Page 102 of In the Light of Sin

Her chest vibrated under my cheek as she spoke, “I’m so sorry to hear about your parents. I’m sure they understand your decision.” I wasn’t making any profit, and it was going to shit. Taking care of the household and making sure I had enough funds to keep the farm and myself alive at eighteen years old was an impossible task. I could only hope Pops understood that.

“Had no fuckin’ place to go, so I went to my only option. The Army.” I craned my neck. Her gorgeous green eyes twinkled with sympathy as they met mine. “That’s why when I saw you givin’ a homeless guy your last dime last year, it shook me to my damn core. Didn’t realize how you’d change my fuckin’ life.” She visibly recoiled. I’d never planned on telling her about that night. I wanted it to be a secret I kept to myself in case it freaked her out. I’ve been watching her over the past year.

She blinked at me, astonishment in her eyes. “You saw that?”

“Yeah.” My hands dropped to my zipper, her eyes following. I was tired of all this talk about my past and feelings. I wanted to feel my cock tearing that pretty pussy of hers apart. “Thought it was real nice of you, so I followed you home.”

“I’ve always felt like someone was watching me.” She admitted with a light laugh. Her hand trailed from my hair to my cheek. “I felt you behind the tree in the front yard. I always tried to catch you, but your home was in the shadows. Now it’s with me.” Her hand pushed on the back of my neck, bringing my face closer to hers. “You really did haunt me.”

“Yeah.” My voice was grave as I twisted my body, maneuvering myself over her. My palms were flat on pillows, and her angelic hair wisped on the white bedding. I made a mental note to get a new bedspread… and maybe some more paint. “Now I’m gonna fuck ya.”

That pretty pink mouth of hers spread wide. It still amazed me that someone like her wanted to be with a fuck up like me willingly. “You talk too much.”

My head dipped, claiming her mouth with mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck, bringing me as close as humanly possible. My tongue traced the seam of her lips, dominating her completely.

My hands slid down her sides slipping into the waistband of her pants. Pushing her pants off her legs, I moved her panties to the side. I shoved my unzipped pants down my hips, lining my throbbing cock up with her entrance. I pulled my mouth away from her addicting lips, pressing our foreheads together, and keeping our eyes connected. She wrapped her legs tightly around my hips, tilting her hips making the head of my cock brush against her slick opening.

She gasped as I pushed inside her, the bed creaking with each thrust of my hips. My eyes briefly glance at the headboard, looking at all the tallies. This was the second headboard, the first making residence out in the garage. I’d have to build a shed just for them, I had plans on fucking her until I wasn’t breathing anymore.

My motions were slow, and sensual as I slowly thrust in and out of her. This wasn’t our usual ritual when it came to sex. Our sex was rough, and my goal was to make her throat raw by screaming my name.

This? I wanted to feel all of her. Her touch, her emotions, her everything.

Our breaths mingled, her moans filling the silent room. With each push of my hips, her walls tightened around me. I told myself I would go slow, but the feel of her encompassing my cock made me lose whatever control I had. My thrusts turned lethal, her cries of my name ringing in my ears as I tilted her hips up. My hands palmed her ass, lifting her at an angle where my large cock hit that spot that made her sing. Her cunt clenched around me, warmth spreading on my cock as she threw her head back into the pillow. A strangled cry erupted from me as I filled her tight cunt, both our chests heaving in a steady rhythm.

Our panted breaths mixed as I pressed my forehead to hers again, soaking in the feelings between us. I didn’t know how to describe what I felt for Joslyn, but it was something I hadn’t ever felt. I was addicted to how much lighter I felt whenever she was around.

I watched as her lips turned into a radiant smile, tilting her chin up so our lips could meet once more.

I’d never get enough of this woman.

But, God. If only I fucking knew what was going to happen to us next.

I would’ve never haunted her.

Chapter 26: Sarge

“Did you know there are fifty-six Skittles in a bag?”

“Can you choke on one?” Husk grumbled, his nerves already thin, but with Tyrant’s nonsense, it was nonexistent.

Tyrant, Husk, V, Hex, and I were outside of Joslyn’s parents home. Prez didn’t trust me to come here by myself. I would’ve been fine since my girl wasn’t here. Her pressing those pretty tits of hers against the window for all to see brought out something animalistic in me. What was I supposed to do? Resist her and ask her to cover herself up?

No, I was going to make her come. Those hazed eyes glazed with lustful satisfaction, and those pretty pink lips turned up in a daze. The way her nipples hardened on my tongue, the way she threw her head back as she came just from rubbing against my thigh—

Fuck, I shouldn’t get hard at a time like this.

We were here for a stake-out. We’d gotten a tip from a not-so-willing third party that the Bloods were coming here tonight to retrieve something. I didn’t see anyone in the windows just yet, but I hoped they’d hurry the fuck up or the only body we were bringing back was Tyrant’s.

“If I choked to death, that would just be a travesty to the club. I’m the most entertaining fucker here. What would y’all do if I was gone? Finger paint with people’s blood?” I inwardly scoffed. Entertaining was not the way I would describe Tyrant. He was easily the most annoying person I’ve ever had the displeasure of being around.

“Annoying.” At least I wasn’t the only one who thought that.

Tyrant laughed at Hex’s accurate comment, looking over at our club doctor with a grin I knew could likely get him killed. “You can perform surgery, but you can’t rub more than two words together?”

His dark eyes narrowed, lips tugging into a sneer that would scare smart men. But Tyrant wasn’t a smart man. Most of the time, the fucker didn’t have two brain cells to rub together. “Shut the fuck up.”

Tyrant’s lips flattened before his brawny jaw fell open. “Four words? Just for me? You flatter me, Hex.”

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