Devil's Charm (15 page)

He opened the tube of lube
he’d put on top of the drawer. His shaft stuck right out, red and throbbing.
Devil coated his cock with over half a tube of lubrication. The porno movies
had it wrong when you only saw the guy spit on his hand or the woman salivating
over the shaft. In all of his experience, plenty of lubrication was a given in
having anal sex.

With the other half of the
tube, he squirted the rest onto her ass. She gasped as the lube had a slight
chill to it.

“I’ll warm it up for you,
baby. I promise.” Throwing the empty tube away, he concentrated his efforts on her
ass. Sliding his fingers through the crack, he coated his digits with the lube
before pressing more into her ass.

She tensed around him, but
he didn’t let up, sliding his fingers in deep. Once she’d taken both of his
fingers, he pressed the head of his cock to her ass. The tight muscles stopped
him from going any further. Pressing more against her ass, he waited for her to
relax. After several seconds passed, Lexie finally relaxed long enough for him to
slide the tip inside. Returning his hands to her hips, he fed his cock into her
tight, hot ass.

Their moans mingled
together, echoing off the walls. She collapsed to the bed so only her bottom
half was raised on her knees.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Fucking
wild.
You’re in my ass.”

He laughed, keeping his grip
on her hips.

“That I am, and it’s about
to get a whole lot fucking wilder.” He pulled out of her ass, watching himself
appear. Without waiting for her to grow accustomed to him not being inside her,
he slammed back in. She cried out. Her ass tightened around him.

Over and over, he fucked her
ass, all the time wanting to brand her body with his cock. He felt possessed
with the need to fuck her harder.

“Stroke your clit,” he said.
“I want to feel you come.”

Her hand disappeared between
them. He felt the change in her body the instant she started to finger her
sweet clit. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Marking her didn’t feel
enough, and he felt like a fucking brute for the possessive feeling flowing
through him.

After a few minutes of her
playing with her pussy, she came apart, and her ass tightened even more around
him.

Closing his eyes he thrust inside
her one final time feeling his orgasm wash over him. He collapsed over her,
panting for breath.

Then like a giant wave Devil
realized what he was feeling for her.

Devil was in love with Lexie
Howard.

Chapter Ten

On Friday night the
following week Lexie stayed around Phoebe’s house. She’d grown close to the
other woman in the last few weeks, and they’d worked relentlessly in bringing
the club back up to a good standard for the boys. Judi was staying over as
well. Devil’s large house was too much for either of them when he wasn’t
staying at home. Lexie certainly wasn’t used to the noises and could only deal
with them when he was home. He’d left the house a couple of hours ago telling
her that he wouldn’t be home. She hated when he left her alone. The last week
since their barbeque had been something of a fairytale. For so long she hadn’t
believed in fairytales whereas now she was starting to think, maybe there
really was such a thing. Not the castles, princesses, and princes but something
magical within life from allowing others inside.

Sitting on the sofa she
smiled at an approaching Phoebe. She really did like the other woman.

“Kids are in bed. Vincent is
having some time with his brothers. All is right in the world. At least,
everything is all right tonight. I can only handle so much calm,” Phoebe said,
pouring herself a glass of wine as Lexie finished some juice. She didn’t feel
like drinking beer, and she’d never been much of a wine drinker.

“I know what you mean. It
seems so strange to be sat here drinking wine and having fun,” Lexie said,
smiling. She felt totally relaxed.

“Well, only one of us is
drinking wine. You, you’re disappointing me.”

“I’ve never had a liking for
the stuff.”

“When you’ve got kids like
mine along with a man like Vincent, you’ll consider a glass of wine a luxury.”
Phoebe sipped at the liquid. “Not that I’m a complete drunk or anything. I
don’t drink apart from special occasions.”

“I believe you.”

“Thank God.” Phoebe sat
back, resting her head across the back of the sofa. “It’s nice having a woman
in the lifestyle. Being Vincent’s old lady can get a little lonely at times.”

“Old
lady?”
She had heard Devil mutter it at times, but he’d never
actually told her what it meant.

“Yeah, the
club
who have women they’re going to marry are called old
ladies. I’m an old lady. Then you’ve got the club whores and sweet-butts, and
their main role is to please the men. Vincent won’t be getting any kind of
pleasure like that. I’ll see to it. I’m always happy to serve my man.” Phoebe
licked her lips.

“What are these parties
about, and I don’t think I’m Devil’s sweet-butt? I’m just the girl who got his
kid.”

Phoebe slapped her hand.
“Honey, Devil is not the kind of man to get all sentimental on shit like that.
He’s all about getting even. If he didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be living in
his house, off limits to the other men.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Devil has put the word out
that you’re his woman. He’ll be putting a ring on your finger shortly, and
believe me when I say you don’t want to know what happens at these parties. I
learned at a young age what I wanted to know and what I didn’t.” Phoebe sipped
at her wine, flicking some hair out of her face. She was such a beautiful
woman. Lexie didn’t know how she could begin to compare.

The way Devil had been with
her, Lexie felt all of her doubts evaporate around her.

“I want to know what happens
to these parties. It can’t be that bad,” she said, sipping more juice. She
looked toward the baby monitor making sure little Simon was okay. Judi was doing
much better and wore her leather jacket with pride. Devil hadn’t been wrong.
The few times she’d been in town with Judi, people kept a wide berth of her. It
was like an instant repellent to everyone around them.

“Everything happens at them.
I’ve not been to one with Vincent. The group was always on the road never
staying for longer than a day or so at a time. I think it’s because of Vincent
they never partied here, but he told me what happened.” Phoebe stopped to take
a swig of her wine. Lexie waited patiently for her to explain further. “The
places are usually full with girls, booze, and drugs. Vincent never got
addicted, but some of the men in the club are. Devil doesn’t have many rules,
but he’s also strict about what he accepts. Some men need it to take the edge
off while others do not.”

Lexie hadn’t seen any of the
men taking anything. They must have been particularly discreet about it.

“The parties are a free for
all. I’m letting Vincent go alone tonight as it’s his first in so long. He’s
been home and good to me. It’s the least I can do. Oh, as an old lady, be aware
of your true position in life. You’re here to serve your man, but know it’s up
to you if he strays or not. Vincent will not stray as he knows I wouldn’t let
him near me if he even fucking thought about it.” Lexie listened as Phoebe went
on and on. The more the other woman talked, the harder it was for her to
concentrate.
“Earth to Lexie.”

Glancing up she saw Phoebe
had been running a hand across her face. Smiling, she rested her head on her
hand. “What’s going on? Sorry, I missed something.”

“You complete zoned out
there, didn’t you,
hon
?”

“Yeah.
It’s you talking about women and the sweet-butts
along with the old ladies. It’s too much for me to deal with at the moment.”

“Devil not talked this
through with you?” Phoebe asked.

“No, we talk. Of course we
talk about everything, but he’s never actually told me what I mean to him or
where we’re supposed to go from here. It just seems insane that I’m living with
someone, and I don’t even have a clue what it all means.” Blowing some hair out
of her face, she smiled sadly at the other woman.

“I know Devil, not well,
don’t get me wrong, but well enough to know that he’s crazy about you. I mean,
I think he’s in love with you.
Completely, totally in love
with you.”

Looking down at her lap,
Lexie smiled, wishing what she said was true. Her feelings for Devil had
changed so much. She didn’t have a clue how she’d fallen in love with one of
the most dangerous men she’d ever known.
 

“I don’t know where I am
with his life.”

Phoebe sighed, checking her
watch. “I tell you what, why don’t you go and see him? The party won’t be going
crazy or anything yet.”

“No, I couldn’t go to him.
That would scream obsessive much.” Her heart was pounding.

“I didn’t take you for the
giving up type of person.”

“I’m not.”

“Then go to him. Go and tell
him how you feel. You do love Devil, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, I do.” She did love
him. Lexie loved him with all of her heart and soul.

“Go to him. Go and get your
man.”

“Okay. What do I do?” she
asked.

Phoebe handed her the car
keys. “Take my keys and get your ass over there.”

Staring at the keys in her
palm, Lexie left Phoebe looking after Simon and Judi as she climbed behind the
wheel.
Before she could begin to talk herself out of
everything she was doing, Lexie headed in the direction of the club.
Pushing
the boundaries of the speed limit she pulled up into the parking lot. There
were bikes and a couple of cars dotted around the parking lot. The music was
so
loud as she climbed out.

Don’t give up. Get your ass in there and find out what
you mean to him.

Phoebe had already promised
to take care of the kids. All she needed to do was deal with Devil and his
supposed feelings.

Entering the club she came
up short when she saw the women dancing on tables. There were only a few, but
she recognized them from work.

Ripper approached, smiling
at her.

“What are you doing here,
sweetness?” he asked.

“I want to see Devil. Where is
he?”

“I don’t know.”

She stared into his eyes knowing
he was lying.

“Don’t push me.” Lexie
shoved him out of the way and charged toward the room she knew was Devil’s
office. He’d been the one to ask her to decorate the room.

Her heart was thumping out
of fear of what she was about to find. Licking her lips, she saw the door was
partially open.

“Come on, baby, I can make
you feel so good.” She recognized Tiffany’s voice. Devil’s voice was muttered.
Opening the door fully, Lexie gasped. Tiffany was straddling his lap, leaning
down to kiss him. She couldn’t see anything else.

He looked up and smiled.
“Lex, baby.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” she
said, turning on her heel and walking away. She heard Tiffany mutter something,
but she didn’t care to hear it. The bastard had been cheating on her.

“Lex, wait,” Devil said,
shouting. She slowed down wanting him to explain exactly why that skank was
even on his lap.

She spun on her heel. “Is
this what you had planned all along? Get out of the house so you could have a
cheap, sloppy fuck with a woman infected with all kinds of shit?” Her control
was out of the window. Lashing out, she slammed her palm against his shoulder.
“I hate you.
You asshole.”

Storming away, she headed
back toward the main room.

“What the fuck? You can’t
just come in here and accuse me of shit you don’t even have a clue about,” he
said.

“I know what I saw.”

“You didn’t see jack shit. I
wasn’t doing anything. I was fucking working to make sure Judi can get into a
fucking good school.”

She stopped, glaring at him.
“So Tiffany, the whore, just happened to straddle your lap,
sucking on your neck.”
Lexie glanced toward his neck to see no signs of
him being mauled by the other woman.
Whatever.
The bitch probably got her claws in him in another
way. The jealousy was eating at her.

“You worked with this woman.
She’s not calling you a whore, and you worked in the strip club alongside her.”

They were in the main part
of the club. The music was turned down or off. What the hell was he saying?

****

Devil cursed his runaway
mouth. He couldn’t find it inside himself to tell her the truth. Instead he
insulted her as a way of hitting back at her.

“What the fuck are you
trying to say?” Lexie asked. Her hands were on her hips. She was driving him
fucking crazy. Devil had no intention of being in that predicament with
Tiffany. He’d not intended to rattle Lexie’s cage. The last week had been
perfect between them, and now she walked into his club, accusing him of
cheating and it was pissing him the fuck off. Their argument had gained the
entire club’s attention. They were looking between them. The alcohol was
flowing even though the bar wasn’t officially open.