Moving between them, he pressed a finger to her clit, caressing the bud. Her pu**y clenched around his cock, and he didn’t stop until she screamed out her cl**ax. When she came down from her orgasm, he gripped her h*ps and started to pound inside.
They moved together as if they’d known each other for a lifetime rather than a few chance meetings. When he was with Lacey, Whizz felt like she knew what he was going through. He trusted her vague words and the depth of pain in her eyes. He saw it, and understood it. Lacey had been through hell and was still living.
Grinding his teeth together, he thrust up inside her a final time, releasing his cum inside her body.
She collapsed against him. Her breath fanned across his neck. Stroking her hair out of the way, Whizz felt complete.
“We need to stop doing this,” she said.
“I don’t care so long as you don’t.”
He really didn’t. Their meetings weren’t hurting anyone, and he didn’t see why it was a problem.
Lacey relaxed against him, and he held her tight never wanting to let her go.
Chapter Fourteen
Devil was thankful that Vincent and Phoebe were happy to take the three kids. He’d not heard from Tiny that morning, and so he decided to leave getting in touch with the bastard. If Tiny wanted to cause a problem, Devil wasn’t going to go out of his way to fix it.
“Are you sure about this?” Devil asked, holding Lexie’s hand.
They were waiting outside the morgue at the hospital. The police had taken down the crime scene tape from the club as they all had alibis.
“I’m not sure about anything. She was my sister, and I don’t know what to think.”
She tightened her hold on him.
“Don’t think about anything, baby. Kayla was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Devil had tried, unsuccessfully, to help her get through this.
“Gonzalez went out of his way to find her, Devil. Kayla wasn’t stupid. You warned her away, and she stayed away from us. She wouldn’t have come back to Piston County willingly.” Lexie stopped as she swallowed down a sob.
Seeing the emotion on her face was tearing him up inside. Devil never did like seeing Lexie upset. When he got his hands on Gonzalez, he was going to kill him.
“She died because of us. We should have warned her or at least found someone to protect her.”
“There was nothing we could have done, Lex. She was dead to the world. Whoever she was, she wasn’t Kayla Howard.”
“What do we tell Simon?” Lexie asked.
“I told you, he doesn’t need to know about Kayla. You’re his mother, and the only woman he knows is you.” Devil wasn’t going to let his son know the truth of how he was born. Fucking a whore and the condom breaking had been his mistake. Chasing Kayla to Piston County and claiming her younger sister was a story Simon didn’t need to know about.
“This is wrong. Have you talked to Tiny?” she asked, changing the subject.
“No, and I have no intention of talking to him.”
“Do you know how childish you sound?”
Devil chuckled. “It’s the way we are together. Don’t worry. I’ll call him when I’m good and ready.”
He wasn’t going to call him until he was ready to talk to the bastard. This morning recalling what Tiny called his women had sent another rush of anger inside him. None of the women in the club were whores, and Devil refused to let him get away with it. The only chance he was giving Tiny was to get rid of Gonzalez. When that was over, then he would consider a friendship, until then, nothing.
“You’re never going to call him,” Lexie said.
“I will.”
“Don’t lie. It doesn’t become you.” She rested her head in her hand. “This is a nightmare.”
“I’m not in any rush for you to see a dead body. You shouldn’t be either.” He tugged her into his arms. She snuggled up against him.
Stroking her hair, he stared at the clinical walls around him.
“I’m still going to talk with Eva. Is that okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s okay.” Devil knew if he refused she would find some way of getting what she wanted anyway.
The door to their left opened.
“Would you like to follow me?” the cop asked.
He got to his feet and kept an arm around Lexie so she didn’t pass out. They entered a large, cool room. The inside looked like a morgue on the television.
“I want to warn you both there was bruising to her face, but if you can’t confirm we can go through dental records instead. Please, take your time. I know this must be hard.”
“I’m ready. Could you pull the blanket away?” Lexie asked.
Devil tightened his hold around her body. If he could stop this, he would have. No woman should have to be witnessing a dead body of a relative.
Staring at the woman, Devil recognized her right away from the tattoo near her collarbone. The woman on the table was Kayla Howard.
From the sob Lexie gave out, she recognized her as well.
Turning her away from the dead body, he pressed her face against his chest.
“Yes, it’s her.”
“Okay. The autopsy is complete. Will you sign here, and we’re going to release the body to you to handle the funeral arrangements.”
Devil signed the necessary paperwork. “Call the club. We’ll handle everything and thank you.”
The cop nodded and helped them to leave the room. Lexie held onto his jacket crying her eyes out.
Moving out of the morgue, he didn’t release Lexie until he got to the car. He found Death, Pussy, and Ripper waiting for him.
“Is it true?” Pussy asked.
“Yeah, Kayla was beaten and raped.” He nodded at the cop across from him, who waved in his direction. “He told me everything the autopsy report said.” Devil lowered his voice so Lexie didn’t hear. “Everett did this,” Devil said.
“How do you know?”
“On the body he tattooed his name across her stomach. It was recent, and the bastard had to have been doing it to her during the torture. He killed Kayla then went after Eva. Gonzalez is going to kill all of us. It’s only a matter of time.”
“You should call Tiny. Let him know what you’ve found out,” Ripper said.
“Do you think the bastard deserves it?” Pussy asked. “He kicked us out of his town. I say let the f**ker rot.”
“What about your wedding” Devil asked.
“Sasha wouldn’t mind getting married here. I don’t need to be in Fort Wills to make her mine.”