"You don't mind if we stay here for a while, do you babe?"

Kaylie was enveloped in Dev's arms. They were finally alone in the small apartment above the club he stayed in sometimes. It was just a bedroom and a small bathroom but it was clean and had a bed.

There were other bedrooms for rest of the Spawn throughout the clubhouse but this one was the most private and reserved for the MC President alone.

"Damn, you smell so good and I'm filthy. I shouldn't be touching you."

"I don't mind."

She hadn't answered his first question about staying in the clubhouse. He didn't press her, thank goodness. It was true that she didn't mind that he was dirty. It just felt so good to be in his arms again.

Everything else was confusing though. She wasn’t sure how she felt about any of it.

"Hmmmfff… oh God. Let me get washed up. I want to hold you."

She nodded and watched him strip down. A thrill went through her as he exposed his body to her. He was pushing his jeans down over his washboard abs when he looked up and caught her staring. He grinned and stood proudly in front of her, his arousal already evident.

"Unless you want to join me?"

Kaylie shook her head breathlessly. She was already feeling overwhelmed and needed the time to get herself together. He sniffed himself and cringed.

"Yeah, I don't blame you. I'll be out in a flash."

Kaylie smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom. She looked around the room. He didn't keep much there. A few magazines and books. Clothes. A mini fridge.

And of course, the bed… which she would be laying down on shortly. She felt butterflies fill her stomach as she looked at the tousled sheets. Would it be different this time? Now that she knew what to expect?

There was a mirror over a dresser. She walked over to it, shaking out her hair. She pulled off her sunglasses and put them aside. She stared into her eyes and tried to figure out what she was going to do… she knew what she wanted but she didn't know what she could handle… not yet.

There was only one way to find out.

Pictures were taped to the edges of the mirror. Johnny with a young Devlin and a pretty woman who must have been their mom. She traced the picture with her finger. He looked so young.

But he already stood with bravado, clearly aware of his position as the man of the house. He couldn't have been older than sixteen and yet he looked utterly confident in every way.

So young, but already a man. Already a protector.

It must have killed him that he couldn't save them.

She felt him behind her then. She closed her eyes as he pressed his body against her back, wrapping his damp arms around her waist. As confused as she was, she wanted this. She felt herself instantly surrender.

He kissed the crook of her neck as her head fell back onto his shoulder. Hot spirals of desire shot through her body. She knew that whatever her decision was, she would never have anything like this with anyone else.

The connection they had was special. Intense. Once in a lifetime.

She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her in the reflection of the mirror. He was looking at her with a fierce look in his gaze. Affection, tenderness, possessiveness and something else...

Pure heat.

Her mouth opened in response to the dark look in his eyes. His hand slid up her body to cup her breast as he held her facing the mirror. He played with her nipples through her silky shirt before letting his hand drop to the hem of her skirt.

She started panting as he slid his hand up under her skirt to find her panties. Without breaking eye contact, he started to tease her, stroking the line of her cleft.

She should have been shy or embarrassed but she wasn’t. She could not have pulled her eyes from his no matter how hard she tried. So she didn’t bother.

She gave into the delicious feelings he was creating in her as he toyed with her body. He was clearly not in a hurry, despite everything he'd said before. Finally he pulled her panties down and started to explore her body in earnest. He released her waist and she leaned forward slightly, gripping the edge of the dresser for support.

She moaned as she felt him lift her skirt from behind and hold the tip of his cock at her entrance. He was staring down at the place where their bodies met with heavy lids. He glanced up at her just before he pushed forward. He was making sure she was ready, that she wanted him. He was asking permission.

Whatever he saw on her face was more than enough.

He grunted as the tip of his shaft slid inside her. He held her hips with both hands as he pressed forward. Watching him in the mirror was intoxicating. Everything about him was.

He changed her. His touch had branded her. Broken the hard shell she kept around herself for all these years. When she looked over at herself she didn't even recognize the wanton woman in the mirror.

The woman being fiercely taken from behind.

And loving it.

As soon as he was fully inside her everything changed. He dipped his hips and circled them, changing the pressure and angle without withdrawing. She would have fallen over at the sensation if he hadn't gripped her shoulder with one hand. His other hand slipped down and under her skirt again, toying with her clit.

"Ohhhhh…"

He grinned at her reflection in the mirror as he worked her body with incredible skill, taking what he wanted but giving so much more. His finger picked up speed as he ground himself deep inside her, making her clench down on him without thought.

"Unfff… oh Kaylie… yes, babe… that’s it…”

She was whimpering like an animal as he brought her closer and closer until she finally tipped over the edge. Her body shook convulsively as he pumped himself into her with greater force now, rising out her orgasm.

She was gripping him unconsciously when she started to come again a few minutes later. She felt his shaft jerk inside her. Then he leaned forward over her, thrusting wildly as he unleashed himself inside her.

He didn't stop moving until they were both spent. Then he held himself deep inside her, as her body tugged at his shaft, wanting each and every drop.

He kissed her neck tenderly before pulling himself from her body. He bent down and slowly pulled her panties back up from her ankles, smiling wickedly at her in the mirror. She closed her eyes as he adjusted her clothing back to normal.

She opened her eyes and looked at herself. You would never know the proper young woman standing there had just screwed like an animal and loved every second of it.

Dev was pulling clean clothes on. She noticed he didn't bother with undershorts again. The man obviously preferred going commando. He grinned at her and sat on the bed, patting the spot beside him. She walked over and sat down.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

He put his hand on hers and she got a terrible feeling that he was about to say something she didn't want to hear.

"Kaylie…"

"Yes?"

"Did Officer Grant mess with you- or touch you in any way?"

She looked at him, surprised by the question.

"What do you mean?"

"I won't be angry with you, sweetheart. You can tell me. Did he make you do anything?"

"No."

She looked away and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling ashamed. She'd done her best to put the whole thing out of her mind, and now he wanted her to revisit it? He put his hand on her back and stroked her soothingly.

"Kaylie? You can tell me. I gotta know sweetheart."

She took a deep breath.

"He didn't touch me. He just- looked at me."

She felt Devlin tense up beside her.

"What do you mean? Tell me exactly what happened, Kaylie."

"He drove me home and he kept saying things about you- about how people call you ‘sloppy seconds’ sometimes and he wanted to know if I knew what that meant."

Devlin cursed under his breath.

"Kaylie-"

Once the words started she couldn't stop them from pouring out.

"He told me what it meant. He said you had a different girl every night and the rest of the club took them when you got bored with them. He said he'd wait in line for sloppy seconds like me. He told me that I was damaged goods around here now that I'd been with you but that he wouldn't mind."

Devlin's hand stopped stroking her back as she felt him clench his hand into a fist.

"Kaylie I swear to you that this is not like that. You are not like that. Not to me, or any-"

"And then- when we finally got back to town- to my street- he pulled over and he wouldn't- he wouldn't-"

His hand was back, holding her tightly around the waist, his head leaning into hers, resting it on hers, as if he was trying to absorb her pain.

"He wouldn't unlock the door. He just- looked at me. You know. At my chest. And- lower… He just sat there licking his lips and staring at me."

Devlin cursed and stood up.

"He's a dead man."

She swallowed back tears. She hadn't told her mother or anyone what Grant had done. What he had implied that he could and would do. Soon.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I promise you that will never happen again. He's gonna pay for that. In spades."

"No- please- I don't want you to get into more trouble. I want you to be safe. Please don’t break the law for me, Devlin!"

She stepped into his arms and stared up at him. He was furious. His jaw was locked and the look in his eyes would have been terrifying if it hadn't been anger on her behalf. It was still beyond intimidating.

She'd never seen him like this. But she had to make him promise her. She loved him. She couldn't let him do something stupid on her behalf.

She loved him.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Even after everything, she wanted to be his.

"Promise me, Devlin!"

He took a deep breath and nodded once, sharply.

"Good. Because I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you- not because of me…"

She stood up and walked out of the room. Her pace quickened in the hallway until she was on the stairs, then running through the clubhouse to the street.

She was out of the gate and a block away before he caught up- banging on the fence and calling her name. But he couldn't go after her. She'd known that when she ran.

The cop car was already parked outside.