The alarm chirped and the lights flashed.
I pulled the door handle, dragging the top of the door across the brass bell that hung in the door way. When the bell clanged, I paused.
I cocked my head to the side and waited. There was one more thing I needed before I left, and I wasn’t prepared to leave without it. After a silent ten seconds, I closed the door and reopened it.
Clang, clang. Clang, clang.
With the door open twelve inches, I stood in wait.
“Carma!”
I smiled. “Yes, George?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I said over my shoulder.
On my way home, I gave thanks for my life and the people in it. I was truly blessed the day I met Reno, and I realized it fully.
When the garage door opened, I was disappointed to see Reno’s motorcycle parked in its spot. Beating me home meant he was cooking dinner. His heart was in the right place, but he couldn’t cook to save his ass. I’d eaten so many experiments that I feared one more might be the death of me.
Frustrated, I parked the car and stomped to the door. “How’d you get home so quickly?” I asked as I pushed it open.
“Rode like a bat out of hell.”
I took a few steps. The aroma of Italian food permeated throughout the home. “Oh, wow. That smells good. What is it?”
“Italian.”
I mentally rolled my eyes, set my purse on the sideboard, and walked into the kitchen. Wearing a pair of cut-off sweat shorts, sneakers, and a ribbed tank, Reno was standing at the island peering into a translucent take out container. Beside it, a cardboard pizza box sat. In one hand he held a large plastic fork, in the other, he held a plastic spoon.
I laughed. “You got take out.”
He looked up. “You bitch when I cook.”
I meandered to his side and kissed him. “If you hadn’t rode like a bat out of hell, maybe I’d be the one cooking.”
He checked his watch. “By my watch, it’s going to be starting in thirty-seven minutes. We need to hurry.”
“What’s going to be starting?”
“Meteor shower.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep. This one’s once every seventeen bajillion years or some shit.” He lifted a wad of salad, attempted to put it on a plate, and dropped half of it on the floor.
“Can I help you?”
“I’d prefer you didn’t.”
I sighed. “Please?”
He glanced at the floor, smirked, and then looked at me. “Can I do something nice for once?”
“Fine,” I said. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Use the front one.” He chuckled. “Someone dropped a bomb in this one.”
“Someone?”
“Don’t know who it was,” he responded, slinging salad as he spoke. “It sure smells like shit, though.”
I went to the guest bathroom, washed my hands, and checked myself in the mirror. I looked the same as always, but I now saw myself differently. In Reno’s presence, I was convinced I was beautiful.
He reminded me of it daily.
So much that I now believed him.
I grinned and went back into the kitchen. I looked at the mess on the floor, the mess on the island, and then at Reno.
“I’ll get it when we’re done,” he said.
I sighed. “Okay.”
He handed me a plate and a glass of wine, and then grabbed his. “C’mon. I don’t want to miss it. Supposed to be one shooting star every fourteen seconds or something like that.”
I glanced at my plate. The pizza looked like he’d brought it home in his pocket. I shrugged it off and followed him toward the back door.
We went out onto the deck and took a seat side by side. Facing the sky, Reno lifted a piece of pizza to his mouth and took a large bite. “Amazes me that crap like this happens.”
I took a bite of salad. “Me, too. When does it start?”
He checked his watch. “Twenty-eight minutes.”
We ate the mangled pizza, talked of our days at work, the motorcycle he had on order at the Harley dealership, and of the upcoming poker run. In no time, we were finished with our meals, and enjoying the wine.
“The food was really good,” I said. “Where’d you get it?”
“Primo-something, up the street. Goose told me about it. Italian kid owns it. He came here from Jersey.”
“The pizza was just kind of mangled,” I said. “Other than that, I really liked it.”
“That’s on me,” he said. “Had to put the boxes in my saddlebags on their sides. When I got here, the pizza was in a wad. Didn’t straighten out too good. I gave it my best.”
I laughed to myself. In my eyes, he was adorable. “You did good. How much time?’
He checked his watch. “Fourteen minutes.”
It had been dark for an hour or so. I gazed up at the sky, but didn’t see anything spectacular, short of a starry sky.
“Does it start all at once?” I asked.
He tilted his head back and gazed up at the sky. “Think so.”
“Time?” I asked, not bothering to look away from the sky.
“Twelve.”
I reached under my skirt hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my panties and worked them down my legs. As I maneuvered them past my feet, I glanced at Reno.
He didn’t have a clue.
I dropped them at my side. “Time?”
He checked his watch. “Eleven.”
I stood, stepped to the edge of the deck, and leaned onto the handrail. After checking over my shoulder, I flipped my skirt to my waist.
“Moon’s out,” I said.
“I don’t see it.”
“Moon’s out,” I said.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
“Trying to get some love before this starts,” I said. “Ten minutes worth, at least.”
He glanced over each shoulder, pushed his shorts down in one shove, and gripped his cock in his fist. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”
There was no preparation time required for me to have sex with Reno. I was as ready as I could get every time I was in his presence. All it took for me to get ready was to look at him and imagine us making love.
Seeing him with his stiff dick in his hand put me over the top. I braced myself against the handrail, arched my back, and drew a breath.
He pressed his lips against my neck.
I nudged him with my shoulder. “Stop it. There’s no time for that,” I said, although I wished he’d never stop doing it.
He ground his hips against my butt, causing his rigid shaft to slap against my swollen mound with each playful gyration of his hips.
“Stop messing around and give me some love,” I complained. “The show starts in ten minutes.”
“Hurry.”
“Both shows are gonna start at the same time,” he said. “Let me do what I do best.”
He had many talents, but loving me was his greatest, by far.
With my hands gripping the handrail firmly, I braced myself for whatever he chose to grace me with.
The gyrating stopped.
He pressed his face against my inner thighs. Knowing what was next, I spread my feet shoulder width apart.
His tongue darted in and out of my wet folds, teasing me until I was a wreck. A simultaneous finger-fucking and clit licking followed, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Just shy of obtaining his goal, he paused.
He knew me all too well.
His touch, entirely, disappeared. No hands. No tongue. No cock. I stood on shaking legs, waiting for what was next.
Slight pressure against my mound caused me to flinch. I clenched my jaw tight and gripped the handrail.
His swollen girth penetrated me slowly, taking my breath away with each inch that filled my wetness. When he’d given me all he had to give, he hesitated, leaned over me, and kissed my neck.
I closed my eyes and mentally embraced him. Our bodies melded into one.
Our hearts and minds were undoubtedly connected, but when he worked his length in and out of my confines, he reminded me of the magic we created when we linked by our flesh.
His hands swept up and down my sides, gripping my waist, squeezing my ass, and kneading my swollen breasts, never stopping for long enough to give me an opportunity to focus on the pleasure they created.
Instead, it seemed to come from everywhere.
I opened my eyes and gazed at the starry sky. Each erotic thrust cast my hips against the bannister, taking my breath from my lungs in the process. I got lost in the predictable rhythm, working my body in unison with his, hoping I could somehow provide him with the same pleasure he offered me.
The tension within me mounted, stripping me of common sense and the ability to remain silent.
The sound of my own moaning became as much of a turn-on as the sex itself. Driven by the sensual sound that was escaping my lungs, I subconsciously continued, with each groan growing louder than the last.
“We can hear that shit over here!”
I arched my back. “Shut up, Goose!”
After much negotiating, we’d purchased the home next door to Goose and Ally. I now spent my evenings being hypnotized by the waves as they crashed ashore no differently than I did when I was a child.
“Seriously,” Goose shouted. “You two need to fuck inside. We’re trying to enjoy the meteor shower.”
“This show’s almost over,” I teased.
Reno laughed, increased his pace, and began fucking me like he was working against a clock. After finding our rhythm, we quickly reached the brink of climax again.
He slowed his pace, holding me at the edge for a moment, before finishing inside of me.
As he moaned his pleasure into the night’s starry sky, I, too reached an earth-shattering climax. When my legs stopped shaking and my mind returned to earth, I turned to face him.
He pulled my body against his and kissed me deeply, reminding once again of the love we so naturally shared.
When our lips parted I leaned away and gazed into his eyes.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too.”
He was truly the man of my dreams, my first love, and my only love. With him, I felt my life’s journey was truly complete.
“There went one,” he said, pointing off into the distance behind me.
I turned and gazed into the star-filled sky.
A falling star cascaded from left to right.
I closed my eyes and realized a wish wasn’t necessary.
I had everything I needed.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Contents
The Devil’s Disciples Series Books 1-5
I. Baker
Dedication
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Copyright
Prologue
1. Baker
2. Andy
3. Baker
4. Andy
5. Baker
6. Andy
7. Baker
8. Andy
9. Baker
10. Andy
11. Baker
12. Andy
13. Baker
14. Andy
15. Baker
16. Andy
17. Baker
18. Andy
19. Baker
20. Andy
21. Baker
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Andy
23. Baker
24. Andy
25. Baker
26. Andy
27. Baker
28. Andy
29. Baker
30. Andy
31. Baker
32. Andy
33. Baker
34. Andy
35. Baker
36. Andy
37. Baker
38. Andy
39. Baker
40. Andy
41. Baker
42. Andy
Epilogue
II. Cash
Dedication
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Copyright
Prologue
43. Kimberly
44. Cash
45. Kimberly
46. Cash
47. Kimberly
48. Cash
49. Kimberly
50. Cash
51. Kimberly
52. Cash
53. Kimberly
54. Cash
55. Kimberly
56. Cash
57. Kimberly
58. Cash
59. Kimberly
60. Cash
61. Kimberly
62. Cash
63. Kimberly
64. Cash
65. Kimberly
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