Chapter Twenty
Beth
Checking into the crummy motel, Beth looked around the room. It smelled horrible. Like marijuana and vomit. There were stains on the floor and what looked like dried blood in the tub. Could she have picked a worse place, Beth shuddered.
The farther Beth had gotten from the clubhouse, from Devin and Derek, the more she wondered if this was a good idea. Could she really kill her father? Could she really end the threat against her? If she was honest with herself, she wasn’t sure. But what choice did she have? It was either him or her; and Beth had no misgivings that her father, if given the choice, would choose her; he would kill her. So now, she just had to figure out if she should go to him, or have him come to her.
Standing in the quiet room, Beth heard a motorcycle outside. Looking at her phone in her hand, she thought of Devin, surprised that her phone hadn’t rung yet. She was sure Devin’s meeting with her father would have ended by now.
Suddenly, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. What if something happened? What if her father hurt Derek? Or Devin? Feeling panicked, Beth pulled up her contact list to call Devin, but was stopped by a loud knock on the motel door, causing Beth to jump. Nobody knew she was here. Slowly she creeped over to the door, looking through the peephole. Relief flooded her body when she saw a pissed-off Devin standing on the other side. For a minute, she wondered how he could have found her so quickly, but she knew. Devin was ex-military. He still had connections, still worked with Texas state and local law enforcement agencies. The Henchmen were the unnoticed heroes that helped clean up the drug and sex problems that police couldn’t legally touch without creating an international incident.
The pounding on the door continued. “Open the fucking door, Elizabeth!” Devin yelled. Beth knew he was beyond pissed; he never called her Elizabeth.
“Either open it or I’ll break it down,” he threatened. Knowing he would follow through, Beth opened the door, but left the chain in place.
“What are you doing here, Devin?” she asked through the three-inch gap.
“Step away from the door,” he said without answering her question.
“What?”
“One... Two...” He started counting. Before he could say three, Beth moved to the other side of the room.
“Three.” The door flew inward, crashing against the wall.
“Devin!” Beth screamed. “I’m going to have to pay for that!”
“I don’t give a flying fuck about the door,” Devin fumed. “I’ll pay for it. I’ll buy the entire Goddamn shithole, if that’s what you want. But what I will not do is sit back while my woman is in danger. I will not let her run from me,” he stated, stepping closer to her with each word.
Beth tried to talk, but Devin wasn’t having it. “I...”
“No!” he raised his voice again. “You have said enough, now you will listen.”
Beth arched an eyebrow. She would allow him to talk, for now. But, once he was finished, oh it was on, she thought. There was no way in hell she would let him talk to her like that. No matter how upset he was.
“Do you have any idea how I found you?” he asked. When Beth said nothing, he continued, “No? GPS and internet, sweetheart. Enter in a phone number, and five seconds later, you get an exact location. If I can trace your phone, so can your father! You put yourself in danger, Elizabeth. In. Fucking. Danger.”
Beth was stunned. Devin had never spoken to her like this. Never. He was angry, she understood that, but right now, she wasn’t in the mood for it.
“Fuck you, Devin!” she yelled back. “You do not get to speak to me that way. You do not get to yell at me!”
“Fuck me?” he said, shocked. “Are you serious right now?”
“Yes, asshole! Fuck You,” she repeated. “I’m not one of your crew. You don’t get to order me around, yell at me, or otherwise dictate what I do.”
“Oh, you’re right. You aren’t one of my crew. I didn’t have a child with one of my crew. I don’t sleep next to one of my crew. I’m not trying to build a family and future with one of my crew. And I sure as fuck don’t make love to one of my crew, Beth! That is all you!” He continued to yell, but Beth could hear the difference in the tone. He wasn’t yelling out of anger anymore. This time she could clearly hear the hurt in his voice, and it caused all of her own anger to wash away.
Beth didn’t know what to say. So, she eliminated the few steps left between them and threw her arms around Devin’s shoulders. He crushed her to him and held her tight.
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Beth. Please!” he begged. “My heart can’t handle losing you again.”
Pulling back, Beth looked into his eyes. She could see the unshed tears. Devin was always the alpha male. Strong, confident, a force to be reckoned with. But most importantly, he was hers. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his.
The kiss started off slow, sensual. But once Devin took control, it turned into a fierce blaze. Beth knew she would gladly burn if it meant she was in this man’s arms.
Devin backed her against the wall. His lips moved from her mouth, across her jaw, and down her neck. Kissing, nipping at her flesh. He moved his hands down her sides, and under her shirt. Beth was soaked before they even made it beneath the fabric.
Devin pulled her shirt over her head and set it on the table in the corner. Her bra quickly followed. When his mouth finally landed on her breast, Beth thought she would die from need. His lips closed around her nipple and she felt the pull as his teeth gently bit down on the hardened bud.
Her moans filled the room. She didn’t care if the walls weren’t soundproof. She couldn’t have kept quiet if her life depended on it.
Falling to his knees, Beth watched as Devin slowly pulled down her yoga pants, taking her panties with them. They too, ended up on the table.
“The floor is disgusting. I don’t want your clothes touching it,” he told her when he saw the smile on her face.
“I know,” she whispered.
She watched as Devin leaned into her, placing his mouth over her center. The moment his tongue touched her clit, Beth felt the orgasm rushing towards her.
“I’m going to come,” she panted.
In a matter of seconds, Devin pushed her against the wall, spread his hand across her stomach to hold her up, and bit down on the swollen bundle of nerves. The waves crashed over her. Beth moaned out her release as Devin pushed two fingers deep inside of her. As the spasms receded, Devin stood, a look of pure hunger on his face.
Beth watched as he undid his belt and pants, then let them fall around his feet. Devin grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into his arms, then forced her back against the wall for leverage.
In one swift motion, he was buried fully inside of her. Beth gasped. She felt the invasion everywhere. From the look on his face and the tension in his body, she knew this wouldn’t be a sweet reunion. This would be a wild, desperate need, a hunger that had to be fulfilled.
Devin stroked out of her, then slammed into her again. “Never. Leave. Me. Again,” he emphasized each word with a powerful stroke.
Beth wanted to tell him she would have come back. She didn’t plan to leave him permanently, but she couldn’t form the words. She just wrapped her arms around him tighter and buried her face against his chest.