Scorched (Sizzle #2) (13 page)

Molly felt
Devil leaning toward her.   “For once, I really wish we had Samantha here to
turn loose on her,” she heard him whisper against her ear.  She nodded.  “Me,
too,” she murmured back to him.

“My God! 
Enough, Sofia!” Gino bellowed, speaking for the first time since the
conversation began.  “I. Have. Heard.  Enough!!!!!!!!” he shouted again, making
his wife jump as she turned sharply to look at her husband.  Grabbing her arm
and giving her a quick shake, he exhaled a long stream of air through his nose
as he scowled at her.  “Do you honestly believe that you have the power to
browbeat the gay right out of our son?” he shouted, throwing his arm out in a
wide arc to gesture at Nick.  “Is that what you believe?”

“Mmmmm,”
Armando hummed appreciatively, blinking at the exchange.  “Go, papi!”

“Shhhhh,”
Nick hissed, holding Mannie’s hand tightly.  “I don’t know what’s happening,”
he whispered frantically.  “He’s
never
yelled at Mother in my life!”

“That’s
because she never let me get a word in edgewise,” Gino informed his son
irritably before turning back to his wife.  “But those days are over.  OVER,
Sofia, do you hear?”

“Gino,” Sofia
hissed, her cheeks red with embarrassment. 

“No!  I’ve
listened to quite enough.  In fact, I’ve heard so much that my stomach turns,”
he bit out, beyond angry now. 

“I know!”
Sofia returned, reaching for his hand.  “The way our boy is throwing his life
away on this sick, depraved man….” She began, throwing her arm out toward
Armando.

“Damn it,
Mother!  I love him and if you don’t show him some respect….. You know what? 
No.  I’m done,” Nick thundered.  “You wanna know my
choice
?  It’s him. 
Armando.  I choose Armando Savage, and I pray with everything that I am that he
chooses me in return,” he concluded, turning to stare at the man he loved. 
“You wanna disown me for following my heart and loving a man?  Go ahead.  Do
your worst.  You’re the ones losing out.  Because being loved by this amazing
man,” he continued, squeezing Armando’s hand in his, “It’s made me better and
stronger than I ever thought I could be, and you’re both fools for passing up
the chance to know that kind of wonderful.”

“Awwwww,”
Molly whispered, blinking back tears and sniffling while she leaned her head
against Devil’s shoulder and watched Nick make his stand.

“Now,
you
make
a choice mother,” Nick continued.  “Refrain from your uptight judgments
regarding me and my future husband… or leave.  If you stay, I’d love you to
have dinner with us and get to know your future son-in-law, but if not, please
just go.”

“Pick leave,
pick leave, pick LEAVE,” Devil entreated in a whisper from his position at
Molly’s side.

Stunned,
Sofia looked from her son to her husband.  “Did you hear how your son just
talked to his mother?  Aren’t you going to say something?!”” she asked Gino in
outrage.

Gino merely
stood and blinked at his wife for several long seconds.  “Yes, Sofia, I do want
to say something.  Something important.”

Impatiently,
Sofia huffed out an agitated breath.  “Well!  Say it!” she ordered.

Turning to
look at his son, Gino smiled, his bluish-grey eyes sparking with humor and
goodwill.  “What’s for dinner, boys?”

Devil

Well, their
mission had been a resounding success, but not without its challenges. After
all, every good mission had to have a few hiccups to keep things fresh and
interesting, right?

Happily, Nick
and Armando were completely reconciled.  Sofia Delancy’s actions and attitude
had convinced Mannie that Nick had, indeed, been trying to protect him all
along.  Even better, Nick had disowned his mother when she’d steadfastly
refused to accept who he was.  But the biggest surprise of the day had come
from Nick’s own dad.

Turns out,
Old Man Santino was as tired of his wife’s narrow-minded views as the rest of
them were.  And, he, too, had been ready to do something about it.  So, after Nick
had announced that he was disowning his mother, Gino had declared his own
independence.  Yep, right there in the middle of Devil’s living room, he’d
demanded a divorce.

Devil wasn’t
entirely sure, but he was reasonably certain there were pieces of Sofia Santino
still attached to his ceiling.  And he’d never needed to say a word to make the
old bat’s head explode.  Nick and Gino had done all the work.  He’d merely been
a very entertained guest at the show.

Mannie had
publicly forgiven Nick shortly thereafter, and they’d all adjourned to the
dining room to feast on prime rib and mashed potatoes while Sofia (or the witch
bitch as Devil had taken to calling her in private) had waited outside for a
cab.

Watching
Armando and Nick canoodle on the couch across from him now, Devil sighed but
remained silent.  Usually, those two playing kissy face would make him feel….
for lack of a better word…. awkward.  But it wasn’t because he was a bigot or
anything…. He didn’t appreciate it when a straight couple decided to put on a
bedroom show in the middle of the den.  No, mostly it just made him jealous
that he wasn’t currently smooching
his
wife.  He’d been watching them go
at it for the last half hour because…. Honestly, they’d both earned it. 

But he did
have his limits.

Clearing his
throat, Devil watched as the two men continued on with their liplock.  Rolling
his eyes when they merely kept going at it on his expensive leather couch, he
reached for one of Molly’s books on the coffee table, dropping it on the floor
beside his chair.  The crash echoed through the room, but the happily reunited
couple remained unfazed, their groping hands continuing on their voyage of
discovery.  (Thank God Nick’s dad had opted to go back to the hotel after
lunch.  While he was trying to be supportive of Nick’s lifestyle, this shit
more than likely would have pushed him over the edge.)

“Are you
kidding me?” he muttered, glancing over his shoulder to see if his Molly had
returned from the guest house where their Nana resided.  His wonderful grandmother
had agreed to keep their own little nugget of happiness overnight so that he
and his wife could have a nice, relaxing evening together to celebrate their
victory, and Molly had accompanied her home so that she could carry the baby’s
bag.  Now, he just needed to evict these two horny hormones from his house so
that he could have his own private party.

 Flustered
when the two men continued to neck like teenagers despite the crash of the book
on the floor, Devil rose and crossed to the wet bar.  Grabbing a plastic bottle
of water, he calmly twisted the cap off and moved back to stand in front of the
couch (that was rapidly devolving from being a couch to being an early wedding
present for the amorous couple).  Lifting the bottle, Devil generously doused
both their heads with the cold water and waited.

“Ay!  Papi! 
What the hell is wrong with you?” Armando yelled as he jerked away from his
lover.

“Was that
really necessary, Devil?” Nick growled at the same time, lifting a hand to wipe
the water from his eyes.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,
it was necessary.  Fuck, more than necessary.  It’s essential to my continued
sanity,” Devil answered, straight-faced.  “While Molly and I are thrilled that
you two have rededicated yourselves to each other and the sun is shining, birds
are singing, and you two are together, we’re gonna need you both to get the
hell out of our house,” he explained calmly.  “And we need that to happen like,
well,
now
,” he belatedly added.

Nick chuckled
while Mannie’s eyebrows lifted.

“Ohhhhh Myyyy,
papi,” Mannie said slowly, lifting one hand to pat Devil’s chest, “You sound
positively desperate.  Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, you’re
a cockblocking asshole when you fight with your hubby-to-be.  I want alone time
with my wife and that can’t happen with you here.  Make like a cat and SCAT,
man!”

Laughing
loudly, Nick slapped Mannie’s arm as he stood, too.  “Trust me, we should go. 
You didn’t hear the things I did at the bar yesterday.  I’ll fill you in on the
way home,” he said, taking Mannie’s hand in his and pulling his lover toward
him.

“But I
haven’t even thanked Molly!” Mannie argued, tugging at his hand.

“I’ll forward
your appreciation,” Devil said quickly, shoving Mannie toward the front door. 
“She’ll be thrilled.”

“But….”

“No buts…no
ands or ifs, either.  Seriously, you two need to vamoose before she gets back. 
I know you both.  I’ll be listening to the three of you make last minute
preparations and plans for the wedding all night if you don’t!  And, I am
completely serious when I say that I will go homicidal crazy all over your
asses if that happens.   I
need
to get laid.  It’s become a physical
pain, damn it!  Now, I suggest you two go home and do the same,” Devil
recommended as he leaned forward and yanked open the door and pushed the pair
over the threshold.

“I am not
feeling like I’m basking in the warm glow of your love,” Armando asserted,
tripping as Devil “helped” him over the threshold (namely by putting his hand
on Mannie’s back and shoving). 

Looking at
Nick, Devil shrugged and jerked his head toward Mannie.  “Well, you better get
on the stick if that’s how he feels,” he replied, swiftly slamming the door as
the sound of both men’s amusement was noticeably dulled by the wood barrier
between them.  “Now, go home!” he shouted through the wood as he heard the back
door open and close.

Molly

Molly hummed
a happy tune as she swiftly made her way back up the bricked path that ran from
the main house to the guest house.  Things were
finally
looking up, she
thought giddily.  Mannie and Nick were back together again and stronger than
they’d ever been.  Things hadn’t gone perfectly with her idea of inviting
Nick’s parents here to work things out with him, but his father had decided to
support his choices.  And, for now, she was going to believe that having the
love of one out of two parents on his wedding day to Armando was more than
enough.  She’d start working on Sofia’s attitude while the two lovebirds were
on the honeymoon.  Until then, she would be positively overwhelmed with things
to do.

She was still
working on her mental to do list when she reached the back door to their
sprawling house, letting herself inside quickly, her high heels clicking
against the Italian tiled floor beneath her feet.  “Devil? Honey, I’m back from
Nana’s!” She called as she tossed her keys and phone on the black granite
kitchen counter.  Grabbing the apron, she looped it over her head and began
tying it behind her back when she heard her husband’s deep, annoyed voice
thunder, “Just what the hell are you doing, woman?”

Startled,
Molly frowned when she spun around to find her husband staring daggers at her. 
Pressing a hand to her thudding chest.  “Damn you, Devil!  You just scared ten
years off my life,” she accused as he slowly, methodically advanced toward
her.  His moves were smooth and graceful, like a big cat stalking his prey. 
And evidently, Molly looked like one tasty snack if the look in her husband’s
eyes were an indication.

“I’ll ask
again, Mols.  What. Are. You. Doing?” he asked, each word falling out of his
mouth with a vicious snap of his teeth.

Widening her
eyes, Molly shook her head in confusion.  She wasn’t sure why he was angry, but
he could just get over it.  She was in too good… no,
great
, a mood to
let her mercurial husband influence It.  “Well, if you must know, I was going
to clear the dining room table since the chef’s services didn’t include
clean-up and then, I was going to….”

“No.”

“No?” Molly
echoed, her head tilting as she considered her husband.  Had the man gone
crazy?  Had this most recent mess with Mannie finally pushed him over the edge?

“No,” he
confirmed again, this time shaking his head as he spoke, his eyes glittering as
they sized her up from about two feet away.

“O-kay,”
Molly replied slowly.  “What the hell is your deal, Devil?  Be happy.  The
wedding is back on, the wicked witch backed her broom right on out of here, and
thanks to Nana, we’ll have a quiet, cry-free evening without Little Miss
Devlynn.  I can get loads accomplished while….”

“Molly, get
naked,” Devil demanded in a low, insistent voice.

“What?” Molly
yelped, her own jaw dropping as his words registered with her.

“Get. 
Naked.  Now,” Devil bit out, breathing deeply as he watched her every movement.

“Devil, I’ve
still got a lot to…. Oh my God!” she shrieked, as her husband reached one hand
out and ripped the still untied apron from her hands, watching as he hurled the
cotton fabric toward the sink.  “What the hell….”

“Naked,
Molly, means no clothes,” Devil explained with exaggerated patience, following
Molly when she scrambled backward, shaking her head.

“I know what
naked means, you Neanderthal!” Molly yelled, her heart skipping a beat as Devil
smiled
that
smile at her – the one that simultaneously made her panties
melt and her stomach flip.  Holding out a hand, she cooed with a serene smile,
“Now, darlin’, you know I still have….”

“… to fuck
your husband repeatedly.  Oh, I know, sweetheart,” Devil interjected with a
wicked grin all his own.  “I can’t wait,” he declared, lunging for his wife and
catching her by the sides of her fitted silk shirt.  Putting one hand on either
side of the material, Devil pulled, too impatient to deal with the buttons.  He
wrenched the fabric apart and stifled a groan as Molly’s lovely lace covered
breasts appeared.

“Devil, I liked
this shirt!” Molly yelped, watching helplessly as tiny pearl buttons went
flying and the filmy fabric was ripped away from her chest.

“Yeah?  Well,
I love these tits, and my need to see them trumped your need to keep your shirt
in one piece.  I
did
give you a chance to strip, remember?  Actually, to
be fair, you had two chances.  I can’t help it if you didn’t take one of them,”
he murmured, drawing his index finger across the creamy flesh above her bra. 
“Goddamn, baby, you are a vision.  These breasts, Mols,” he groaned, tugging
one lacy cup aside to free her breast for his lips. “God, so gorgeous,” he
whispered just before pulling her nipple between his lips.

Okay, she
couldn’t be mad at his Tarzan tactics.  Not really.  First, her husband gave
good compliments.  And second, feeling his hands on her hips, dragging her body
closer, reminded her just how much she’d missed that needy look he was giving
her now as he released her breast from his mouth.  Placing her hands on either
side of his stubbled jaws, Molly smiled.  “Okay, I get it.  You’re horny.”

“Horny?  No. 
We passed horny about forty-eight hours ago.  I’m now officially
dying
to bury my dick inside you, Molly.  My cock doesn’t feel the ache any longer. 
Ache is too mild a word for it.  It feels the white hot pain of missing your
pussy,” he explained, pushing the material that used to comprise her blouse off
her rounded shoulders and letting it flutter to the floor. 

“Alright,
Dev.  Let me just get these dishes in the….ooommmphh,” she gasped, growling as
Devil bent and rammed his shoulder into her belly, pulling her body over his
shoulder in a firemen’s carry.  “Damn it, Devil Delancy, you put my ass down!”
she shouted, smacking his ass sharply as he marched from the kitchen,
studiously ignoring her screams.  Grunting as Devil climbed the steps, Molly
reminded herself that this wasn’t sexy.  Acting like a caveman was disgusting,
wasn’t it?  It shouldn’t make her     H-O-T that her man was simply done
talking about what he wanted and was now taking it for his own rather than
waiting for her to offer it when she was ready.

Pulled from
her musings when her husband dropped her on her back on their bed, she bounced
twice before her gaze adjusted and she zoned in on Devil.  Shaking her head as
she saw him stripping, her lips twitched as she asked, “What the hell do you
think you’re doing?”

“I’m getting
naked.  Then, I’m gonna finish getting you naked if you refuse to do it for
yourself,” Devil returned, his movements precise and clipped as he rid himself of
his suit jacket, dress shirt, and trousers in seconds.  “After that, we’re
fucking, Molly.  Long and hard, deep and dirty, babe.  You’re
done
talking about dishes and weddings and parents and babies.  Any topic that
doesn’t revolve around your pussy or my cock is hereby banned!  You got it?”

“No, I think
you should be clearer,” Molly goaded him, giggling when his face turned
purple. 

“Keep on
laughing, sweetness.  I’m curious to see how loud you can laugh when I bury
this dick inside you,” he wondered in a silky tone as he peeled his socks off. 
“Do you think you’ll still be giggling when my cock is introducing itself to
your womb?” he asked as he turned to face her, hands on his hips.

The air got
trapped in Molly’s throat as she stared at the incredibly sexy specimen her
husband made, standing there, his penis full and throbbing as it jutted toward
her.  “I….I…. d-don’t….” she stammered.

“Cat got your
tongue, sweetheart?’ Devil asked, his lips twisting into an amused smile as he
slowly approached where she lay sprawled in the center of their bed. 
Completely naked now, he stood at the side of the bed and stared down at her,
trailing the fingers of one hand from her neck to hip. 

“You know,
you could have just asked me to come upstairs with you,” Molly pointed out
breathlessly as his fingers continued to wander, visiting every hill and valley
on her torso.  “I might have surprised you and been cooperative.”

“His chest
vibrated as he laughed deeply.  “Pigs might sprout wings and fly up Armando’s
butt, too, but I doubt it.  Besides, I think you secretly enjoy it when I
finally give into my inner brute and take away your options.”

“Hmmmm,
barbarian
does
suit you on rare occasion, Delancy, but I wouldn’t make a
habit of testing out your theory,” she advised, reaching out one hand to
surround his thick phallus, stroking it from tip to root and pulling a low
groan from his lips as his head fell back on his shoulders and his eyes drifted
closed. “Believe it or not, I’ve missed you, too, honey,” she confided huskily
as her pussy tingled and her nipples pebbled in excitement.  She wasn’t lying;
while she wasn’t at Devil’s level of desperation, she’d missed sharing her body
with him, too.

Opening his
eyes, Devil bent his head to stare down at his wife, love shining in his
expressive eyes.  “Maybe we ought to finish taking off your clothes so that I
can adequately express to you just how much that feeling is returned,” he
suggested, toying with the hem of her narrow pencil skirt with one hand as he
found the button at the seam on her waist.

“That doesn’t
sound like a half bad idea,” Molly agreed as she continued sliding her hand up
and down Devil’s slick length.  She caught her breath when Devil braced one
knee against the mattress and bent to seize her mouth for a deep, possessive
kiss while his hands worked the button and zipper on the side of her skirt. 
Squirming on the bed as he slid the material down her legs and tossed it
carelessly aside, she moaned as his hand came back to rest heavily on her
still-covered mound.

“I’m glad you
approve,” Devil murmured huskily, covering her mouth again as he hooked his
fingers into the scrap of lace that constituted her panties and pulled them
slowly down her long legs.  Tossing the thong over his shoulder, he reached for
the clasp on Molly’s bra without lifting his head.  Instead, he deepened their
kiss, swirling his tongue around hers in an intimate game of hide and seek.  “I
love you, Molly,” Devil whispered as he pulled back long enough to slide the
snowy white bra down her arms and hungrily eye his wife’s heavy breasts.

Moaning as
Devil palmed one warm globe and lifted it to his mouth, Molly watched him
envelope her nipple, twirling his tongue around the hardened peak and watching
as it drew even tighter.  “God!” she gasped as he delivered the same treatment
to the opposite breast, “I love it when you do that.”

“Tits like
these deserve to be worshiped, darlin’.  And believe me, I could kneel at this
altar all night, but you’ve got so many more curves that I want to explore,”
Devil rumbled in his velvety voice as he rained kisses over the upper curves of
her breasts.

Molly felt
like she was being both bathed in pleasure and showered by bliss as Devil
traveled the hills and valleys of her body, exploring every inch of flesh with
his damp lips.  He paused every once in a while to lavish attention on certain
locales, but mostly his mouth remained on the move, content to map her body
with gentle touches of his lips.  It was slow and sensual, and everything a
woman could ask for in a lover.

Her legs
moved restlessly against his as he reached the curve of her belly and hunger
unlike anything she’d experienced before began to claw at her as Devil’s soft
lips lingered over her belly button, his devilish tongue flicking that ticklish
spot playfully.    Writhing underneath her husband’s marauding lips, Molly
giggled as her fingers speared Devil’s hair.  “Stop that!” she gasped, twisting
underneath him as their legs tangled together. 

“Tell me I’m
a sex god, then,” Devil demanded, flicking her belly button again and pulling a
high pitched squeal from his wife.

“Are you
crazy?  I will not!” Molly laughed, attempting to turn away from him onto her
belly.

Holding Molly
flat on her back with one splayed palm against her torso, Devil grinned against
her skin.  “Say it,” he demanded, moving his mouth lower, his breath teasing
against her sensitive folds. “Say it or you earn a punishment,” he warned
teasingly, lifting his head long enough to give his wife a roguish grin. 

Molly’s eyes
lit up at his not-so-scary threat.  Licking her lips slowly as her body
undulated beneath his, she shook her head.  “No,” she clipped tartly, privately
knowing that his ‘punishment’ would deliver nothing but the most sinful
pleasure.

“No, huh?”
Devil drawled, one eyebrow arching as he considered his wife beneath him.  “Is
my Molly feeling sassy tonight?” he asked, popping his open palm against her
neatly trimmed pussy.  Hearing her low moan, Devil grinned again.  “Tell me,
baby, am I going to need to fuck that sass right out of you?”

Molly offered
her husband a sexy smile and cocked her head on the pillow as she stared up at
him and said the three words guaranteed to drive him wild.  “If you can.”

Devil’s eyes
narrowed and his face flushed.  “You doubt I can?” he questioned, his voice one
step above a whisper as his cock flexed between them. 

“Well, it’s
been a long time and you aren’t getting any younger, honey,” Molly returned
with a saucy smile, silently knowing that her little goad would only make their
lovemaking hotter.  “Now, me?  I could go all night. But you….”