Ruckus (Sinners of Saint #2)(61)

I thrust two fingers into her and started pumping in and out. She gasped, her fingers lacing my hair, but I didn't let her wrap her legs around me. No. Fuck that. She had no clue, this girl. No. Fucking. Clue. Who she was dealing with. I might've been nicer than Vicious, but I was still a HotHole. I was still a sinner … and I was still the wolf her grandmamma warned her about.

"Yes," she panted. "Right there."

I slid another finger until I fucked her with my entire hand, grinding my body against her to create the friction she throbbed for against her clit. She started shaking, losing balance. Her knees were giving in, and if she thought I was going to catch her, she was sorely mistaken.

"Look at the stars," I growled.

She gave no fucks about the stars, chasing my mouth again. I didn't kiss her. She didn't deserve to be kissed. I wanted her to come to me-not under the haze of a looming orgasm-press her lips against mine, and say it.

I'm yours. I've always been yours. I will never be anyone else's.

"You better fucking do it, Baby LeBlanc. I don't like repeating myself."

Rolling her eyes, she complied. We both looked up. The sky was full of stars against all odds. You couldn't really see shit from The Strip, but that night, you could. You could because she was there.

Her thighs clenched around my waist and so did her pussy against my fingers. I pulled out, my eyes dead, my lips pursed, staring at her like she was nothing more than a business transaction. A mere inconvenience I bumped into during my day.

"What the hell are you doing?" Her mouth dropped like a stone, and I almost laughed when her groin pressed against my stomach, begging for me to finish the job. I pressed my lips to her ear.

"Consequences, Rosie. Get used to them. I'm not letting you off like the rest of your family. Next time you let some random douche put his hands on this," I clutched her hips and drove them into my throbbing cock, "you better believe there will be penalties. I'm letting you off the hook this time, because you're a newbie, but just so you know-it is happening, it is mine, and you are welcome. Lesson learned."





That night, Rosie snuck into my suite.

It wasn't really a Marine Corps operation. The girls were plastered from drinking all day, and Millie-who was apparently sober for a reason beyond my grasp-dozed off in the club, fuck-tired. Rosie was straddling the line between tipsy and sober, but nowhere near the state she was in back when we hooked up in Todos Santos. And lookie here, she still wanted The Dean's D. Big fucking surprise. I wondered for how much longer she was going to downplay us before she realized that we are diving down a rabbit hole headfirst and it was so deep there was no climbing back up. The very same one I tried to push her into when we were teenagers.



       
         
       
        

Vicious and Jaime were downstairs, hitting the blackjack tables.

I heard the soft knock on the door and opened it. She stood on the threshold, still clad in that pink dress that made all the other girls at the bachelorette party look like human-sized vaginas but somehow made her look like a princess, and my heart did a wild thing in my chest.

And it was funny how people always said that I was trouble, when trouble looked like a tiny, blue-eyed girl in a huge pink dress and brownish-orange freckles.

Rosie looked pissed.

Her pixie ears were pink, her mouth was twisted into a sneer, and her foot was tapping that red carpet like she was trying to stomp it to death. It'd been like this for days now, and it rubbed me the wrong way. Rosie wasn't herself in Todos Santos, or in Vegas. She wasn't self-assured, fun, and sassy. She was angry, annoyed, and desperate. I had a feeling it had a lot to do with her family, and now I knew that she didn't want to accept my plane ticket not only because of the money, but also because of how this place made her feel.

"You need a cold shower to get some fucking chill." I gave her my unsolicited advice.

"I need a hot fling to make me forget," she disagreed, pushing me into the room and walking in. I let her take the lead, giving her the false-assumption she was under some sort of control-and followed her, watching her round ass in that dress.

"Hop into the shower, Sirius."

"I don't think so, Planet Earth."

If a smile could split your face in two, I'd have headed straight to the hospital at that second. "Planet Earth?" I clucked my tongue. "Color me curious and horny."

She whipped her head around, her chin resting on her shoulder.

"You are chaotic, crazy, and full of wars and angst. But you're the liveliest place I've ever been to."