Devil's Angels Boxed Set: Bikers and Alpha Bad Boy Erotic Romance (21 page)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Rex got up and grabbed a soft drink from Ellie’s fridge. He wiped the top off with his shirt tail, popped the ring and drank straight from the can. He sat back down across from his Dad, rolling the can between his hands. “Think she’ll be okay?”

“Your Ellie is pretty tough.” Manny smirked, remembering how she’d stood up to him.

“She’s not
my Ellie
, Dad. We slept together. That doesn’t mean we’re going to be a couple or anything. After what she found out tonight, she might not want anything to do with any of us.” Rex took another long drink, pushing the disturbing thought of not being with Ellie again to the back of his mind. He had other things to worry about right now. “You need to tell me what else happened tonight.”

“I’ve got a traitor. Lucky I know who the traitor is and thought to rig a tiny listening device into his cell phone. It doesn’t have very good range though so I have to be close to listen in. That’s how I ended up seeing Ellie sneaking into her Dad’s club.” He noticed his son’s open mouthed shock. “I learned a few new things in prison.”

“That’s an understatement. So, the plans to break in were all a set up?”

“Yea, but I needed you thinking they were real too, so if Ellie got to you there would be no denying that you believed every word I was saying. It worked too, except for one little detail.” Manny got up and paced the floor.

“What detail?” Rex watched his Dad pace, getting nervous.

“Well, I didn’t think about what Xander might do when I don’t show up for tonight’s explosion.”

***

Rex closed the door behind his Dad and locked it. He wasn’t leaving Ellie alone tonight, even if it pissed her off. She’d been in the bathroom for so long that he was getting worried.

He straightened up the kitchen, just to have something to do. It took a whole two minutes and he found himself once again pacing her living room, wondering what to do. Go break down the bathroom door or wait for her to come out on her own? He’d better wait. Give her some time.

The shelves in her living room were lined with all kinds of things. Books and knick knacks, photos of her when she was younger and her Mom was still alive. He smiled at the photos of her awkward teen years; she was brave to have them on display, most women would have hid them away. She had an entire shelf dedicated to one writer, a popular one whose books he saw displayed at several bookstores. Must be her favorite. 

On one shelf was a plain black frame filled with those little purple flowers that grow like weeds everywhere.

Ellie watched him for several minutes before she spoke. “You picked those for me. Do you remember?”

He should have been startled, but he wasn’t. “You were upset because you were moving to a different house.”

“And you said I was silly because we’d still be going to the same school. That we’d see each other every day.” Ellie leaned against the door frame, eyes soft in the light coming from the only lamp in the room.

“I meant it. Then that summer everything changed. I changed.” Carefully, he put the frame back where he found it, but he didn’t turn around. He just stood there, staring at it.

“You were the only real friend that I had. When you acted like I didn’t exist, I thought I’d done something wrong. You were so angry.” She wanted to go to him but she held back, waiting to see what he would say.

“I hated the world and everyone in it. Even you. Because you were so good, and I wasn’t. I was afraid that I’d make you like me.” It was the most honest thing he said to anyone in a long time.

Quietly, she moved closer. “All I wanted was to be more like you. Not the angry part, but the brave and adventurous part. I thought if I were braver my Dad would want to spend more time with me.”

“I wasn’t brave, I was reckless.” He finally turned around, taking in her clean soap scent and the short satin robe clinging to her still damp skin. “There’s no telling what would have happened to you had you followed me all those times I offered.”

“Had some fun?” She closed the distance between them, looking up into his eyes. “You were just a kid, Rex. A kid who had too many troubles for his age.”

“You’re making excuses for me and I appreciate it, but I hurt you and there’s no excuse for that. I was no kind of friend.” She was too close and the temptation to reach out and touch her was irresistible. He rubbed the ends of her soft hair between his fingers.

“Why’d you push me on the swing?”

It was an odd question and he looked at her, slightly confused. “Because you wanted me to?”

“I did, but you didn’t have to. Sometimes I didn’t even have to ask, you just knew that I needed to swing. Ever think about how you knew?” She watched him playing with her hair, wondering if he realized that he was trying to comfort himself.

He thought about what she was asking. He’d always been around her so he just knew when she was sad or upset. “You were easy to read, I guess.” It was a lame answer but all he could come up with.

She nodded her head, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Am I still easy to read?”

He almost didn’t answer, sensing that she was putting him to a secret test. “Yes and no.”

“That’s a rather convenient answer. Think you can read what I’m feeling right now?” Ellie ran her hands up the front of his shirt, slowly.

The smile that split his face was easy and swift. “Oh, I don’t know. I might need another hint.”

Standing up on her tip toes, Ellie pressed her lips against his sweetly and whispered, “Take a girl for a ride, Rex.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

***

While his daughter was sleeping with his enemy’s son, Xander was taking his frustration out on the Siouxan traitor. Manny hadn’t showed and the entire night had been a waste.

“I thought you said that Manny’s plan was set?” Xander ground the words out, his teeth clenched so tight that the muscles in his jaw were starting to ache.

“They were. It was all he could talk about.” The traitor was sweating, his heart racing. Xander wasn’t someone to fuck over. “Something bad must have happened.”

“Something you knew nothing about, right?” Xander stopped in front of the man, offended by the smell of fear sweat coming from his pores. “Or maybe you’re just playing the old double cross?

“No, I swear, I haven’t said a word.” The traitor raised his hands, moving away a couple of steps. There was a look in Xander’s eyes that he’d seen before and it didn’t bode well for his health.

Xander got very still, staring at the man as if he were considering his fate. “There’s just one problem with a traitor. You can’t ever trust them.” The gun was in his hand and a bullet was in the man’s head before the thought of running even surfaced. There was a sickening thud when his body hit the ground that Xander enjoyed immensely.

A bruiser of a man appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “What do you want to do with the body?”

Xander put the gun back in the specially made holster at his lower back, a gift from one of his contacts. “Put it in one of the barrels and seal it up. Leave it inside with the others.”

The man nodded and headed off to get a barrel from the back of the unit. Xander didn’t stick around to watch.

CHAPTER TWELVE

He was still trying to catch his breath when Ellie turned over and draped her leg over his, wrapping one arm over his stomach. She was breathing just as hard and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his side. “Your eyes get darker when you’re sad or upset and get more of a gold hue when you’re happy.”

Shock had her lifting her head to look at him. “They do?”

He nodded, smiling at the surprise on her face. “Right now, they’re like the wrappers on fancy chocolates.”

There was a moment when she just looked at him, mouth hanging open—then she started to laugh and couldn’t stop. She could feel his stomach moving as he laughed along with her.

When she was finally able to calm down, she had to wipe tears off her face. “Fancy chocolate wrappers, huh?” Just saying it sent her into another small fit of giggles. She pulled herself together, feeling lighter than she had in hours. “Come on, let’s go for a swim.”

“You’ve got a pool?” Rex sat up, the sheet falling well past his waist, distracting her from putting her robe on.

“Yep. It’s not huge but it’s private. You up for some skinny dipping?”

“Absolutely.” His eyes lit up like they used to do when he was a kid. He loved to swim and rarely got the opportunity. He jumped out of bed, fully nude and not a bit self-conscious. She envied him being able to do that.

She opened up the French doors in her bedroom and stepped out onto the patio. She was proud of all the work she’d put into the outside. It was her oasis of peace and quiet, filled with plants, flowers and comfy furniture to lounge on. The pool was lit from the inside and the water was clear blue.

He shot her a silly look before taking off and jumping into the water. She remembered his love of swimming and knew it would be a treat for him. Her chest felt a little tight as she watched him splashing around, for one moment all his cares put away.

Slipping off the robe, Ellie slid into the water, letting the ripples from his play wash over her. He dived deep and came up in front of her, shaking his head like a wet dog and making her squeal. “What are you, twelve?”

Putting his hands on the side, he slid closer, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against her thighs. “Nope, not twelve. A horny sixteen, maybe, but not twelve.”

Her chuckle was husky and a little breathless. “You’re insatiable.”

“It’s your fault.” Teasingly he let his wet body slide up and down hers.

Every time they were together she got bolder. Less inhibited. He made her feel amazingly desired. Weaving her arms around his neck, she lazily licked at his lips, the taste of the pool water no deterrent. She pressed forward and slid her tongue into his mouth, taking her time exploring him.

Maybe it was the soothing lap of the water. Maybe it was the fact they’d already had one frantic coming together barely an hour before. Whatever the cause, this time was different. Slower and more gentle than any of the times before.

The slickness of her skin was a whole new experience. A smooth glide that made for long caresses and drawn out breathy moans. With her head back against the edge, the length of her neck opened up to his lips and he was thrilled to find new places that made her shiver and sigh.

With his hands under her hips, Rex lifted her body until her legs were around his waist and lavished attention on her ample breasts. Suckling and warming her nipples in his mouth, he waited until she was squirming then released the tight bud, immediately splashing the cooler water over the tip. She inhaled sharply and tightened her grip around his waist.

Working his way down her body, he took in the way her tummy twitched when he circled his tongue around her belly button. The way she clenched her teeth and moaned when he dug his thumbs into the crease of her hips and worked her legs from around his waist. How her breath rushed in, then out when he licked at the same crease with his tongue. The slight shadow of his beard made her entire body jerk when he ran the stubble over the insides of her thighs.

He pressed lazy kisses everywhere but not where she was desperate for his mouth. When she tried to lift her hips higher, her upper body sank too low in the water, frustrating her. He wasn’t giving in to her silent demands this time. With her hands gripping the sides of the pool she couldn’t get those wicked fingers on him and make him lose control.

“Tell me what you want, Ellie.” He watched her cheeks blush a pretty pink at his words and the teasing tone of his voice. She gave her body to him freely but she held back when it came to expressing her wants. He wanted everything she had to give and more. A little bit of pushing to break that final barrier would be rewarding for both of them.

She couldn’t do it. She’d tried, in the past, to lose every inhibition with a man but it was the one line she’d never been able to cross. It was so easy to write that kind of dialog for her characters, so easy for the words to flow from their lips but not hers. Typing the words were much easier than saying them.

“
Tell me what you want, Ellie.”

His words were muffled by the press of his lips against her stomach. Surely he could feel the butterflies going insane in there. Why was this so hard? She closed her eyes and tried to see herself the way she wanted to be. Uninhibited and strong, a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. She opened her mouth and the words just flowed out. “Put your mouth on me, Rex. Taste me.”

He had to take a very deep breath. She was constantly surprising him. Turning his head, he looked up at her with a naughty gleam in his eyes. He put his arms under her thighs and lifted her up onto the edge of the pool, spreading her knees wide and settling in between them.

She rested back on her hands; eyes wide open, watching him as he teased her folds open with his lips. He had a real thing for having sex in places they could easily be seen. Judging by her reactions, she was developing a taste for it herself.

Taking his time, he explored every inch of her. He brought her to the edge then pulled back, laughing when she growled at him. He did it again and she attempted to look at him sternly, a look he quickly caused to fade by sliding a long finger into her wetness. Four more times he brought her to the brink. Frustration and need had her close to throwing all caution to the wind and begging him to finish her off.

If he could have read her mind he would have pushed again, let her beg. However, he was at his own personal limit of control. Watching her reactions was more of a turn on for him than he liked admitting. Gripping her around the waist he pulled her into the water, soaking up the gasp from her lips with his own before pulling away to look into her eyes. “This is dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” She sounded like a parrot, her mind unable to focus on his words. Her brain was nothing but a mangled mush of throbbing need. Being back on a more even level had her thinking of nothing more than getting her hands on him and holding him still so she could get his cock inside of her.

“Condoms and water, not a good mix.” He licked a trail across her collarbone, making her shiver and stopping her wandering hands for a whole second.

She made a snap decision. Whether it was real trust, or lust, she couldn’t decide. “I’m on the pill, Rex. I haven’t been with anyone but you in the past year.” Her cheeks flushed bright pink at the admission but she was beyond being concerned about her embarrassment.

Rex shook his head. “I can’t say that, Ellie. I always use a condom, but I’ve been with other women. Recently. I’m no angel.”

Nodding, she acknowledged what he was saying but that little voice in her gut was screaming at her to trust him. In a movement that was smooth and quick, she gripped him firmly in one hand and lifted her legs around him, guiding him inside her.

“Ellie,” his voice was barely a whisper since all the breath had left his lungs. She was so much hotter without the barrier between them. The long low moan that escaped her and the way her eyes rolled back slightly let him know that she was just as affected by the difference. “Christ. Whatever you do, don’t move.”

Of course, the minute he said that her inner muscles clenched and released, so ready to feel him moving inside her that she couldn’t control them. She was nothing but a pounding heart, harsh breath and need. “I need--” Wrapping her arms around his neck and tightening her thighs around his hips, she began to move.

It was the most exquisite torture. He thought he knew great sex but this was more than anything he might have imagined and it was going to be over way too quickly if he didn’t do something. He tried tricks he hadn’t needed since high school. When none of them worked, he bit his tongue-- hard. Nothing helped.

She could tell what he was doing and she needed him to stop. With her lips against his ear, she whispered what she wanted, this time with no shame. “Take me, Rex. Fuck me hard.”

He gave her exactly what she wanted. Pressing her hips into the side of the pool, he slammed into her. Over and over, the water around them rippling violently, he pulled out as far as possible and slammed back into her. The guttural sounds coming from her throat were erotic as hell.

Ellie came hard, her entire body going taut and her nails digging in to try and find purchase on his back. His fingers were holding her hips so hard that she could barely move.

He could have pulled out. Should have pulled out. He didn’t. It was too good, buried deep inside her with her muscles milking him harder and harder. He let go and it felt like he came forever.

***

It was that time of night. Ellie was snuggled tight into his side, breathing deeply in sleep. Rex wished he could have that little bit of peace. There wouldn’t be much sleep for him tonight.

Xander wasn't a threat to Ellie but he was definitely a threat to the Siouxans. After the phone conversation with his Dad while Ellie was showering, he had no doubts that Xander would kill his own daughter if it got him what he wanted. There was also little doubt that if Xander didn’t already know about him and Ellie, he would find out soon enough.

His father had gone back to the storage unit and saw what the result of not showing up was. The body had been shoved into an old oil barrel, sealed and put inside the storage unit. It seemed that guns and explosives weren’t the only thing Xander was hiding in that unit.

There was only one way to keep Ellie safe. They had to find a way to stop Xander, dismantle his club and make sure that they didn’t end up in barrels in the process.

For tonight, and however long she’d have him, he was staying by her side. Not just because she needed protecting but because it was where he wanted to be. With Ellie and her softness, her kindness and spunk. It might turn out that they wouldn’t have long but it was worth the risk.