Semua Bab The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils MC 1): Bab 21 - Bab 30

“Oh,” Scars said softly, very sorry to have started this conversation. “I’m sorry.”“Me too.” She sucked down the last of her drink, felt the dark rum burn her throat. She told herself that’s why her voice was suddenly thick as she spoke. “Hailey’s ex – Keira’s Dad – killed her. Damn near killed them both, actually, since my sister was nine months pregnant with Keira when Gil stabbed her eleven times in a drug-induced rage.”“Motherfucker,” Scars snarled. “He killed a pregnant woman?”“He did.” She set her glass down, wishing that it was full to the brim and Coke-free. “Thank Christ the neighbours heard the fight, and came over to check on Hailey after Gil had stormed out. She was barely alive then, but she was conscious and in full-on labor, and she held on long enough for the ambulance guys to deliver Keira.”“Did Hailey see her baby?” he asked quietly.Zoe glanced at him, and he saw tears shimmering in those clear green eyes before she looked away again. “Yeah. Just for a second. T

To hell with him being in an MC. To hell with being just one of the many women to get into bed with him. To hell with thinking about anything beyond the next hour or two.A tiny part of her brain slammed on the brakes right about then, asked her if she was really going to be safe with him. This was a big question, not one to be taken lightly or shaken off, just because she was lusting after a devastatingly sexy man. This was the question… the only one where the answer truly mattered, in the end.The truth was that Scars was – to all intents and purposes – a stranger. Oh sure, Wolf had talked about him quite a bit, and Zoe knew that her best friend thought the world of Scars. Said over and over that he was a straight-up, honest guy, one who was hard-working and loyal. One that Wolf trusted with his own life, and with the life of his MC members. Scars was, after all, the man that Wolf had tapped to be his VP… that wasn’t an honor that was bestowed lightly or randomly or on a whim. If W

Scars moved his other hand to her face now, tipping her head farther back, exposing her lovely neck, opening her to his gaze. Her perfect rosebud lips were parted and those beautiful eyes were locked on his. Her breath was coming faster, her breasts rising and falling with each inhalation and exhalation. He waited another few seconds, giving her the chance to back up or move away. When she didn’t budge, he leaned in.Zoe saw the kiss coming and she closed her eyes in delicious anticipation. When his mouth rested on hers, she pressed up against his broad chest, loving the mountain of muscle against her own softer curves. Her hands came up to grip his upper arms, and she held on to him for dear life as waves of desire washed over her, getting stronger with each passing second.His lips moved now, down her throat, across her delicate collarbone, lower. His hands were gentle and yet still confident, and they circled her waist easily, moved up. Zoe gasped when his fingers brushed her nippl

Scars pressed the tip of his cock to her slick channel, and she closed her eyes at how it felt for him to be right there, right against her aching need. He kissed her as he pushed inside her, his tongue probing her mouth and his cock probing her hot centre, and without any warning at all, without any idea that this was going to happen, Zoe climaxed.Her fingernails dug into his back, breaking the skin, and she held on to him, shuddering and gasping, unable to believe that she was actually coming. It had never happened to her before, that she had an orgasm at a man simply sliding inside her, but Scars seemed to have that effect on her.Scars couldn’t believe it, and he could tell that she couldn’t either, but he fucking loved it. He just stayed still, holding her writhing, shaking body close, and watched Zoe’s face as she lost herself in his arms for the first time. She collapsed onto his chest now, her body still rippling with little aftershocks. She turned her panting mouth into his

“You’re not coming with me,” she snapped, angry that he was trying to unilaterally change the universal code of totally meaningless one-night-stands. “End of discussion.”He stood still, studying her body language. Man, she was as cold as ice all of a sudden, and it was a jarring contrast to her heated writhing and moaning of less than five minutes before.“I’m really not?” he said carefully.“No.” She stuck her feet into her shoes. “You’re staying here and looking for your next fuck.”Dumbfounded, he stared at her. “My next…”“Yeah. Your next willing female. A handsome boy like you, you have your choice, I’m sure, so you can still do it in a bed tonight, if you want.” She nodded over at the far corner. “Oh, look. There’s a bed right over there, just waiting for you and your next mark.” “OK, stop.” He shook his head, strangely hurt, but also very, very pissed off. “That’s bullshit is what that is, and…”Suddenly feeling that it was imperative that she get the hell out of there now, k