Burnt: A Devil's Spawn Novel

by Natasha Thomas

  “It’s fucking sweet seeing you back here girl.”

  Uncle Max yells from somewhere in the back,

  “Truth brother.”

  Belly laughing Uncle Pipe sees me flinch as he unceremoniously dumps me back on the stool I was sitting on.

  “What’s wrong sweet pea? Are you hurting? Do you need me to call your old man?”

  Shaking my head rapidly I rush to reassure him, because I don’t want him to call Dec and ruin my surprise,

  “No. I’m all good Uncle Pipe. I just got Uncle Max to do some work for me, and we just finished up about an hour ago, so it’s still fresh. No biggie.”

  Looking at me suspiciously he enquires,

  “What did you go and get done now, Sweet pea?”

  Flicking his nose, he hates when I do that, I snicker at him,

  “It’s a secret, sorry Uncle Pipe, but Dec’s got to see it first. He can decide if you and everyone else can see it or not.”

  That makes him narrow his eyes, and playfully tug on my hair.

  “Fuck me. At least tell me you didn’t make poor Reaper do it somewhere he hasn’t got any business seeing? The poor fucker is going have an aneurism one of these days with all the shit you and Lou put him through.”

  Slapping his upper arm with the back of my hand I cry out,

  “Oh hell no. Seriously Uncle Pipe?” I must look outraged, because he bursts out laughing before I can continue. Slapping him again I add, “Do you really think for one, I’m that cruel, and for two, he would ever say yes to something like that? Shit. Uncle Pipe he’d have a heart attack and his eyeballs would fall out if I’d made him do that.”

  Kissing the top of my head he gives up.

  “Alright then girl. As long as you didn’t scare the poor fucker for life, it’s all good.”

  Leaning against his side, that’s currently propped against the edge of my bench I ask,

  “So what can I do for you anyway? You didn’t come in to just give me shit did you?”

  Wiggling my brows at him he tugs my hair again.

  “Nah. I just wanted to tell you I’ll drop Lexi at nursery tomorrow. Save you coming out just to do the school run. I was passing by anyway, and seemed like as good a reason as any to drop in, and tell you in person.”

  Nodding I agree because I’m happy to see him too.

  “I always like seeing you, so whatever the reason it’s all good with me. Thanks for that. I think it’s only a half day for her tomorrow anyway. Teachers strike, or something like that. I hear it’s affecting the whole school district, so there might be a pretty History teacher at loose ends tomorrow afternoon.”

  I can’t help making fun of his little, or should I say big obsessive, infatuation over the gorgeous, thirty-four-year-old Blackwater high school history teacher, Selena Mitchell. Flicking my ear again he growls,

  “Shut it, sweet pea, I don’t need you playing matchmaker. You worry about your own shit, and I’ll handle mine.”

  Huffing at him I retort,

  “Well that would work out just fine if you were actually handling it, but you aren’t. Selena’s not going to be single forever, and you, my snarky Uncle are going to find yourself shit out of luck if you don’t pull the lead out.” Growling again he grunts a, ‘We’ll see’.

  Hearing the chime on the door, I turn slightly and catch sight of my man walking in. Dec’s wearing a black long sleeved Henley under his cut, a pair of well-worn dark denim jeans that are moulded perfectly to his powerfully thighs and tight ass. He told me once he prefers darker coloured jeans because they hide the grease stains. On his feet, he’s sporting his trademark black lace up biker boots, and I know for a fact, because I watched him put it on this morning, a sweet black belt with custom Devil’s Spawn MC belt buckle. All in all my man is fuckingg delicious.

  Approaching his dad and me, he grabs me up in a hug shoving his face in my neck, making me shiver with desire.

  “I fucking missed you baby. You ready to go home? Please tell me you’re ready to go home.”

  Turning, I plant a wet closed mouth kiss on his lips and enquire,

  “You okay honey? What’s the rush?”

  Kissing my neck, my jaw, and then settling on my temple he says,

  “My cock is so fucking hard, and I’ve been thinkin about gettin you home and naked in that big ass bed of yours all day. If we don’t go now, I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next. If all that shit equals me being okay, then yeah, I’m fine.”

  Giggling at his situation, I straighten and begin putting away my pencils and other drawing supplies.

  “Give me five minutes to straighten this up, and I’m all yours for the rest of the day and night. Your dad is taking Lexi to nursery tomorrow, so we can even stay in bed most of the morning too.”

  Looking over his shoulder, Dec catches sight of Uncle Max.

  “Reaper, I’m takin my girl now. You or V good to pack up her shit?” Impatient pushy bastard.

  Giving his chest a little shove with my palms, I say,

  “It’ll only take a minute Dec. Slow your roll.”

  Dec looks deadly serious when he rasps out, only low enough for me to hear,

  “Baby, you don’t get on the back of my bike in the next thirty seconds, and I’m going to have no choice but, to bend you over your chair here and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, no matter who’s watching. I’m on a hair trigger here, Babe. Cut me some slack, yeah?”

  With that I jump up, forgetting about the burn in my leg for now, and grab my purse.

  “I’m heading out now Uncle Max. See you tomorrow afternoon V, and Toby behave, not every woman that walks in here wants to bang you.” Cocky bastard thinks every woman that walks into Skin Fusion wants a piece of him, ninety-five percent of the time he’s right too. Frustrating men!

  “Sure thing, Tiny, leave your shit, and I’ll take care of it later,” from Uncle Max.

  “Bye honey, see you tomorrow,” comes from Veronica.

  And from the manwhore himself,

  “Being bad is so much better than being good though Kenny.” I’m soooo, sure.

  A fifteen minute bike ride, that’s done all sorts of naughty things to my lady parts, a clearly impatient Dec; if him dropping my helmet four times, kicking the door shut causing the windows beside it to rattle, is anything to go by, and a hurried trip to my bedroom, where I’m picked up and tossed, literally, tossed on the bed later; it’s the moment I’ve been anticipating, and dreading in equal measure.

  Anticipating because, let’s face it, it’s Dec we’re talking about here. Not only is he the sexiest thing on two legs, but he’s my best friend, the man I’ve been madly in love with for years, and the man I’ve always intended to give my virginity to. Dreading probably isn’t the right way to describe it either, more like, highly anxious, or possibly close to shitting bricks.

  I’ve spoken to Lou, and Priss about this moment many times over the years. Both of them assured me that while it hurts at first, that’s fleeting, and if I’m with the right man, the right man being Dec in my eyes, he’ll make it so good for me the pain will be forgotten immediately. The pain isn’t what worries me though. In fact I’m pretty sure, and you may want to cover your eyes and close your ears for this bit; I accidentally broke my hymen about three years ago, in a freak, I-got-too-excited-my-vibrator-slipped-too-far-in incident. Yes. There are seriously people that shit happens to. Namely me. There was a fair bit of blood, and burning pain in my lady garden for a couple of days afterward, so I’m relatively confident I did the job for Dec in advance.

  What worries me; is I won’t be any good at it. I mean, Dec has had heaps of experience, and I’ve had, let’s see, zip, nil, nada, zilch, a grand total of none. I know Dec was faithful to the whorebag, so that means his experience isn’t all that current. Unless he was with women while I was gone, and I refuse to consider that because it would break my heart. Still, the sum total of his experience far outweighs mine.

  Sensing and probably
seeing, because I’m sure it’s written all over my face, my trepidation, Dec stalks to the bed positioning himself fully clothed above me, looking directly into my eyes.

  “You want to tell me what’s on your mind, Baby, or you do you want me to guess?” I don’t know how to voice how I’m feeling without thoroughly humiliating myself, so I stay silent. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Sweetheart. I haven’t been with a woman since the last time I was with the DB.” He looks a little disgusted with himself, so I reach my hand out and stroke his cheek. He looks down at me again, and goes on. “I’m going to be gentle with you, and make this as fucking perfect for you as I can, Baby. It’s going to hurt for a minute, but I’ll go slow Sweetheart, I promise.”

  I knew Dec would worry about that, he wouldn’t be the man I knew if he didn’t. Wanting to alleviate his concerns, I put my big girl panties on, and admit,

  “Promise not to laugh.” Jesus. There’s no way to say this without sounding like an idiot, so I may as well just come out with it. I wait for his agreement in the form of a curt nod before I do, “I’m not worried about the pain Dec, and you shouldn’t be either. I don’t think that’s going to be an issue for us.”

  His brow furrows, and he looks confused when he states in all seriousness,

  “Sweetheart, you’ve been all over my cock, so you know it isn’t small. This shit hurts for all women apparently, I haven’t ever been with a virgin, but I can assume it isn’t going to be any different for you, Sweetheart.”

  I almost giggle, but I manage to hold it in. It really isn’t funny. If anything, it is mortifying, and a little sad. If I wasn’t so embarrassed, the look on Dec’s face when he thinks I’m referring to the size of his package, and its ability to inflict pain would be priceless.

  “Ummm… That’s not what I mean Dec. The size of your manhood is not in question here. I may, or may not have had a plastic pleasure partner incident a few years ago, which may, or may not have done the worst part of your job for you.” Bursting out laughing, he rolls to the side pulling me with him. I bury my head in his chest. The bastard promised not to laugh. Who am I kidding? Anyone would laugh at that because in hindsight it, IS pretty funny.

  Regardless, I’m so embarrassed I think even the tips of my ears have blushed scarlet. I can feel his body shaking with his laughs, and when he finally pulls himself together he shakes his head in amusement.

  “Sorry Baby, I know I promised not to laugh, but damn. I probably shouldn’t say thank you for having an accident like that, but thank fuck you did.” Gasping at his blatant disregard for my humiliation I slap his chest, he simply grabs my hand and puts it in his pocket.

  He directs my hand to the deepest corner, accidentally brushing my fingers against his rock hard cock that’s straining desperately for release. That touch causes him to let out an almost pained hiss, good, it serves him right. My fingers naturally curl around something small, warmed by his body heat, and sharp. Making sure I have whatever it is securely in my hand, Dec jerks my hand out of his pocket. Oh God, I hope it’s not some weird sex toy, because I just don’t think I’m ready for that yet.

  Cupping my face reverently with one hand, Dec ensnares my eyes with his, I can feel the soft breaths from his mouth wash over my face, and I can see the love reflected in his eyes. Keeping my palm curled shut with his fist, Dec finally speaks after several long minutes of silence.

  “You know how much I love you Kendall. You’re my best friend, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. You’re smart, sassy, funny as fuck, and you love our girl in a way that’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. I don’t have pretty words, Baby, that’s not who I am but, I can tell you; there isn’t a woman alive, or dead that could compare with you. You were made for me, Baby and I was made for you. I want this forever, you and me, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe, protected, and happy every day for the rest of my life if you’ll let me.” Kissing me lightly Dec makes every dream I’ve ever had come true “What I’m saying is Baby. No. That’s wrong. What I’m asking Kendall is, would you do me the honour of making me the happiest son of a bitch alive by being my wife?” Removing his hand and uncurling my fist, I finally see what he was hiding in his pocket, and the tears that have been in my eyes since half way through his speech spill free.

  In my palm is a stunning, diamond solitaire engagement ring. It has to be at least three carats, in a simple yet elegant princess cut setting, the huge rock sits high above the thin platinum band that’s littered with smaller, but no less perfect diamonds. The ring reminds me of the man himself; simple, but with a degree of complexity in the way that something so unassumingly perfect can possibly exist.

  Using his thumbs to wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks, I can’t help but refocus on the beautiful, rough around the edges, dirty talking man by my side that loves me. Chewing on the corner of his lip and looking altogether too pale Dec clears his throat,

  “Sweetheart, you’re going have to give me something to go on here. I’m freakin the fuck out. Are those happy tears?”

  That’s when I realise poor Dec is still waiting for my answer, that explains why he looks so close to being sick. I’ve been so mesmerised by the gorgeous ring that I hadn’t thought to give him an answer. Jumping to my knees on the bed beside him I scream,

  “Yes. Yes, oh my God yes I’ll marry you Dec.” I don’t manage to get anything else out before he yanks me to him and crushes his lips to mine.

  I wrap my legs around his hips, and swirl my tongue around his. We moan in tandem, Dec’s groan is so deep that I can feel the vibrations against my breasts. Pulling back slightly so that his breath mingles with mine, and his face is out of focus, because I’m that turned on, he adds,

  “Thank you Kendall. You don’t know what you just gave me, Baby, but I’ll make damn sure there isn’t a day you regret giving it to me.”

  Kissing his nose, his cheeks, and then suctioning my mouth over his ear lobe, giving it a tug with my teeth for good measure I whisper,

  “No more than you just gave me and not nearly as magical. But Dec, I promise I will spend the rest of my life making sure you have a little bit of magic every day.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Declan

  “I will spend the rest of my life making sure you have a little bit of magic every day.”

  The feeling of peace and relief that washed over me, hearing Kendall say yes to being my wife was unexplainable. I knew I’d be the happiest motherfucker on the planet if she agreed to marry me, but what I couldn’t have known, couldn’t have anticipated; was the feeling deep in the pit of my gut, the feeling that my heart is so full it might burst, and the fact that now my soul finally feels whole.

  I haven’t felt whole in a long fucking time. When Kendall decides to dedicate herself to someone, she doesn’t do it in half measures, she gives all of herself, and the pieces that I was missing, she finally found and put back together. Sliding the ring I picked out on her finger only further solidifies that feeling for me. Feeling whole isn’t about me putting my claim on her, although that is a fucking great side benefit. I’m whole because; when a woman as kind, compassionate, and loving as Kendall says yes, to spending the rest of her life with you, you can’t help but feel complete. A guy like me is lucky a woman like her will give him the time of day, let alone agree to marry him. A guy like me doesn’t deserve the kind of beauty someone like Kendall can give him, but a guy like me is a selfish bastard, and will take, absorb, and cherish every piece a woman like Kendall wants to give him.

  Kendall doesn’t know this yet, but I have no intention of allowing a long engagement. Honestly, she’s lucky I haven’t dragged her out of bed right now, and down to the local registry office to make it official immediately. The only reason I can’t and won’t do that is; Kendall deserves whatever kind of wedding she wants. That, and the very real possibility exists that Brenna will have my balls for not letting her see her baby get married. Actually, Priest would probably be pissed not get
ting the opportunity to walk his little girl down the aisle too. The risk of losing important appendages is just too high in either scenario, I also happen to be quite attached to my cock, and I’d like it to stay affixed to my body, so I suppose I’ll behave and give my woman the wedding I know she’ll want.

  Big, small, church, garden I don’t give a fuck. Whatever she wants, I’ll make it fucking happen. I don’t give a shit if she wants a big ass poofy dress, me wearing a penguin suit, and fucking flowers as far as the eye can see. As long as she meets me at the end of the aisle in front of any motherfucker that can perform a ceremony that makes it legal and binding, I don’t give a shit.

  I kiss the ring that now sits where it belongs, at the base of her finger, and I trail kisses up her arm, across her shoulder, along her neck, and ending with her sweet cotton candy tasting mouth.

  “Sweetest fucking mouth ever, Baby. Are you going to let me make you mine in front of our families soon, Babe?”

  Biting down on my ear lobe, because by now she knows it turns me the fuck on, Kendall replies,

  “Yeah honey. I’ll let you do that.”

  I want to make sure her idea of soon, and mine are the same.

  “Like, in the next six weeks, soon Kendall. I don’t want to wait. We’ve already waited long enough I think.”