Page 91 of Sinners Reunion

Jim repeats what he explained to us, assuring the girls and Ezra that their friend will be just fine once he wakes up from his rest.

“Kindra, Aven, and Quinn will be glad of that,” Ezra says. “They were back in our RV, trying to cool off. I didn’t want them to make the trek in this heat.”

Now that we all know Ice Pick is fine, we turn to get out of these cramped quarters. I’m more than eager to get away from Blayne, too. If King hadn’t been around to save me, something terrible would have happened; I would have killed Blayne, and he would have missed the entire joyful event.

King sticks close behind me. “Wait up,” he says. “Maybe I can help you with that thing you definitely weren’t doing when Blayne came in.”

My cheeks blaze hot as I step out of Jim’s bus, and it’s not from the Arizona heat. I think I might take him up on that offer, though.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

King

Along moan eases out of her as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. My hands squeeze her thighs. My cock throbs in my black boxer briefs. Her pussy clenches against my chin, and I growl into the drenched heat between her legs.

“Good girl,” I say.

Her back arches. “Yes. Tell me I’m your good girl.”

I ease two fingers inside her. “You’re my good girl. You’re my filthy, naughty little plaything too. Now come for me, my beauty.”

My fingers stroke that sensitive place inside her, and she grips the sheets as her thighs begin to quiver. I smile against her mound and give it a loving nip before battering her clit with the tip of my tongue. She jerks against my face, and her cunt clenches like a heartbeat around my fingers.

“I’m coming,” she whispers. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

A sweeter sound and a more glorious taste I’ve never experienced. There is no finer dining than this. I’d request she receive her Michelin Stars, but that would require me to share her. I’ve no mind to do any such thing.

Maybe not ever again.

But that’s just my selfish mind talking. My brutish mind. I want to keep her all to myself, like a toy on a shelf that I pull down when I’m bored. It’s too bad that other side of me also exists. That kinder side that she alone brings forth. It’s too bad that I care about her too much to hurt her in that way.

I must only allow myself to use her in this way, for this brief moment.

She relaxes with a heavy sigh, and I pull my fingers from her and kiss my way up her body. I don’t stop when I reach her neck, and that only makes her squirm. It’s too close to her mouth.

I smirk against her skin. “Relax. I won’t kiss you. Not on those lips, at least.”

“Don’t ruin my high,” she whispers as she strokes my hair. “Don’t you want to fuck me? Beats the hell out of talking.”

“Who said I was done eating?” I raise my eyebrow and peer down at her. “It’s my favorite flavor, after all, and I’ve gone so long without it.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Mine and mine alone.” I kiss her neck. “I am a fool. I apologize.” I kiss her neck again. “I won’t be changing my spots, the leopard that I am, but I am terribly sorry, all the same.” I nip her skin, and her muscles quiver. “I’ve got an idea. That is . . . if you’re agreeable.”

She rocks her pussy against my hand. “I usually am.”

I smirk against her skin before I sit up and lick my fingers clean. Then I go to the closet for one of my silk ties. Thinking better of it, I end up grabbing more than one tie. My plan involves blindfolding her, but tying her up could prove fun as well.

As I’m pulling down a few more ties, a small cardboard box comes loose from the top shelf and lands at my feet. Letters and photographs spill over my toes, and I glance at Josie to see if she’s noticed.

She lies back, eyes closed as she waits for my return.

I kneel and stuff the items into the box, then shove it back into its hiding place on the top shelf. This time, I’m careful to put something in front of it that won’t get snatched down anytime soon. I opt for those silly orange vests.

“First you have to let me blindfold you,” I say as I join her on the bed. “Then I’m going to tie you up.”

“King-ky,” she says with a wiggle of her shoulders. She holds up her wrists.