Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“I’m starvin’. We didn’t eat dinner because you can’t stay out of my fine ass.” Dev gave a backward swat of the hand, patting Cash’s ass. “Good thing you know how to stretch me—”
Cash gripped Dev’s bicep, stopping him from leaving the bedroom.
Deny, deny, deny…and confuse.
Verbal vomit continued to roll from his lips. “Do you know I had a sex addiction? Self-diagnosed, so it probably isn’t in your paperwork on me. I had to fight it pretty hard, but even in the best of times, I never fucked as many times in a week as you and I fuck. You’re my fantasy guy. Thank you.” Dev leaned in to peck Cash’s frowning lips.
The strong hand holding his bicep tightened. “I want to know how you did it.”
Dev sucked in air through his teeth, making a little squeaky noise, as if he were considering the answer to Cash’s question. Then he shook his head, which seemed a sufficient response.
In theory, Dev trusted Cash. The man who got inside his head, made him think he’d found someone to love and build a normal life with then betrayed him in every possible way.
Maybe trust was too strong a word.
But since then, he had thought of Cash as being on his side. Cash made himself crazy with Dev’s safety. They weren’t moving the case forward in any reasonable way because Cash’s entire focus was to keep Dev living above the ground.
As much as Cash tried to protect him, and thought that he could protect him, Cash couldn’t. Dev only had himself to keep an eye on both their backs. The only way to do that effectively was by creating chaos. Keep everything so fucked up that his old man and the Disciples brothers didn’t have time to question why the fuck Cash was waggling after Dev every place he went.
No matter how Cash played it in his undercover agent brain, his constant presence was a giant red warning flag. The agent was too pretty, too well put together, too wholesome. For now, his old man believed Cash was slumming it with biker trash. He’d said those words fifty times over the last few weeks.
Dev had even caught his old man eyeing Cash’s ass like a Grade A prime cut of beef, which had earned the filthy old man a solid punch to the gut.
The hit had been made on instinct, but the act of continuing the beating resonated in the back of his mind all the time. The stupid motherfucker had fucked all the people in Dev’s life he was going to. His old man better get Cash out of his lusty sights.
But back to his point. At some point, somebody on the Disciples’ payroll was going to figure shit out, and that was the day Cash would lose his life.
So yeah, Dev planned to keep things fucked up all the time. Technically, that was his specialty.
Dev tried to move his arm from Cash’s hold. Fire flashed through his green gaze.
“No, sir.” Cash’s expression turned fierce. He used his brawn to hold Dev in place. The theme behind about seventy-five percent of their sex. Which helped explain the weakness in his knees and the firming of his cock even at being told no.
“Tell me what you did and how you did it.” From the firm set of Cash’s strong jaw, to the penetrating green gaze, to the sweep of those stray chestnut-colored locks that refused to be tamed, this handsome man spoke straight to Dev’s heart.
He also understood nothing but the truth was going to appease his honorable secret agent man.
Okay, he’d give him what he asked for. The whole truth.
“You’re unstable and off track in how you’re runnin’ this case,” Dev said plainly. “Those dreams are fuckin’ with your reasonin’ ability. I’ve done what I had to do to keep you safe.”
Cash pushed him against the wall, a hand encasing his jaw. A knee pushed between his parted thighs. Not in a good way. His pretty boy wasn’t going for a thigh to cock massage, which was Dev’s favorite, but instead, the knee was posed to lift. The threat was real.
“I was here with you all night. You turned your phone over to Joe. How were you involved?” Cash asked, inches from Dev’s face.
Maybe he shouldn’t have smirked. The fault rested with his free-for-all facial tics that he’d never tried to control before. They just happened.
Another thing on the long list of shit he needed to work on.
“Kiss me and I’ll tell you,” Dev countered, proving he couldn’t read a room.
Cash growled. An actual growl.
“If I tell you, is it part of my immunity? You cleared my record, right?”
Cash’s hand dropped. The force he used to hold Dev in place was lost. Instead of saying the words aloud, Dev stuck his head back inside the bathroom, looking up at the ceiling. His pretty boy followed his gaze.