Page 43 of Sinners Reunion

I stuff my hands into my camo pockets and meander closer to her, stepping into the sunshine. “I’ve lost his trail, I’m afraid. These eyes aren’t what they used to be.”

“I dunno,” Josie says with an adorable smirk. “They still look pretty good to me. So dark and sinful.”

“Why does everyone say my eyes are dark? They’re blue,” I mutter.

But I’ve wised up to her game, and I’m keen to play along. We slip closer to the tree where the man hides. Well, where he believes he’s hiding. We can see him clinging to a branch with his eyes closed. It’s like watching a small, rotund, suit-clad child play hide-and-seek.

“Just like Boston?” I whisper as we inch closer to the man’s hiding spot.

She nods. “Yeah, except if you think you’re sticking your dick inside me, think again.”

I can’t even visit Boston anymore. She’s ruined it for me. It only reminds me of the first time I sank inside her.

The situation had been much the same as this—a man hiding, the two of us pretending not to see him. His terror fueled our passion, and we reveled in the smell of his fear as we enjoyed each other’s bodies. Our literal captive audience met his end once we met our satisfaction.

“I don’t need to stick my dick in you to recreate Boston,” I say as I pluck the shotgun from her shoulder. “Undress.”

The limb creaks above our heads, likely as the man adjusts his grip and opens his eyes to get a better look. Is he panicked now that he sees how close we are? Or does he believe he’ll merely get a sneaky show and we’ll be on our way? It’s the farce that turns me on. It’s the attention for Josie.

It’s the target’s fear for both of us.

Josie turns to face me as I lean the shotgun against a tree. She tilts her head to the side, studying me. Her fingertips glide to her waistband, and she fingers the button, then shakes her head.

“No, I don’t think I will. Not until you admit that you slept with Ice Pick’s woman.”

I roll my eyes and sigh. Boston has never felt further away, both literally and figuratively.

“I didn’t fuck her. I’m sorry if that isn’t what you want to hear, but I can prove it.”

“How?” Her fingertips go back to her waistband.

“When we get back to camp, ask Chef. Now strip out of those pants and put your hands on that boulder.” I motion to a large rock jutting from the earth a few paces away. It would give me the right angle to watch everything I’m doing to her while keeping an eye on our prize.

“Just the pants?” she asks with a pout.

I consider, then say, “Leave nothing but the vest.”

The excitement of having an orgasm in front of a captive audience is too much for her. She strips as if fire ants nip her skin, and when she’s down to only the vest, I applaud my decision. Her nipples peek at me behind the sheer orange fabric, and it’s a delightful tease.

“Now you,” she says, motioning to me.

“Absolutely not,” I say with a scoff. “It took a great deal of work to get myself into this outfit. I’ll be damned if I stand in a field wearing only the most egregious element of the ensemble.”

“Do you ever listen to yourself talk to fall asleep?” She folds her arms over her chest and looses a deep sigh. “I guess I’ll have to get Blayne to help me when we get back. Like you helped Charity last⁠—”

I glance around to be sure we’re still alone before I begin to strip. Josie watches the entire time with a smile on her face. I can’t let anyone else see me like this. If anyone catches wind that King has a weakness and it’s a redhead named Josie, I’m finished.

“Care to make another wager?” I ask as she waltzes past me with a sway of her hips.

“No, I won’t fight it this time. I have every plan to come.” She bites her lip. “Hard.”

I hate that a hideous camo covering no longer hides my desire from her. My cock jumps, and she giggles.

She plants her hands on the large rock and looks at me over her shoulder. “You coming? Oh wait, no. You won’t be.”

“That’s right,” I say as I grab the shotgun. “I can’t fuck you with my dick, but I still have every plan to fuck you.”

And when I come up behind her and she feels what I have in my hands, when she realizes what I plan to do, she doesn’t scream. She doesn’t scramble to get away. She simply smiles as she grinds on the long barrel and asks one question.