Scorched (Sizzle #2) (11 page)

“I suppose. 
If you must,” Devil replied with a twinkle in his eyes as he tangled one hand
in her loose wavy red hair.  “I won’t stop you, babe,” he offered huskily as
his wife offered him a slow sultry smile.

Licking her
lips, Molly shifted her gaze from her husband’s mesmerizing eyes to the swollen
cock jutting toward her.  “Mmmm,” she hummed, slowly and lovingly stroking the
hot, turgid flesh, “This looks painful.”

“Yeah, try
packin’ it around with you day after day in this condition,” Devil returned,
hissing air through his teeth as Molly’s tongue darted forward to swipe the tip
of his dick, stealing the small bead of pre-come that had collected there. 

“My poor
husband,” Molly purred.  “Have I been neglecting you?” she asked, unable to
pull her eyes away from his hard length.  He felt like hot steel encased in
silk against her palm.  So red that it was almost purple, it appeared almost
angry in her hand. 

“No, not me. 
Just my cock,” Devil corrected gruffly, growling as he watched her tongue
slowly flick out again, this time tracing the ridge of his penis as she held
him firmly by the root.  “Fuck, Molly.  Put me out of my misery and just suck
me, babe,” he managed to order roughly.

“Haven’t you
ever heard that anticipation only heightens the pleasure, Devil?” Molly queried
flippantly as she wriggled her tongue against the tip of his penis, playing
with his slit in a way she knew would drive him insane with pleasure.  If there
was one bedroom activity her husband adored, it was a good blowjob right before
going to bed.

“Sweetheart,
my dick has been anticipating that wonderful, wicked mouth of yours for months;
put me out of my fucking misery.  Open your mouth and swallow my cock like a
good girl before I lose my fucking mind,” he rasped, his chest rising and
falling quickly as he watched her full lips begin to descend over him.

Molly’s gaze
locked with Devil’s as she worked her mouth down the long, rigid length of his
dick, taking him as deep as she could.  Seeing him throw back his head and
groan his pleasure filled her with pleasure, her own pussy growing wet with
need.  Sucking him hard, she moaned as he began to thrust gently into her
mouth.  God, she’d forgotten how decadent she found his taste.  Earthy and
rich, it intoxicated her, making her restless.  Pressing her thighs together,
she tried to relieve the ache between her own legs as she pulled slowly off his
cock, swirling her tongue around the head as she withdrew.  Feeling his fingers
clutching her hair, she moaned again as she sank over his cock, letting the
gentle vibrations from the sound feed her husband’s hunger.

“Shit,
Molly!  God, baby, that feels so fuckin’ amazing!” Devil cursed, his legs
trembling as she sucked at him eagerly, her tongue fluttering over the
underside of his cock with every downward stroke.  “Love that mouth on me. 
Suck it good, angel.  Take it deep,” he groaned, fucking her mouth with long,
careful thrusts of his hips.  “That’s my good girl.  Fuck, yeah, just like
that,” he praised breathlessly, pushing his cock deeper into the hot, wet haven
of her mouth.   

Humming as
she bobbed her head faster, Molly could taste his excitement on her tongue. 
With every swirl of her tongue and pass of her lips, she could feel Devil
losing control.  His grip on her head was desperate, not quite painful, but by
no means gentle.  His chest heaved with exertion and his eyes were glued to her
lips stretched around his dick.

“Finger
yourself, Molly.  I know you’re wet, baby. Let me see you touch your pussy. 
Show me how soaked you are for me,” Devil demanded, his voice jagged in his
passion.  “Now,” he added with gruff impatience when she took too long to
comply with his demand.  “Show me what’s mine.”

Releasing his
straining cock with a wet pop of her lips, Molly tried to catch her breath as
she slowly opened her thighs, pulling her short nightie up to her hips so that
he could see the effect his dirty demands had on her.

“Fuck, yeah,
baby.  You know what I love to see,” Devil’s pleased voice groaned as he
watched her slide one delicate hand between her milky thighs to play with the barely-there
damp curls covering her swollen pussy.  “That’s it, sweetheart.  Play with your
little clit for me while you suck my cock,” he encouraged her, sliding a hand
under the bodice of her nightgown to play with one of her engorged nipples. 
Tugging it sharply, he grinned as he pulled a needy whimper from his wife’s
mouth.  “C’mon, baby.  Give me what I want.”

Molly felt
helpless to deny him – mostly because his pleasure was hers.  And neither of
them had tasted that ecstasy in sooo very long.  Dipping her head, she licked
his shaft from tip to root, slowly drawing her tongue along the thick veins
that ran along his length as she slowly flicked her clit back and forth.

“Slide two
fingers in that pretty cunt, baby.  Fill yourself up for me,” Devil rasped,
feeding her parted lips several inches of his cock.  “There you go,” he crooned
as her fingers slowly disappeared into her pussy only to reappear a moment
later slick and shiny with her juices while he tugged and pulled at her
distended nipples.  “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he breathed, watching as she pumped
those digits back into her cunt, setting a slow, sensual rhythm as her sweet
little mouth surrounded his cock and suckled as though his dick was her
favorite treat in the world.

Molly
relished every rough grunt and groan she heard her husband make as she
continued to slide her mouth up and down his thick shaft and slid her fingers
in and out of her pussy, pausing every so often to circle them around her
throbbing clit.  She could feel both of them dancing closer and closer toward a
mutual release.  Her pussy quickened around her fingers as he surged deeper
into her mouth, his cock lengthening and swelling, letting her know in no
uncertain terms that soon he’d be filling her mouth with his creamy essence. 
Excitement flooded her system, and she pulled her fingers free of her greedy
pussy, circling them around her clit and pushing her body closer to orgasm. 
“Fuck, Molly,” she heard Devil gasp as a tremor ran through his body.  Lifting
her eyes to his, she knew by his dilated pupils that he was skating very close
to the edge himself.

Releasing his
cock from her mouth long enough to smile wantonly, she whispered, “I want you
to come in my mouth, Devil.  Fill me up, honey.”

“Fuck, yes!”
Devil responded, pushing his dick back into her mouth as a heavy knock fell
against their bedroom door.  “Ignore it,” he hissed, tightening his hand in
Molly’s hair as her rhythm faltered.

They both
groaned as the knocking grew louder and more insistent.

“Molly,
chica!  I need you, mi amiga,” Mannie’s plaintive voice cried.  “I can’t sleep
and I can’t find any sleeping pills.  Tell me Sami left me one,” he begged.

Molly winced
as she heard Devil’s low whimper of pain as she quickly released him from her
mouth and rose to her feet.  “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, shooting her
husband an apologetic look.  “I swear, I’ll make this up to you,” she promised
as she belted her robe as Mannie knocked yet again.  “Mannie, I’ll be there in
a second,” she called over her shoulder before facing her husband again.

Hanging his
head, Devil felt a shudder run through him as he stared down at his deflating
dick.  “I knew I should have had Grant sedate him with a horse tranquilizer,”
he muttered, bending and snatching his towel off the floor.  Rewrapping it
around his waist, he lifted his eyes to meet Molly’s teary gaze.  “Baby, don’t
you dare cry,” he ordered sternly, lifting his hands to cradle her distressed
face.  “I know this isn’t your fault.  I’m just frustrated.  I’ll live.”

“I want you,
too,” Molly whispered, biting her lip as her throat tightened.  “So much. 
Maybe I could….”

“Molly,
sweetheart, it’s okay.  Take care of Mannie.  With any luck, tomorrow he’ll be
Nick’s cross to bear once again.  Then, you and I can pick this up again and
finish what we started.”

“Mollllyyyyy!”
they both heard Armando whine outside their bedroom door.  “Are you okay in
there, chica?”

“I’m fine,
Armando.  I’ll meet you in the living room in five with that pill, sweetie. 
Promise!” Molly called back, trying desperately to keep her voice calm and
patient when she felt anything but that.   Nearly sobbing when she heard their
baby begin to squall, she felt her heart lighten when Devil chuckled. 

“When it
rains, it pours, huh, Sweetheart?” Devil asked gently.

 Molly nodded
and caught her breath as Devil leaned forward to steal a long, sweet kiss from
her lip before leaning his forehead against hers.  “Tomorrow night, baby,” he
whispered to her.  “Tomorrow night, we’re taking back our life.  Until then,
I’ll handle the little baby while you deal with the big one, okay?”

Smiling
through her own tears, Molly nodded.  “Nothing has ever sounded better to me,
Devil.  Absolutely, nothing.”

Devil

Less than
twenty-four hours later, Devil stood at the bay window of his formal living
room, ready and waiting for the battle to commence.  Behind him, he could hear
his Nana humming softly as she tapped her wooden spoon against the arm of the
rocking chair she favored when she visited them.  Glancing over his shoulder,
his lips twitched as he saw her.  “Is it really necessary for you to carry your
weapon everywhere you go, Nana?  I hardly think you’ll need to come to blows to
defend Armando’s honor today.”

“You know I
like to be prepared for anything, lad,” she replied in a deceptively mild tone,
her keen gaze never wavering from the picture window in front of her chair as
she waited for their so-called guests.  Yeah, he knew it probably wasn’t the
right word to use in relation to Nick’s parents.  As far as he and the rest of
their clan was concerned, the ‘guests’ were the enemy, but he knew he had to at
least make the effort to be the gracious host.  Molly would kill him otherwise. 

She’d told
him so. 

Repeatedly.

Devil watched
as his grandmother tightened her wrinkled hand around her preferred weapon of
choice and turned her coiffed head toward him, her only biological grandson,
and offered a nonthreatening smile.  Her twinkling eyes, however, were anything
but benign.  Oh, no.  Those bright orbs promised one hell of a tussle to anyone
that would threaten the family she’d built and ruled for the last eighty plus
years of her life.  And that included that flamboyant manchild, Mannie, that
she’d adopted into the clan when he’d married his wife.   “Oh, I know, Nana,
but try to remember that Molly considers it poor form to attack guests in her
home,” he teasingly reminded the elderly woman.

“That bonnie
lass of yours knows that I’d never draw me spoon without provocation,” Nana
scoffed, lifting her slim shoulders in a careless shrug as she settled herself
more comfortably in her chair.  “The lass also understand that as matriarch of
this family of ours, it’s me job to defend the honor of any member of it.  Nick
and Armando be members, Willy.   Ye’d do well to keep that in the front of ye
mind today,” she ordered, lifting her spoon and waving it menacingly in his
direction.

Grimacing at
her use of his childhood nickname – the one that
only
his precious
grandmother dared call him – he sighed.  “Aren’t old women supposed to be
feeble and frail at your age?” he asked irritably, hissing in a breath as the
spoon caught him sharply on his elbow.  “You seem pretty damn spry to me,” he complained,
rubbing his offended joint and wondering where the hell his wife was.

“Me body can
still pull off a surprise or two when it needs to do it,” Nana returned,
leaning forward as a Mercedes Town Car turned onto their street, slowly sliding
toward their driveway. 

Snorting as
the car kept going, passing their driveway by, Devil watched his beloved
grandmother subside back into her chair, her lips pressing together the same
way they did when he used to get in trouble for playing in the holy water during
mass.  Yep, his Nana was growing more impatient by the second.  Not that he
blamed her.  He was more than a little ready to get this little reunion on the
road, too.  The sooner these irritating morons arrived, the sooner Nick could
prove to Mannie that it wasn’t that he hadn’t loved Mannie
enough
to
introduce him to those bigots he had for parents, but rather that it was he
loved his lover too much to inflict them on him.

Shooting a
look toward where Nick sat stiffly on the couch on the other side of the room,
he wondered if he should offer the poor bastard a drink.  Given the fact that
the miserable shmuck would need every single one of his brain cells to navigate
a reconciliation with his lover this afternoon, Devil decided to keep the offer
of booze to himself.  It was a pity; Nick looked like he was waiting for his
execution.  The moment he’d arrived, Armando had fled for the kitchen with
Molly, refusing to offer so much as a hello to the man he loved.  By the look
on Nick’s face, that behavior had stung.  There was good news, though.  Molly
had managed to persuade Armando to stay for lunch and at least listen to what
Nick and his parents had to say.  He still wasn’t sure what his lovely wife had
used to coerce his executive assistant into staying put, but whatever it was
would be a small price to pay if it meant that ultimately they’d have Nick and
Mannie reunified into the happy couple they had once been.

Breathing a
sigh of relief when he heard the faint steps on the nearby stairs and his
wife’s melodic voice wafting toward him, Devil felt his shoulders begin to
relax.  His grin was automatic as he watched Molly ease into the room with
them, their daughter tucked against her shoulder.

Yeah, it was
a fact, his woman had him by the balls – and he didn’t even care.  In the past,
Devil had been proud that he’d never allowed any woman to lead him around by
his dick.  Right up until he’d fallen in love with his Molly.  That’s when he’d
realized that if a man was with the right woman…
his
woman, he’d allow her
to pull his cock any direction in the world that she wanted to go.

And damn if
Molly hadn’t been that woman for him.  Then and now.

His smile
only widened as Devlynn’s dark head popped up from her mother’s neck as they
moved into the room, the alert baby’s attention drawn by the change in scenery.

He was
certain that he would never cease to be amazed by the sight of this tiny,
perfect little combination of Molly and him.  From the moment she’d made her
loud, irritated entrance into this bright, shiny new world and screamed her
displeasure, this child had held him in her thrall.  He was unashamed to admit
that he was unapologetically hooked on his gorgeous kid.  Her birth had forever
changed him and every time he saw her, something deep inside of him warmed.

Not that he’d
be sharing that shit with anybody but his wife and his kid.   He did have a
reputation as a master asshole to uphold and cultivate.  No, as far as the rest
of the world was concerned, he was still the biggest, nastiest badass corporate
takeover genius south of the Mason Dixon line.  With a heart of stone and blood
like ice, he decimated his competitors with cold skill.  That was his story and
he was sticking to it.

His wife, he
accepted, knew otherwise.  And if the amused look in her eyes was any
indication, his grandmother saw right through his act, too.

Oh, well, he
thought confidently, he’d make sure he was on top of his game before his precious
Devlynn began to date.  Grunting as his Nana pushed aside the arms he was
already holding out to his daughter, he sighed as the elderly woman pushed
herself out of her comfortable chair and couldn’t help laughing.  Kathleen
Delancy might have most of the world fooled into thinking she was just a
harmless, feeble geriatric, but he knew better.  When it came to claiming time
with her one and only great granddaughter, Kathleen Delancy had the strength of
an NFL linebacker and the cunning of a fox entering the hen house.  In short,
grandma got game. 

Reaching
automatically for her favorite little person in the world, Nana cooed, “Come to
your nanny, wee one.  It’s been a whole three days since I’ve held ye in me
arms and they feel empty without me little darlin’ in ‘em.  I think ye papa has
been tryin’ to keep ye all to hisself, hasn’t he?”

Knowing he’d
lost his chance to spend time with his tiniest fan, Devil watched as Molly
laughingly handed over their only child to the woman who’d raised him.  He’d
simply have to console himself by copping a feel of his wife.  Slipping one arm
around Molly’s waist, he pulled her back against his chest as he bent to nuzzle
her ear.  Keeping one eye on his Nana and kid, he murmured, “Well, the good
news is that at least if she’s holding Devlynn, she won’t be tryin’ to assault
our guests with kitchen implements.  Think I should make a grab for the spoon
while she’s occupied?”

Turning her
head to press a kiss against her husband’s cheek, Molly grinned.  “That
depends,” she whispered back, “Do you actually
need
all
of your
fingers or not?”

“Good point,”
Devil averred, rocking his pelvis against the curve of her ass.  “Well, now
that the old one is occupied and our daughter is in capable hands, I say you
and me ditch this party and find a quiet corner to get to know one another
again,” he suggested huskily, deeply inhaling Molly’s intoxicatingly unique
scent.  Vanilla and honeysuckle.  It was a smell that went straight to his dick
every damn time. 

“And poor
Nick?” Molly asked softly, inclining her head slightly toward where their unhappy
friend sat alone, morose and silent, on the sofa.  “What do we do about him?”

“Hell if I
know,” Devil grumbled, wondering how much longer Sofia and Gino Santino were
gonna keep them all waiting.  “Hopefully, in a couple of hours, we can come off
his suicide watch.  Speaking of, where’d you stash Mr. Bitchy McBitterness?  I
haven’t heard Armando whine about something in at least a half hour.  Did you
give into temptation, gag him, and stuff his ass in the pantry?” he asked,
perhaps a bit too hopefully.  The truth was he loved Armando like a brother,
but if the guy didn’t find something better to do with his time than ruin
Devil’s chances of getting laid soon, he was gonna have to kill him and put
them all out of their misery.

“Hush,” Molly
chastised him huffily.  “Mannie is just sensitive right now.  You know he’s
hurting.”

“Yeah, I
know.  So is Nick.  That’s why we’re hosting this little soiree.  To get these
two little pricks back on the same page,” Devil said as much to remind himself
as he was to remind Molly.

Both Devil
and Molly turned as they heard Armando stomp into the room, the custom made
bells he’d had attached to his Italian loafers heralding his arrival.  “Speak
of the diva and one shall appear… with bells on,” Devil muttered as Mannie made
his grand entrance with a loud, mournful sigh. 

“When
is
this dinner party from Hell going to get underway?  I’ve had waxings that were
less painful than this little get together you planned, chica,” Mannie
questioned Molly as he walked into the living room, steadfastly ignoring his
lover staring at him with lovesick eyes from the sofa.

Stepping out
of Devil’s arms, Molly frowned at her best friend.  “Mannie, you promised if I
loaned you that Hermes scarf you’ve been lusting after that you’d be on your
best behavior and listen with an open mind to what Nick has to say over a nice
dinner among friends.  This does
not
sound like an open mind to me. 
That sounds like I might need to get my scarf back,” she accused, propping her
hands on her hips as she tapped her foot against the tiled floor. 

“You’re just
jealous that I can pull off this look better than you,” Mannie declared
dismissively, toying with the silk sapphire scarf tied around his neck like an
ascot.  I make this look
good.
”

“You make
everything look good, Tesoro.  So perfect, you could have been sculpted by
Michelangelo,” Nick stated tenderly, staring at Armando from his seat before
slowly rising to cross the room.  “You never fail to steal my breath.”

“Ha!” Mannie spat,
tossing his head back as he crossed his arms over his chest.  Dressed in a
casual white linen suit, he looked every inch the GQ Model he’d once been.  “I
might have believed those lines before I found out what a lying liar you were,
but no more!  Armando is smarter than you have ever given him credit for
being!”

“Aw, Christ,
Molly,” Devil groaned, frowning at the two men in the center of the room. 
“He’s talking about himself in the third person again.  You promised me you
talked to him about that.  I clearly remember you offering him a raise with my
hard earned money if he would refrain from doing that.  I also recall that he
took the money!”

“I really
think that’s the least of our worries, Devil,” Molly whispered violently,
smoothing her hands nervously up and down the navy pencil skirt she wore. 
Taking a half step toward the couple, she said, “Now, boys, let’s keep it civil
here.  We’re here today to try to clear the air, remember?”

“And that’s
exactly what I’m doing,” Mannie returned snottily.  “Unlike some, I don’t
believe in blowing smoke up someone’s ass and telling them just what they
want
to hear.  Armando tells the truth.  The whole truth!  And nothing but the
TRUTH!  Even when it hurts.  Even when it
kills
.  Armando tells truth,”
he concluded, appearing to take smug delight in the pained look blanketing
Nick’s face.

“Baby, I have
never
lied to you….” Nick began to explain, trying to catch Mannie’s
hand in his before the ex-model took a step back and shook his head.

“No!  This is
biggest lie you have told yet!  Step back, you lying liar before the lightning
strikes
me
by mistake!” Mannie yelled, the sound disturbing the normally
calm Devlynn where she laid in Nana’s arms.

“Alright,
children,” Nana said, holding her grandbaby closer as she moved to the arguing
men.  “That’ll be enough out of both of ye,” she scolded, her Irish accent
thickening.  “I’ll beat ye both ta death with me spoon if ye scare this bairn
again!”

“And if she
doesn’t kill you, I promise you, I will,” Devil growled, his gaze narrowing on
the two men now glaring at each other.