Broken Road

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

“Are you sure,” Mr. Canter breathed in Devil’s ear.

   A strong lean hand cupped her cheek gently and the other slid up her side pulling her closer to the warmth of his body. Her body was shivering, but oddly enough it wasn’t from being scared at him being so close. She was excited and sad deep in her heart, but it wasn’t wrong.

   There was the voice in her head asking her how she could do this to her sister who she had just found out who died only a few days ago, but she knew her sister had to have planned it in the slightest way.

   Devil squeezed her eyes closed against the tears that finally wanted to come and nodded.

   “Do you really?” Winthrop asked her. He needed to hear it from her lips; he needed to know that it was okay. He felt even though he held her in his arms that she was so far away, her pain eating away at her.

   He wanted to take away that pain that was so plainly written on her face, but he knew he should stop what he was doing. Winthrop start to pull away but she sank her nails into his back and wrapped her body around his, stopping him from leaving.

   “Don’t you dare leave me now. You said ‘as I wish’ and I wish. You said you’ll make me forget, so make me forget,” Devil whispered in his ear.

   Winthrop shivered and wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t know if I can keep myself in check and not hurt you. You’re so small.”

   She glared into his eyes and slowly her expression melted into a soft smile. “It doesn’t matter. I want you.”

    That was all it took.

   Mr. Canter pressed his lips to hers in a demand that she give him everything and for the first time in her life she gave it to a man. Gave him control over her and her body. She was ready to be selfish and take everything she wanted.

    When everything separating them was gone Devil started to feel the need for him. She rubbed up against him and he stilled her with a rough chuckle.

   “Not so fast, little lady. I want to take my time.” His voice was rough and ragged as her breath and she trembled.

   She was hot all over and felt as if she was going to melt as every touch. When his hand went from her waist to a much lower spot she sucked in a breath at the feelings of his hot fingers.

    “What are you doing?” she gasped.

   His hands stilled, he looked her in the eyes. “No one has ever done this to you before?”

    There’s no way, Winthrop thought.

   Devil bit her lip and shook her head, cheeks painted red with embarrassment.

   Oh brother, what you lost. How beautiful she is.

   A roguish smile curled over his lips and he leaned down to kiss the curve of her breast. “What a gift.” He set back to his work and soon she was tense and begging silently for something she didn’t even know she was begging for.

    The pressure was becoming too much and her body was bowed and ready for a release, but to release what she didn’t know. “Please…”

   “Soon,” he promised.

   She shook his head, he didn’t understand. “Please…”

    Her desperate plea feed the fire of his desire and he ordered her, “Come,” with a final twist of his fingers.

    The waves of release crashed over Devil and it left her limp with relief when it was over. She saw stars and then black. When she came back to herself she was being crushed to a broad chest coated in heavy muscle.

   “What happened?” she whispered amazed.

   “You passed out on me for a second there. Are you okay?” Winthrop asked starting down at her.

   He had been worried. It warmed her heart to know that he cared enough to be worried over her.

   She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. “I’m just fine.” She pulled back and grinned at him. “Wanna show me how a cowboy rides?”

   Winthrop grinned at the kid’s hopeful look and nodded his head. “It would be a pleasure ma’am.”

   What happened next blew Devil’s mind. Everything whipped by so fast in her mind it was a blur, but for that one moment of searing pain that pulled her had to have back a scream at the sudden trust of his hips that stretched her in ways she had never been before. She had cried out but tried to be quite about it.

   It was blinding pleasure that came to them both in the end and left Winthrop breathing hard against her neck and Devil passing out again.

   As Devil slipped into a blissful sleep she wondered if Mr. Canter had heard her call out his name at that end. She shrugged the slightest bit and snuggled into the hollow of his body.

   Thank you for giving me Lilla and Wade. I’ll always love you Wylde, rest in peace.

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Devil woke to the chilly air of early morning and opened her eyes to look around. She spotted Mr. Canter sitting on the edge of his bed staring out the window. Devil sighed and looked at the man who had given her so much last night. She had loved being greedy and selfish. She was still grieved about her sister and she knew that would never go away till the persons were caught, but she felt as if she could pull through it all now.

   Gazing in wonder she looked over the hardened body of a working man and knew the marks of war that were carried on his body. Scars lines his body in stark white slashes contrasting to the dark rusty tan of his skin. Devil knew he had once been something more then a rancher, perhaps a solider.

    Sliver blue eyes turned to pierce her to where she lay on the bed and the look in them chilled Devil to the bone. The frosty bite was formidable.

   “I knew something wasn’t right,” he said quietly, “Who are you?”