Page 32 of In the Light of Sin

“But… protection?” I protested weakly. Reality crashed into me as the lust faded away. “I don’t know if you’re—”

“Haven’t been with anyone in six years. I’m clean.” My eyes widened. That long? Weren’t men in their twenties ruled by their dick? Sarge wasn’t a normal man, though.

“But you don’t know about me—”

“In my mind, I’m your first,” he cut me off. The angry rasp in his tone was not lost on me. “And if you tell me about anyone else, they’re fuckin’ dead.”

“I’m being serious, Sarge.” I hated discussing this, but it was more important than it was embarrassing. I looked down at my feet, face heating up with shame. “I—”

“Get checked. I’ll get checked, too,” he said simply. “But that’s not the last time I’ll be inside that perfect pussy.”

“I’m not on birth control,” I blurted. He finished inside of me. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the evidence of it but also worried about the potential consequence of our heated moment.

He didn’t seem concerned by that. “Get on it or get pregnant. I’m not using a condom.”

Leave it to a man to not be willing to accommodate a woman. “It’ll take a while for me to get on it. I have an audiologist appointment coming up. All my money is going to that.”

“You’re getting on it for me. I’ll pay.”

My lips formed a tight line. I was debating on teetering on my independence and just letting him. One, he probably was going to do it anyway. Two, I don’t think I could resist him anymore after what just happened. Our quick romp in a strange place filled with even stranger people left me craving for more. “You’re making me feel cheap.”

His voice turned low, raspy even. “I’ll be treating you like my whore.”

Whore was usually used in a derogatory way, but the way he said it…

I was ready to bend over for him again.

A sharp knock resounded before Tyrant peaked in, his dark curls and piercing blue eyes looking at us knowingly. “Apparently, you didn’t do a good enough job if she’s still standing, brother.”

Sarge charged forward, Tyrant’s cackling laughter muted by the way he slammed the door shut. Obscenities were shouted as Sarge tried to pry the wooden barrier open. I was sure it was only a matter of time before he kicked it down.

I smiled.

Maybe this was a turning point for us.

Wishful thinking always bit you in the ass, Joslyn.

Chapter 9: Joslyn

Back at Sarge’s cabin, I stood waiting quietly in the entryway while he ran his usual house clearing. My body was ridiculously sore, legs still slightly trembling with shock and nerves. Even though I’d been trying to hide it on the way home, I’m sure Sarge had noticed. Would he boast about his latest conquest? Puff out his chest and beat on it, caveman as he was? He’d never seemed like that type of man, but after tonight’s events, I realized I didn’t know him at all.

I hadn’t seen his cock, but I sure as hell felt it. I didn’t need to make eye contact with it to fully understand how big he was. So big, in fact, I could still feel him hours later.

His phone suddenly began blaring, breaking the eerie silence only his house could produce. I instinctively brought my hands up near my ears as he answered. “What?”

He couldn’t even be nice over the phone. “She’s fine. Don’t need you anymore.” A few more moments. I could pick up mumbled words before an aggravated sigh. “Fine.”

He turned to face me, putting his phone on speaker. “You’re on speaker.”

“Joslyn Grace Monroe!”Uh oh, being called by your government name wasn’t ever a good sign. Especially when it was from Nyla.“Mitchell and I went to Sarge’s house to look for you, only to discover you weren’t there! Where the hell were you!”

“I’m sorry, Ny.” Guilt sucker punched my gut. I didn’t know that Sarge called them to come get me or that Mitchell even knew where Sarge lived, but I guess tonight was full of my rash decisions and apparent ignorance pissing people off. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Damn right, you weren’t,”she scolded.“Hot-wiring a car? Smashing through his garage door? You didn’t want Sarge to get hurt, but you’re the one who put yourself in more danger!”

I looked down at my feet, shifting uncomfortably because what could I say? She was right. I was so worried about Sarge I didn’t even consider what could’ve happened to me.

“Calm down, pretty girl.”I heard Mitchell in the background.“She’s safe.”

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