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  Trust The Devil

  Joanna Blake

  Contents

  Trust The Devil

  Foreword

  Six Months Ago

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  TOC Instructions

  Pheonyx Rising

  37. Clint

  38. Pheonyx

  39. Clint

  40. Pheonyx

  41. Clint

  42. Pheonyx

  43. Clint

  44. Pheonyx

  45. Clint

  46. Pheonyx

  47. Clint

  48. Pheonyx

  49. Clint

  50. Pheonyx

  51. Clint

  52. Pheonyx

  53. Clint

  54. Pheonyx

  55. Clint

  56. Pheonyx

  57. Clint

  58. Pheonyx

  59. Clint

  60. Pheonyx

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Cuffed

  Cockpit

  Go Long

  Grind

  Bro’

  A Bad Boy For Summer

  TOC Instructions

  Copyright © 2017 by Joanna Blake

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  For the one who helped me get away

  Trust The Devil

  I can take it or leave it, honey. I’m not easy to impress. But when I see an angel behind the counter at Mae’s, I’ve got to have her.

  SALLY

  I left behind my life to start over. My successful career as a country music singer, friends and family, everything. All to get away from my abusive, obsessive ex.

  So what if I’m lonely? So what if I miss singing and sequins? I’m safe, and that’s what matters.

  But the big biker with the blue eyes has other ideas. He makes me laugh and breathless all at the same time. He makes me want more. But it’s not safe.

  Not for either one of us.

  DONAHUE

  She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And that’s before I heard her sing. Her voice cuts through the chatter, through the noise.

  Straight through to the emptiness inside me.

  Everyone thinks I’m happy-go-lucky, but she’s different. She sees right through me. And as much as I want her underneath me, tangled in my sheets, but I want her beside me just as badly.

  She needs saving. She’s afraid to let me in. But what she doesn’t know is that I need saving too. And she’s just the woman to do it.

  This book was previously released under a different title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded.

  Foreword

  This book was previously released under a different title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded.

  I have included my short novella Pheonyx Rising (Part One of Stud Farm!) It’s a fun introduction to the Delancey Brothers collection. Clint is another one of my favorites- a stern cowboy who tries so hard to resist temptation when he’s hired to train the young and innocent trick rider Pheonyx Delancey!

  Of course, he can’t. I just love it when he finally gives in!

  Enjoy!

  Xoxox,

  Joanna

  Six Months Ago

  Donahue

  Donnie lifted his head from the woman's luscious mounds. He'd picked her up at the supermarket less than an hour ago. Now they were on her kitchen floor, with the unpacked grocery bags tipped over beside them.

  Donnie hadn't had to work to get the brunette's top off. As usual, all he had to do was smile. He knew he had a nice smile. And it crinkled his bright blue eyes just so.

  It wasn't just his looks that got him so much tail though. He liked and respected women. They could tell. He always treated them well, even if he didn't stick around for long. He'd had his shirt cried on a few times over that, but it didn't make a difference. He had to move on, and quickly.

  He just wasn't the settling down type.

  That did not mean he didn’t know how to treat a lady. He did. And he was damned good at it, too.

  He grinned at the girl laying beneath him. He was pretty sure her name was Pamela. Recently divorced. No spring chicken. But cute. And what a rack she had on her! He grinned and ran his fingers lightly over her nipples again.

  Donnie was definitely a boob man.

  He pulled his shirt off and leaned down to kiss her. She was moaning and writhing underneath him as her giant breasts bobbed against his chest.

  Hmmmmfff… that felt nice.

  He unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them off his hips and down to his knees. Then he rolled her over on top of him and smiled.

  She giggled and straddled him, pulling her panties to the side. He groaned at the feeling of her slick pussy against him. He reached down and pulled a rubber out of his pocket.

  "Put this on me would you, sweetheart?"

  She nodded and took the rubber out of it's wrapper. Then she rolled it down over him, using her mouth.

  Damn! That was a first.

  She sucked him for a few minutes through the condom before sliding up above him again. He grabbed her hip with one hand and his stiff prick with the other.

  "Lift your dress up."

  The girl complied and he watched as she slid down over him, enveloping him in her heat. He bit his lip and stared as she rode him slowly, building up a tempo. The girl was lost in her own pleasure as he enjoyed the show, her big boobs bouncing faster and faster until she threw her head back and came.

  Loudly.

  In fact, she sounded like an animal in distress. Something from one of those nature shows his sister loved. Maybe even a marine mammal.

  Like a whale.

  He raised an eyebrow and waited for her to be finished. Then he rolled her over without withdrawing and went to town. It was his turn to get his rocks off and he made quick work of it.

  Donnie sawed his cock in and out of her quickly, wanting it be over for some reason. He worked his hips like a piston, drilling for oil.

  Oh fuck!

  He groaned as he felt his dick erupt inside her, his come filling the condom. His hips jerked a few more times before he stopped, pulling out fast.

  He smiled distractedly at the dazed girl on the floor. She looked satisfied. Good. That was the point, wasn't it? To get them both off?

  He wondered sometimes.

  Donnie grabbed a dish towel and wiped his dick clean. Then he grabbed a beer from his bag of groceries and drank it quickly.
He wanted to leave but he wasn’t an ass about it. He offered her a drink but she shook her head.

  She picked up the coloring book that Donnie had been buying when they met.

  "You got kids?"

  Donnie finished his beer and wiped the back of his mouth.

  "No. A sister."

  The girl sat up, not bothering to cover up her tits. He almost rolled his eyes. He had lost interest in looking at them already.

  "Awww, how old?"

  "Eighteen."

  Pamela's face twisted in confusion, making her look stupid. The next words out of her mouth confirmed it.

  "Eighteen? What's wrong with her?"

  Donnie grabbed his shirt and pulled it on over his head. He took the coloring book from her hands and put it back in his grocery bag. Then he jerked his head at the other bag. It had tipped over and fruits and vegetables were all over the floor along with a carton of low fat milk.

  "I wouldn't drink that milk. Probably spoiled by now."

  Then he left without a backwards glance.

  Chapter 1

  Donahue

  Donnie sat in one of the booths and stared out into space. Actually, that's not true. He blinked and realized he was doing it again.

  He was making a habit of it, and Donnie didn’t do habits. Not when it came to women.

  But he'd been watching her again, all the same. Just like he did every single time he came into the diner.

  The new girl.

  Sally.

  She was the quiet, mousy waitress that worked with Kaylie almost every shift. In fact, she seemed to practically live at the damn place.

  Almost every time he came into Mae's he found his eyes drawn to her irresistibly. He tried to look away but he always ended up with his eyes following her as she worked.

  The damnedest part was, he couldn't figure out why.

  It's not that Sally wasn't pretty. She was definitely a cutie, in an extremely wholesome way. Her lips were soft and sweet and her nose was adorably upturned. She was very pretty, even if she was hunched over half the time.

  But Donnie liked his women uber feminine and flouncy. He liked women with a capital ‘W.’ A girl who knew her own power over men and liked to use it.

  Sally looked more like she was trying to disappear.

  This girl was practically fading into the background. Her long bangs covered her eyes. She wore no makeup. Her hair was always in a ponytail.

  And she somehow seemed to know when she was being watched and scurried away. So he had to work harder to watch her, and he did.

  Never mind the fact that he couldn't get a glimpse of her body. Lord knows, he had tried. But with her loose fitting uniform and fuzzy old cardigan, it was impossible to tell what sort of figure she had hidden under there.

  He frowned, staring at the oversized sweater. She was always wearing that thing. Even in July. She kept her apron tied loosely as well. The woman could be a swimsuit model or a wraith for all he knew.

  And yet he watched her.

  Even stranger was how much he enjoyed it.

  Maybe it had to do with how gracefully she moved around the diner. Or those big hazel eyes of hers. A couple of times he'd caught her eye and felt a pure jolt of energy sizzling between them. But she always looked away too fast for him to be sure.

  She glanced his way and blanched, growing even paler if that was possible. He shifted his eyes away momentarily and then watched as she scurried into the back. He stood and stretched.

  "Gonna hit the head."

  Dev just nodded, distracted by watching his old lady fill up the salt and pepper shakers. Donnie rolled his eyes. Man, Dev was whipped.

  He would never let himself get trapped under a woman’s thumb that way.

  Devlin was the head of the club and was strong willed as hell. But when it came to his woman, he was putty. It was funny to watch, sure. But Donnie promised himself he would never let a woman make him feel that way.

  He was his own man dammit. Besides, his mother and his sister kept him in check. He didn’t need anything more than his brothers and family.

  But now he was the odd man out.

  Jack was just as bad. Ever since he'd known him Jack had been silent and grim. A couple of months ago that had all changed abruptly. Jack was frequently seen smiling.

  Donnie even heard him laugh once or twice.

  Jack's transformation was even funnier than Dev's.

  Women.

  He shook his head and pushed open the swinging door to the back. They'd been teasing him that he was next. No way man. Donnie wasn't the settling down type.

  He was walking down the hallway toward the bathroom when he heard it.

  Singing.

  Not just singing.

  Beautiful singing.

  It sounded like an angel was in the supply closet. It was a sweet country song that he was sure he'd heard on the radio before. He frowned, realizing he couldn't quite place it. Something about Sundays and maydays.

  He followed the sound to the stock room. He pushed the door open a crack to see Sally standing on a step stool. She lifted her arms high, stacking boxes of napkins.

  He could hear her voice even better now. He was practically frozen in place by the shock of it. She should be singing professionally, not waiting tables in a tiny place like this.

  Incredible.

  He stood there listening to her sing, completely enraptured. She was an amazing singer but it was more than just that. There was a sweet sadness in her voice that pierced him to the core. He stood there mesmerized as she sung softly to herself and leaned forward to stack boxes of paper napkins on the shelf.

  The other bonus was that he finally had a really good view of her legs.

  They were good legs.

  Really good.

  He must have made a sound of appreciation because she turned suddenly and gasped. Shit, he hadn't meant to scare her. Her eyes widened as she tottered back and forth on the stool. Donnie realized she was about to fall a split second before she did.

  He caught her against him and fell backwards against a stack of boxes, knocking them over. His arms were around her so she came with him, landing squarely on top of him.

  Dear God.

  Donnie was in shock as he stared into the biggest green and gold eyes he'd ever seen. Hazel. They were hazel. How had he not noticed that?

  And he finally had his answer about her body.

  Phen-fucking-nominal.

  He grinned at the girl lying sprawled on top of him. Her big, luscious breasts were crushed against his chest. Her waist was tiny under his hands and… he let them slide down a bit to feel her rounded hips and bottom.

  Accidentally of course.

  Jesus, the woman was stacked.

  "You alright, sweetheart?"

  She made a little sound of outrage and pushed against his chest.

  "Let me up, you- you- Neanderthal!”

  He grinned and squeezed her waist.

  "What's your rush?"

  She frowned at him and wiggled out of his grasp. Damn, he really hadn't wanted to let her go. She brushed herself off and stared down at him, looking annoyed.

  "Can you help me up?"

  He held up his hand and made his best puppy dog eyes at her. She looked at his hand distrustfully before grabbing it to hoist him up. Damn, she was a suspicious little thing!

  He made sure to overshoot so he could get close to her again, landing on his feet with his chest pressing against her body. He slid his arms around her waist to stabilize himself and smiled down at her. She gasped and jumped backwards. He raised his eyebrows at her with an unspoken invitation.

  If it wasn't obvious enough the first time.

  Usually, that's all it took for Donnie to get a girl on her back. Of course the girls he messed around with were mostly bike groupies who showed up at the club night after night, not shy little waitresses.

  He'd also never done it in a storage room. There was plenty of space though. Especially if he bent her ove
r… He was already hard at the thought of it.

  Or not.

  Sally did not look like she was picking up what he was putting down come to think of it.

  In fact, the girl looked even angrier. She was obviously not used to male attention. That's all it was. Once she got over the shock that Donnie wanted her, she'd come around.

  God, he hoped so.

  "You guys okay?"

  Kaylie stood at the door to the storage room, surveying the mess. He glanced over at Sally. She looked ready to jump out of her skin.

  "I fell and-"

  "I caught her."

  Sally yanked her apron off and crumpled it into a ball.

  "I'll clean this up in the morning Kaylie. Do you mind closing up? I just- I have to go- sorry."

  Donnie got goosebumps just listening to her talk. Her voice was beautiful, melodious, even just yammering about closing up. He grinned at her dopily. Then she shot him a furious glance and pushed out of the stockroom. They heard the little bell over the front door jingle.

  "Jeez, what happened Donnie?"

  He smiled at Kaylie.

  "Nothing. She just slipped. Here, I'll fix this mess."

  He didn't know why, but he didn't like the thought of Sally having to do this all by herself.

  "Okay Donnie. That's nice of you to do."

  She turned to go but he stopped her.

  "Hey Kaylie, why don't you invite your friend to the barbecue on Saturday."

  "Who, Sally?"

  He smiled and nodded.

  "Tell her to wear something cute."

  "Are you sure Donnie? She seems kind of quiet for you."

  "What, don't you like her?"

  Kaylie gave him a look that would have cut glass.

  "I like her a lot Donnie. I just don't want you messing with her head. She's not really your type anyway."

  He just laughed.

  "Maybe my type has changed."

  Chapter 2

  Sally

  Why am I doing this again?