Sinner's Revenge(50)

I love fucking her like this. I’ve claimed her ass. I finally got what I’ve been wanting. And I know how not to fuck up a good thing. I don’t want to hurt her or be the reason she can’t walk tomorrow, so I refrain from fucking her like I want to—hard and fast and raw. But she has no regard for her own well-being and demands I give it to her just like she likes it.

Just like I like it.

Hard and fast and raw. My grip on her waist tightens, and with the jerk of my arms, I’m pulling her back against me. Before the sound of her ass hitting my stomach can fill the air, I’m driving inside her again until the sound of her screams overpower the sound of flesh on flesh. Her fingers find her clit, and almost instantly, she’s coming on my cock.

When I feel my balls tighten, I pull out and flip her on her back. I want to look at her when I come. Seconds later, I’m coming on her stomach. Her hands slide over her skin, rubbing my come over her stomach and the top of her pussy. She’s panting. Her eyes are wide and captivating. I can’t do anything but look at her. She’s fucking beautiful.

I don’t know why, but I can’t wait to hold her. I want to kiss her soft and slow and hold her so close to me that our bodies mold together into one. I don’t want to just fuck her. I don’t want to fight or argue or make deals . . . I don’t want to think about Death Mob, or the consequences of my actions or Sinner’s Creed. I only want one thing.

Pulling her dress down, I grab her hand and tuck her into my side. She rides there, her head on my shoulder until we get home. She’s asleep when we arrive so I carry her in. Then I strip her down, clean her up, and finally give myself what I’ve really been waiting for all night.

It’s not a quick fuck. It’s not her ass that she’d never given to anyone else. It’s the simplest thing that I never thought I’d ever want. Now it’s all I can think about. The one thing I’ve been waiting for since I woke up this morning is the one thing I can’t get soon enough . . . just me and Diem in my bed.


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We’re eating cereal, in bed, naked, the next morning when she asks, “You wanna tell me what happened last night?”

I shovel another spoonful of cereal in my mouth, not meeting her eyes. “I don’t like bullies,” I mumble.

“Well you don’t have a problem bullying me.”

Nudging her shoulder with mine, I give her a wink. “That’s because I don’t like you, gorgeous. But Mick I consider a friend.”

Taking her bowl from her hand, I turn it up, finishing off the milk before getting out of bed. Something, a shoe I think, hits me in the back as I make my way to the kitchen.

“The milk is the best part, you bully,” she says, but I can hear the smile in her voice. And I’m thankful that she doesn’t push the issue further. I don’t know what I’d tell her. And I don’t want to lie.

Standing at the sink, I look out into my backyard, wishing I wouldn’t have taken all of the beauty of this place for granted. I never know when it’s going to end. I was playing with fire last night. Chances are, I was fixing to get burned. As if they could sense my uneasiness, I hear my phone ringing and find Nationals’ number flashing across the screen.

“Yeah?”

“Jackpot. Tomorrow. Check your calendar.” Jimbo hangs up in my ear, and my brain goes into overdrive wondering what event is happening tomorrow. And how in the hell I forgot. If I had it on my calendar, it must be important.

Diem is in the shower, so I lock my bedroom door and dig the small notebook out of the back of my safe. Sinner’s Creed lives by many codes. If the feds were to ever raid my home, they would find plenty linking me to the club. But the information they found could not be decoded by anyone other than a brother. Not even ol’ ladies know the codes. It’s in the bylaws.

The month is June, which is July for Sinner’s Creed. Tomorrow is the sixteenth, but to us it’s the second. I hold my breath while I open the small datebook. It could be anything—a hit, a benefit, a delivery . . . Whatever it is, isn’t what has me nervous. It’s how long I’m gonna be gone.

Diem flashes in my mind. I can hear her on the other side of the wall. Her body naked and wet and in my shower. I don’t want to leave her for long periods of time. But, if the club tells me to, I will. And there will be no regrets, no doubt, and not a second thought if what we have has to end. My club comes first. Always and forever.

I scan the pages, running my finger down the dates until I come to tomorrow’s. A slow smile creeps across my face as relief floods through my veins.

Chaps. B.