Page 364 of Devil’s Disciples

I didn’t know what else to say. It was true, I was single by choice. It certainly wasn’t by design. I was a marketable man and had been presented many opportunities to be in a relationship, most of which were declined. I’d only taken advantage of one of them, and it ended poorly.

“Okay. You’re single by choice. Why do you choose to be single?” she asked. “We’re naturally drawn to the opposite sex. We have an engrained desire to breed, have offspring, and feel wanted. Needed. If these feelings are natural, why don’t you possess them?”

I gestured toward the door. “Maybe I do.”

A look of disappointment formed. “Where are we going?”

“To my place.”

“Oh. You’re going to take me home and stick your pretty dick in my mouth, so I’ll stop asking questions?”

“No. My plan was to take you home, sit on the roof, and watch the sun set.”

She reached for her purse. “I still want answers.”

“I’ll give them,” I assured her.

“We’re taking the bike?”

“You’re following me. I’m not far from here.”

“I thought you were in La Mesa. Mars, basically.”

I chill ran the length of my spine. I was a private person. I hadn’t told her where I lived. The fact she knew made me a little nervous.

More than a little.

My eyes thinned. “Who told you I was in La Mesa?”

“I don’t know. Somebody. You?”

I hadn’t told her where I lived. I was sure of it. “I didn’t mention it.”

She lifted her purse over her shoulder. “Someone did. I thought it was you.”

“It wasn’t.”

She shrugged. “Maybe it was Porter.”

It made sense. He could have easily slipped and mentioned coming to my house for a barbeque. “Maybe it was.” I brushed it off as immaterial. “But, that’s not where we’re going. We’re going about ten minutes from here.”

“Okay. I’ll follow you.”

Ten minutes later, we were at the beach house. As we walked toward the steps that led to the roof, she gestured toward the rear entrance, which was on the other side of the house.

“This is awesome,” she said. “Are you going to take me on a tour?”

“Maybe later,” I lied. The development of trust took time. Although I was drawn to Ally, I hadn’t known her long enough to trust her. I was working on it, though. “We’re going to sit on the roof.”

She seemed indifferent. “Okay.”

I led the way up the stairs. She followed me onto the roof, pausing as soon as she reached it.

She took a wide-eyed view of the deck. The westerly wind pinned her thin dress to her hips, giving a detailed outline of her perfect little pussy.

My cock twitched in favor of the sight.

“Did you do this?” she asked.