slightly fuller than the top. Not to mention, Kendall’s tongue is a work of art, perfect in every way. Strong, agile and silky as fuck. I love kissing her, I can’t get enough of it, and that’s funny, because up until her I didn’t think much of it. She’s changed all that, and more.

  Pulling away after a couple of minutes, I see the blush that’s spread up her neck. The tinge of pink in her cheeks, and the glazed look in her eyes. I couldn’t be more fucking proud it was me that put it there. She’s still looking at me like she wants to eat me whole, so I slap her ass again pocketing my phone at the same time.

  “Stop looking at me like that, sweetheart, you’ll get yours later when you can’t fucking maim me for life with the boner buster.” She bursts out laughing, shoulders shaking and everything.r />
  Snatching her purse up, she gives Abel a quick rub down just as Lexi makes her way back to us with her backpack, and toothpaste still smeared across her face. I suppose, I should be thankful she made it through the teeth brushing process at all, and not worry that she’s wearing half of it still.

  “Come here, Doll Baby, you’ve got toothpaste on your face.” Kendall swiftly wipes Lexi’s face, and Lexi gifts her with a big smile. “Right. All done princess Lexi.”

  With Lexi dropped off at nursery, Kendall’s cast removed, and her in possession of a long ass list of instructions for stretching and exercising it, I drop Kendall at Skin Fusion with the promise that I’ll be back in four hours, and a long wet fucking kiss to say goodbye. I

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Kendall

  Living with someone, even someone you know like the back of your hand, is immensely different to just spending a lot of time with them. I love having Dec and Lexi live with me, and I was ecstatic when he told me they were moving in permanently, that being said; it was an adjustment, for me at least.

  Where I was used to taking care of myself, and picking up after just me, occasionally Lexi too, cooking for one, laundry for one, and not having to climb over a pile of jeans and leather just to make it to the bathroom in the morning, this had radically changed of late. Dec clearly doesn’t notice my need for a little time to make this adjustment, that or he just doesn’t care. When I say he doesn’t care, I don’t mean about me, or my feelings; I just mean, that I’m sure he figured it would all just work, with little to no effort.