Thief: Devil's Own MC (10 page)

Afterwards, Blake nuzzled me. I looked into his eyes and he ran a hand through my hair. “That was awesome,” he said quietly, pulling me close.

I nodded sleepily. “I’m exhausted,” I said with a yawn. Blake reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed a blanket, pulling it up and covering us both. “Can we sleep for a while?”

Blake started stroking my hair and before I knew it, I was out like a light.

In the morning, I felt shy again. My hair had dried wavier than normal from the rainstorm and I blushed when I realized that Blake had been watching me sleep. He chuckled when I pulled the blanket around my body, shielding my breasts from his prying eyes.

“Babe, it’s not like I can un-see your tits,” he said with a smirk. “And they’re so beautiful, can I look? Please?” He gave me a mock-pouty face and finally I grinned, dropping the blanket back on the bed. The air chilled me and when he stepped closer, I expected more sex. Instead, Blake covered me back up.

“I know you’re freezing,” he said with a smirk. “I just wanted to see you again.”

I bit my lip and grinned self-consciously. “Feel like getting some breakfast?”

Blake shook his head. “I have to work,” he said. “Oh, this is for you.” I watched as he pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket. When he handed it over, I gasped. There was well over three thousand dollars in cash—enough for the rent I owed, plus a little extra for next month. I gaped at him.

“I can’t take this,” I said, shoving the envelope back into his hand. “Really, I can’t. Thank you, but it’s too much.”

Blake shook his head. “You’re taking it, Sarah,” he said. “Don’t even fight me on this.”

I rolled my eyes. “Blake, it’s too much,” I said firmly. “I don’t feel comfortable accepting this from you.”

Blake pushed the envelope firmly into my hands and closed my fingers around the paper. “You have to,” he said with a smirk. “I can’t take it, Sarah. That’s your money. Go pay your rent. You don’t wanna be evicted, do you?”

I shook my head. “No,” I said, looking down. “But this is too much. I can’t repay you, at least not right now.” I exhaled sharply. “Probably not for a really long time if you want the truth. I’m sorry.”

Blake nodded. “This isn’t a loan, it’s a gift,” he said. “It’s yours. Take it.”

I blushed and finally tucked the envelope into my purse. “Okay,” I said finally. “But let me do something for you later. Let me cook dinner for you tonight. And don’t show up with wine or anything, let me do all the work.”

Blake nodded again and he grinned. My heart did a swoop and I felt like little hearts were floating around my head.
You’ve got it bad, Sarah
, I told myself.
Just remember to watch out
.

Chapter Seventeen

Blake

I couldn’t stop grinning to myself as I swaggered out into the parking lot, the obvious sign of a man who’s been well-laid. I kept up the grin all the way to work, even through a shitty traffic jam, and bought coffee for the Tinder’s morning manager. He smiled at me for once, and it caught me off-guard.

“Nice to see you on time this morning,” he said with a grin. “Let’s try to keep that up, shall we?”

I rolled my eyes after he’d walked away. Even that prick couldn’t ruin the amazing mood that little sweet Sarah had put me in. Every time I thought about her, my cock twitched and stiffened in my pants. I couldn’t believe the effect she had on me; no woman had ever been able to touch me the way that Sarah had. When she’d pressed her tight little body against mine and fucked me slowly, I thought I was going to explode and die from the pleasure. I wanted her over and over again, and I knew that no many how many times I got her, it still wouldn’t be enough. Thinking about sharing the night with her made me feel even better; I couldn’t believe I got the same little sweet piece of ass two nights in a row.

Even the well-dressed customers of Tinder’s couldn’t keep my mind off of Sarah. Darkly, I wondered what she would do now. I expected that she couldn’t go back to the bar, but maybe she’d be able to find another kind of job. I thought hard about all the people I knew who would maybe hire her. Finally, it struck me: Red had been talking about hiring a secretary for the longest time. I didn’t think Sarah had gone to college, but that didn’t matter. She was whip-smart and in desperate need of cash, plus she was gorgeous. I didn’t think Red would turn her down.

Around noon, the store was empty save for me and one of the other employees, who was staring at his phone. He looked around the room and caught my eyes.

“What?” He pushed his glasses up the rim of his nose. “Why are you staring at me?”

“It seems weird that the store gets so empty at this time of day,” I said. “Don’t you think it would be busier during lunch, when people are taking time from their jobs?”

The kid looked at me like I’d suggested that the Earth was flat. “Why do you think about this shit, man?” he asked with a groan. “God, just watch the parking lot, will you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, kid,” I told him. “I’m leaving in a few hours and then you’re on your own.”

He looked at me. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. “Hey, kid,” I said. “You remember that hot chick who came in here, the redhead? Was she always alone, or did she bring someone with her?”

The kid got an excited look on his face when I mentioned Sarah and jealousy flared through me. I wanted to go over there and wipe that stupid little smirk off his face. Part of me hated that I was feeling jealous; jealousy was never a good sign. But I already knew that no matter what, I was feeling incredibly attracted to Sarah. Nothing could have pushed me away from her.

“She was alone,” he said finally, sobering up when he caught wind of my murderous look. “She never came in with anyone else. She used to flirt with one of the clerks.”

The streak of jealousy that had pulsed through me now threatened to turn on its head and I glared. “I’m sure,” I said smoothly. “That’s all,” I added. “You can go back to ignoring the store now. That’s what I’m here for.”

The kid rolled his eyes and I let my mind drift off and think of Sarah.
Snap out of it, asshole
, I told myself.
She’s just a girl. She’s not anything permanent, and you both know it
. But still, part of me couldn’t help but wonder what would happen now that this was all over. I imagined if Sarah wound up working for Red, I’d see her on a pretty regular basis. With any other woman, I would have dreaded the prospect, but I actually looked forward to seeing her around. I had a feeling that I would be calling and dropping by her apartment. Very, very often.

The day seemed to drag by. It was torturously slow. Tinder’s had never been exactly bustling, but normally a good crowd of people stuck their heads in. Today, I only counted ten people. “Are y’all not getting engaged anymore?” I joked as a young couple entered the store. “Seems like no one is today.”
 

The girl blushed. “We’re talking about it,” she said, looking down. “We’re going to look at promise rings.”

Her boyfriend looked away, clearly unhappy that his girl was talking to the big, hulking security guard. “Come on,” he said under his breath. “I have to be back at work by one.”

I rolled my eyes as he dragged her away over to the selection of silver and white gold promise rings. She was cute, but didn’t touch Sarah with a ten-foot pole.
Stop comparing every other woman to Sarah
, I ordered myself.
You know she’s probably just a temporary fix

The hours crawled by. I felt my phone buzz a couple of times in my pocket. The first was Sarah, letting me know that she’d paid her rent. I thought about asking her for naked pictures as a “payment,” but then remembered the gross misstep that Roger had taken with the photos of her. I decided that asking her for nudes wouldn’t be a good idea. She asked me what I wanted for dinner and I told her that it didn’t matter, my mind was clearly on her and not whatever we were about to eat. Just texting with her made me grin from ear to ear. And I couldn’t wait to tell her about Red and the job offer, if it was still available. I felt like she’d be overjoyed.
Maybe she’ll give me a special thank you
, I thought, my cock chafing in my pants.
Who knows?

Thinking of her all day had been torture. I was more than relieved when it was time to go home and shower. I hadn’t showered that morning and I could still catch a whiff of her trademark vanilla-chili scent on my skin if I moved quickly. She was on my mind the whole time I rode back to my apartment; I almost got hit by a car, twice. Even the cursing drivers didn’t put a damper on my mood. I couldn’t believe that I’d somehow found someone like Sarah. She was everything that I’d ever wanted, and possessing her was like magic.

I groaned as thoughts of her naked body filled my mind. Letting myself in, I walked back to the bedroom and collapsed, closing my eyes and falling into a dark sleep.

“Blake,” Sarah called in a teasing voice. “Blaaaaake, come back to bed!”

I growled and pounced on her naked body, sending her flying to the other side of the mattress. Delicious peals of laughter rang out from her mouth and as she looked at me, I felt my erection swell even more. “You’re crazy,” I growled at her. “Do you know what you’re doing to me? Look at this,” I pointed down. “You’re owning me, Sarah.”

She smiled coyly and lay on her back, spreading her legs so I could see every inch of her perfect pussy. My mouth went dry as she moaned and slipped her fingers down her belly, softly massaging her labia. Wetness leaked out of Sarah’s pussy onto the bed and I thought that I was going to go mad with lust. I growled as I watched her spread her labia with soft fingers and explore herself, twitching and moaning whenever her fingers rubbed over her clit. I moved closer but Sarah opened her jewel green eyes and stared at me.

“Stay there,” she said in a breathy voice. “You can’t touch me, you just have to watch.”

I twitched and a bolt of desire went through my body. Sarah closed her eyes and slid her other hand down her breasts, caressing and toying with herself. She moaned softly and spread her legs as wide as they could go, slipping her hand down her belly and rubbing her pussy with it. Moving closer, I crept between her legs and got to my knees. I leaned in until I was only a few inches away from her delicious body. The scent of Sarah’s arousal mixed with her sweat and vanilla perfume was enough to drive me mad. As she rubbed her clit in small circles with her thumb, she slipped her other fingers inside of herself, groaning with the added stimulation. I watched intently as her pale hands turned wet and shiny from her juices and leaned closer, licking at her fingers as she pleasured herself. Sarah gasped and pulled one hand away, letting me lap at her skin as she continued to rub her clit in slow circles. I licked the insides of her labia, savoring her taste, before plunging my tongue inside of her pussy and lavishing her with attention. Sarah’s cries grew louder and louder and her hand was moving fast and hard on her little clit. I could feel her juices gushing into my mouth and covering my face as she came. Her pussy twitched and clenched and spasmed around my tongue, and slowly she slipped her hand away from her swollen clit.

“That was incredible,” Sarah panted. “Thank you for watching me.”

She grinned and got to her hands and knees, crawling towards me and kissing me wetly. I gasped as her mouth sucked at my lips and tongue, licking her scent and fluids off of me. The kiss deepened and I slipped my tongue into her soft mouth, tasting her and loving it more than I ever had before.

Sarah gently broke the kiss and pulled away. “Now you can watch me do something else,” she teased. I watched as she placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me backwards so I landed on my ass. My cock throbbed with arousal and Sarah eyed it slowly, crawling down on her elbows and sticking her perfect, heart-shaped ass into the air. I watched as she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around the head of my cock. Groaning, I shifted my weight onto my elbows and propped myself up on the bed so that I could watch her. Sarah opened her bright green eyes and locked them with mine as she licked and sucked at the head of my cock. I groaned loudly. She was torturing me!

“You’re killing me,” I groaned. “Oh my god, woman, what are you doing to me?”

Sarah didn’t answer; she only grinned and placed a hand around the base of my cock, gently stroking it up and down in time with her mouth. She kept her eyes open and on me for a long time as she moved her mouth up and down, swathing my cock in warm, wet, delicious moisture. I grunted with pleasure as she ran her tongue along the sensitive spot under the head. When I thought I was going to come, I leaned back and thrust upwards. But Sarah stopped. She looked at me, with my cock still in her mouth, and a trail of saliva dripped from her lips. I groaned loudly.

“Please,” I begged. “Please make me come, Sarah.”

She grinned at me. “Yes, Daddy,” she said softly before resuming her delicious ministrations. In no time, I was coming and she pulled away and let me bathe her face with my seed. When I had finished shaking, Sarah opened her eyes and looked at me.

“You taste so good,” she said, licking her lips. “I always want you, Blake. I need you.”

Another shiver of lust coursed through me and I reached for her, grabbing her and pulling her close. Sarah shrieked with delight and I growled, nuzzling into her neck and biting her again and again.

Suddenly, there was a loud thump and we both looked up. My bedroom door slammed open, so hard that it bounced off of the wall. I glared. “Who the fuck is that?” I cried out. There was no answer. Pulling a blanket over Sarah’s naked body, I climbed out of bed and tugged on a pair of shorts. “Hello?” I called out again. “Who’s there? Come and fight like a man, asshole!”

“Blake, I’m scared,” Sarah said from the bed. I looked over; she looked like a shivering little girl. It tugged at my heart but I knew that I had to keep us safe.

“Stay here,” I instructed her. “I’ll be right back.”

There was a loud crash from the living room just as I was tugging on my briefs. Grabbing a gun from my dresser, I tucked it into my waistband and grabbed the crowbar that I kept behind the door.

“Come on,” I called. “Don’t make me come get you, asshole.”

There was no reply, and I stepped further into the hallway. Sarah squeaked behind me and I turned around with a finger over my mouth. She nodded silently and I closed the bedroom door behind me. Stepping as silently as I could, I made my way into my living room. There was a masked figure staring at the wall with his back to me, and I called out, grabbing my gun and aiming it at him.

“Asshole, turn around!” I snarled. The figure didn’t move. Stepping closer, I laid a hand on his shoulder and grabbed his body. The man’s body was surprisingly cold and I jerked my hand away. He was wearing a ski mask but it was so dark in the room that I couldn’t see the color of his skin under the mask. His eyes were big and black, and they looked like they were all pupil. Fear coursed through me for the first time. There was something about him that didn’t seem natural.

“You’ve come to fight?” the man asked, sounding amused. He rocked back on the balls of his feet and stared at me. “And just what do you think that accomplishes, hm? Probably nothing, if I had to guess,” he added. “Don’t you know that I’ve been looking for you the whole time?”