All Chapters of The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils MC 1): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Wolf,” she managed, suddenly feeling like shit that she hadn’t been by to see her oldest, best friend in days. “God, I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you. I just –”“No problemo,” he said, waving his hand at her. “You been busy, Zee, runnin’ that fuckin’ parlour properly for the first time in forever. The guys come in here after work almost every day, and tell everyone how you’re killin' yourself to get it together and organized, then goin' home to be Mom, then you’re back again the next day hours before anyone else shows up. You got your hands full, so if you think I’m gonna knock you for not droppin’ by here every day to get loaded, you’re wrong.”“Well,” she began, feeling embarrassed. Wolf was making her sound like a damn superhero, and all she was, really, was a single mother… just like the approximately other ten million single mothers in the U.S., many of whom were also holding down jobs while mommy-ing. “It’s not that big of a deal. I mean, it’s no big stress or strain.”“C’mo

“So when Wolf patched in, you were cool with it, then?” Saint asked. “Clueless, but cool?”Zoe paused. “Well… I kind of… got sucked into the life myself. A bit.”“Wait.” Saint looked riveted and delighted. “You – you hung around The Road Devils? Way back then?”“No fuckin’ way.” Wolf’s words were clipped. “You kiddin’ me? You think I’d let Zee around a bunch of one-percenters at the age of eighteen?”“Oh, no.” Saint looked horrified. “It’s just, she said that she got sucked into the life so…”“Oh, later,” Zoe explained. “Wolf patched in, and then for about six years, I barely saw him. We kind of lost regular touch, I guess, but we talked on the phone and caught up when we ran into each other around town. Then one night, just over six years ago, we met up at a bar for a few drinks, and he brought some of his brothers. I kind of – hit it off with one of them.” Zoe forced herself to keep her tone disinterested, distant. “We dated for a while. Didn’t last long, just a few weeks. But I was

Scars unlocked the door, and waved Zoe inside. She looked around, curious despite herself about where Scars spent so many of his working hours. She suspected that even though lots of the bar staff used this space, the majority of its usage fell on the man standing in front of her right now, turning on lights and bustling around a bit, moving stacks of paper and what looked like boxes of alcohol.It was a good-sized office, much bigger than hers over at Blue Dragon. It was better laid-out too, although it didn’t have a window. Zoe needed natural light to think straight, loved the skylight above her desk, so she wouldn’t ever trade her cramped office for the extra square footage of this one. She’d kill for that massive leather sofa, though, and for the sprawling desk. Her own desk was maybe half the size, and Zoe was big into spreading out when she was working.“OK.” He locked the door out of habit, then walked over and sat behind the desk, indicated at the chair in front of it. “What’s

Scars tightened his arms around her as he felt her sway, then surrender. He was stunned at the utter lack of token resistance from her, and that was a huge relief. He’d never once forced a woman to accept even so much as a kiss from him, and even though he knew that Zoe wanted this (she’d even come right out and said that she wanted this), he didn’t want to wear her down or manipulate her. No, he wanted her to want this too, without shame or worry or second-guessing herself. He wanted her to accept her own wants and desires, and embrace them, and revel in them. He wanted her to ask for his kiss and beg for his touch. So her kissing him back like this, without an intake of breath or stiffening in shock, was a big step. At least, he hoped it was.His kisses were savage, hard, passionate. He didn’t care about going slow or being gentle or building things up, not this time. He’d gone from zero to sixty in less than half a second – and from her little moans and trembling body and harsh b

The three large fingers were pushing harder now, using her slick release to help find that sweet, melting spot so deep inside. Mindlessly, she helped him by lifting her hips a tiny bit, and just like that, with that slight change of angle, he hit it, hit the hidden, secret place that she’d only ever located with her magic vibrator, the one that angled just the right way. She screamed, and Scars rubbed his thumb over her throbbing clit.“That’s it, baby.” He pressed on her little pearl, let up, pressed again, the whole time pushing on her g-spot in tiny, controlled thrusts. “Let it go, Zoe. Let it all fucking go.”“Scars…” It was a sob, a plea, a prayer. “Please… please…”“I know, baby. You’re there… go on, now. Go over the edge. I’ll catch you, I promise.”When she came this time, she couldn’t make a single noise: all Zoe could do was let herself get washed away by the waves, let herself turn into an exploding star of sensations.She let go of every single earthly, grounded, logical t