Devil’s Saints: Taz
Chapter 17: Celebration
You ever wonder if the brothers look at the calendar and think, it’s Thursday, we should have a party. – Camille
Molly was the one driving them home, and Taz was grateful. The doctor at the fight had treated her injuries and told her to check in with her regular doctor. She had agreed and wondered what his opinion would be if he knew that her regular doctor was now a retired special forces medic who was a physician’s assistant. When Dee wasn’t available, she went to Dom, a dominatrix. And
rumored assassin.
She had a severe aversion to doctors. An even larger one to hospitals Too much of her childhood had been spent in one.
Tonight’s fight was her first real win. No title or belt. But a real win Not by points or disqualification, as her previous wins had been. This one was by a KO. She was sore. Bruised. Tender. Excited. Thrilled. Tired.
Riffraff woke up Taz as she slept on his shoulder when the SUV pulled to a stop at the gate to the compound. Slowly she sat up and stretched. Then she groaned and regretted the movement. Desperately, she needed a shower and a liniment rubdown.
Molly pulled in and stopped near the door. Priscilla jumped out and ran inside before the three adults could. Riffraft got out and handed the duffel bag to Molly. He then offered a hand to Taz and helped her to get out. Gently holding her against him, he kissed
her.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Smiling up at him, she replied, “I couldn’t have done it without all of you guys.”
“Come on. They’re going to want to see their champion.”
“I just want a shower, a rubdown and sleep.” She admitted.
“I’m more than willing to help with all three of those.” He pulled her towards the door and inside where she was greeted with
cheers.
A celebratory beer was pressed into her hand and Riffraff felt her tense. He quickly took it and a deep drink of it before handing the half empty bottle back into her hand.
“Just keep it in your hand, as long as they see you have one, they most likely will not give you another ear. She nodded and continued to smile.
murmured next to her
He was right, no one tried to give her another beer. She was grateful for that too. At some point, Knuckles arched an eyebrow at the bottle and she simply shook her head no. It took nearly an hour before they made it to the third floor.
“Which room are we sleeping in tonight?” Riffraff asked as they stood in the hall between the two rooms, her duffle bag over his
shoulder.
“We?” Taz’asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“We.” He confirmed. “I promised to help with a shower, a rubdown and sleep.”
“I guess yours. You have a TV.” She stepped to his door and waited for him to unlock and open the door. Once inside she turned to face him and found her mouth being attacked by his.
After several tense moments, he lifted his head and they were both breathless. “I’m not going to ask for more than what you want to give. I’m not going to lie; I would love to taste your pussy. I want to bury my cock in you and fuck you until you forget your name. But I’m not going to push for anything. You’re in charge. You tell me what you want, how much you want.”
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Chapter 17: Celebration
“Why?” she asked softly.
“Why? Why am I not just taking what I want? Convincing you that you want me to fuck you?” she nodded her head to his question. “It’s a long story, but let’s just say that if I were to do either of those, my grandmother would kick my ass.”
Taz gave a small laugh and Riffraff smiled at her.
“Picturing some blue haired woman beating me with a purse or a rolling pin?”
“Yes.” She said unable to hold back her laughter.
“Replace it with a cast iron skillet hot off the stove.” Her eyes widened at that statement. He simply grinned. “My grandfather hit her once, and only once, during their marriage. She hit back with a cast iron skillet she was cooking scrambled eggs in.”
“I think I like your grandmother.” Taz said unable to stop the laughter that escaped.
He rested his forehead on hers. “Good. She wants to meet you.”
“When?”
“Whenever you want.” He gave her a light kiss before turning and guiding her towards the bathroom. “But for now, a shower.”
“Are you going to join me?” Taz asked stepping into the bathroom.
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