Between Us (The Renegade Saints #3) (20 page)

“I’d like some breakfast, too,” I tell him.

“Mm,” he murmurs. “You be a good girl and get on your knees and you can have whatever you want.”

Right now, I want his cock in my mouth. Springing up, I hop off the bed and race for the bathroom.

“Meet me in the shower in five,” I call over my shoulder. “You can use the hallway powder room if you need to go.”

I make quick work of using the toilet and brushing my teeth before hopping into the shower. Leaning back, I let the hot water massage my scalp. I hear Cole enter the bathroom and note that he’s brushing his teeth. The sound of the shower door opening makes me smile. Cracking one eye open, I look over and watch as he steps into the shower with me.

“I’ll be doing all your soaping today,” he announces.

I giggle as he positions me where he wants and detaches the showerhead to wet the lower portion of my hair. Reaching out, I grab my shampoo bottle and pass it back to him. I moan when he starts massaging it into my scalp, his fingers bringing me pure bliss.

“If you ever decide guitar playing no longer appeals, you’d be an amazing shampooer,” I sigh.

He chuckles as he continues massaging. “I’ll be your personal shampoo tech any time,” he promises.

“Mm,” I moan. “I’ll take it. This is almost as good as orgasms.”

He makes a tsk-tsk sound. “Nothing is as good as orgasms with you,” he announces.

I grin like an idiot. “Right back at you,” I tell him.

“We’re definitely on the same page there,” he answers.

I giggle as he tugs my hair gently and positions my head back in order to wash out the shampoo. He does it carefully, making sure not to spray me in the face, which makes me smile. When he’s finished, he wrings my hair out and then massages conditioner through my ends and then does a quick pass over my scalp.

Turning his way, I raise my eyebrows.

“How do you know to ring it out and not put too much up near my scalp,” I question.

Hanging the showerhead back into place, he tilts back and wets his hair as he laughs.

“Don’t judge, but the guys and I have a really great hair stylist. She’s taught us everything we know about taking care of our hair.”

I laugh as I pump body wash into my hand and then start lathering his chest. “Well, clearly you learned,” I tease.

“The other stuff I just knew,” he tells me.

Wrinkling my nose, I look up at him. “What other stuff?”

“This,” he answers as he pulls my head toward him and kisses me.

My soapy hands glide up his torso as our tongues meet. The minty-fresh taste of him is perfect, and I lean in closer—if that’s even possible—and rub my chest against his. His answering moan makes my core clench. Sliding my hands up over his shoulders, I hold on as he backs me up against the wall. We kiss like it’s the very first time we’ve ever done so, a slightly desperate air to it. When he pulls back, I let out a frustrated sound.

“I’d be slacking on the job if I didn’t wash you properly,” he says breathlessly.

I watch as he fills his hand with body soap and begins washing me. Starting at my neck, he carefully works his way down. My breath leaves me in a rush when he gets to my core and washes every inch of me reverently. He doesn’t stop until he’s lathered me down to my toes. Satisfied with his work, he stands and pulls the showerhead back down and washes the suds away.

The pulsing sensation against my clit is almost too much, and I moan as I writhe against the wall. He doesn’t finish me, even though I want him to. Instead, he tells me to turn around. I follow direction slowly, hoping he’ll change his mind. He doesn’t.

Leaning against the wall, I find myself turning into boneless mush as he starts lathering my back. He kneads my neck and all along my back, then works each of my arms. By the time he’s finished, I’m practically a noodle.

At least, I am until he spreads my cheeks apart and starts soaping my ass. I shiver and stick it out further as he circles my ass with his finger. I grouse when he stops, then let out a groan when he circles it again, this time with more soap on his finger. He steps in close, his front against my back, and pushes my hair to one side. Leaning in, he bites down on the back of my neck as his finger begins to enter my ass.

I’ve done a lot of things, but anal play isn’t on the list. I know from last night I like to have it licked, but this is new. I shiver when I feel his hot breath against my ear.

“Relax and let me in,” he murmurs. “It’s going to feel so good.”

I do as he says, forcing myself to relax as his finger passes through the first ring. I clench without meaning to, which earns me another neck bite.

“Play with your clit,” he instructs.

I nod as I slide my finger down to my clit, not surprised to find myself slippery and wet. The showerhead got me primed, and his anal play is only making me wetter.

“Is it wet,” he asks against my ear.

I shiver as I nod. “Yes,” I whimper. “So wet.”

“Put two fingers in your tight little cunt and fuck yourself,” he says.

I slide my fingers lower, sticking out my ass more against him as I push them inside of me. As I do, his finger sinks all the way into my ass.

“Oh wow,” I moan. “Oh, oh…”

I move my fingers in and out at the same speed he works the finger in my ass, and I can’t contain the moans coming out of my mouth.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” I answer. “So good.”

“You’ll like this even better,” he announces.

I cry out when he pulls his finger out, then lose my breath entirely when I feel two fingers pushing their way back inside.

“Too much,” I pant. “Too tight.”

“Not as tight as it’s going to be when I fuck this ass,” he growls. “Trust me, you’re about to come so fucking hard you’ll beg for my dick up there.”

Both of his fingers sink deep, and he begins thrusting them in and out slowly, wiggling them inside of me every few seconds. I shriek when I feel his fingers pressing against the two I have inside of my pussy.

“Right there,” he moans. “Rub right there.”

The sensation is damn near indescribable and as we rub together at the same spot, I start seeing stars behind my eyelids.

“I’m… going…” I pant.

“That’s right baby,” he whispers against my ear. “Come.”

My body shudders as I do just that, clenching against both of our fingers as I come. I let out a delighted gasp when I feel the hot jet of his come hitting my ass cheek.

“Devon,” he moans. “God, Devon!”

When I’ve wrung every possible second of my orgasm out, he removes his fingers and wraps his arms around me. We stay this way for a few minutes, and then he quickly washes me and rinses my conditioner out before washing himself. Once out of the shower, he dries me off first before wrapping me in a towel, handing me one for my hair and telling me to wait for him in my bedroom. I fall onto the bed in a stupor, orgasm dumb if you will, and stare at my ceiling fan until I hear him enter the room. A big smile spreads across my face when he falls down onto the bed next to me.

“This time, I heard Marvin Gaye,” he says.

Looking over, I wrinkle my brow. “What’s that mean? You told me the first night we were together you heard angels. Do you normally hear things?”

He lets out a gruff laugh. “Never heard shit until you,” he answers. “Now, I hear things when I come. Angels, Cheap Trick and now, Marvin Gaye. It’s pretty spectacular.”

“And also weird,” I counter.

“Nah. I think it’s cool as shit. You make me hear music,” he says. “Not a fucking thing wrong with that.”

“Do you hear music a lot?” I ask.

“I do,” he replies. “Nature of the beast, I guess. I have tunes and melodies in my head almost constantly. I hum, I tap on things and I hear lyrics… par for the course.”

I nod my understanding. “I get it. I put things into scene order in my head a lot, or I think about how a certain camera angle would really capture a moment.”

“Artists,” he laughs.

I half chuckle, half yawn as I stretch and sit up.

“I need to do my hair. You can just lay around and be lazy,” I tease.

Turning onto his side, he watches me as I cross the room. He doesn’t look away when I sit down in front of my vanity. I know this because I can feel his eyes on me. Pulling off my hair towel, I spray heat protectant on before brushing it. The sound of him humming behind me is somehow comforting and I smile as apply moisturizer to my face and then run through my makeup routine.

I keep an eye on Cole in the mirror as I turn my hair dryer on. He seems content to watch my beauty routine, which pleases me. It helps foster my belief that we aren’t just sexually involved—we’re becoming a couple.

“You look beautiful,” Cole says as I stand up from my vanity.

I smile at him as I make my way toward my dresser. “Thank you,” I murmur.

Once I choose a bra and underwear set, I take my towel off and walk it into the bathroom to hang it. His low moan is very, very appreciated. Head held high, I walk back into the room completely naked, facing him head on. He watches intently as I pull my thong on, and I hear him humming again to himself as I put my bra on. With my undergarments sorted, I head for my closet to pick an outfit. Opening the doors, I stand with my hands on my hips as I consider my options. I need to choose an outfit for today, as well as one for tomorrow since I’ll be spending the night at Cole’s.

“Bring a few outfits,” he instructs from behind me.

Spinning on my heel, I find him standing just behind me.

“A few?” I question.

“You can’t just spend one night,” he comments.

“I can’t?”

“No,” he says huskily as he looks at me. His sexy expression makes my heart skip a few beats.

“We can come back here in a few days and spend a couple of nights here. We’ll split it up evenly,” he decrees.

I cock my head to the side as I consider him. “What about Ian?” I ask.

He waves his hand dismissively. “We’ll work him in soon,” he assures me.

I turn back to the closet so he doesn’t see my grin. I’m so right about him not wanting Ian involved with this, I just know it. I also know calling attention to it might spook him so, for now, I’ll be staying silent.

“What should I wear to your grandparents?” I ask over my shoulder.

“Something that gives me easy access to your pussy,” he answers.

“Not at your grandparents,” I squeak. “But maybe after…”

“Then you should wear a dress. After we leave the house, you can take your underwear off. That’s perfect access,” he declares.

“I think I’ve created a monster,” I chuckle.

I let out a shriek as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up against him. “A pussy monster,” he growls against my ear. “Me want pussy, nom nom nom.”

I start laughing so hard there are tears in my eyes. I wiggle against him until he lets me go and then I turn and smack him on the arm as I continue laughing.

“You pig,” I joke.

He’s laughing too, and we’re both out of breath by the time we each get a hold of ourselves. I shoo him away from the closet and tell him to get dressed while I finish packing.

The smile on my face as I turn back to the closet feels permanent.

I
’ve already met Sylvia and Mason Rand—otherwise known as Gram and Pop—so I’m happy to spend time with them. Sylvia is a hoot and Mason is a true gentleman. It’s ridiculously cute how lovey-dovey they are with each other, even after being married for so many years. The way Sylvia dotes on Flynn and Cole is adorable.

“It’s funny how every month I get these giant mystery deliveries of the ingredients to make your brownies,” she teases as she hugs him tight.

Turning to me, she smiles and gives me a hug and a kiss.

“I get a lot of deliveries from Thing 1 and Thing 2,” she laughs. “My boys think they’re crafty, but it’s pretty obvious when I’ve got packs of chicken for Thing 1 and bars of chocolate for Thing 2.”

Dropping an arm around her shoulder, Cole kisses her cheek. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gram. Sounds like the universe just really wants you to work on cranking out cutlets and brownies.”

She rolls her eyes but leans into him with a soft smile. “You make an old woman feel useful,” she jokes.