Page 81 of Shine: Sins of the Father
Their voices fade down the hall, and my panic subsides.
“That was close,” I whisper.
“And if he’d found us?” Shine asks with an edge to his voice. “You ashamed to be caught with me?”
“You know that’s not true. I just don’t want you and my father getting into a fistfight.”
“That all there is to it?”
I roll on top of him and cup his cheeks. “Yes. I love this pretty face too much.”
He lifts a brow, and the corner of his mouth pulls up. “Pretty face? Ouch.”
“It’s not even your best feature,” I say, sliding down his body with a sly grin. That works to distract him from my father’s irate behavior.
Taking his fast-growing erection in my hand, I lick the tip, then take it into my mouth.
Shine’s fingers thread through my hair. “Fuck yeah.”
I peer up at him as I go to work. The heat in his eyes flares, and it makes me wet, seeing the way he watches my every move intently.
“Can’t tell you how many nights I’ve lain in bed, jerking off to the memory of your mouth on me just like this.”
At his words, I moan around his dick, and he smiles, his dark eyes watching his dick disappear in and out of my lips.
His jaw tightens, and his hips lift, bucking against me, chasing my touch. I know he’s getting close.
His fingers tighten in my hair, holding my head in place, and he fucks my face.
“You gonna take it all, sweetness? Every drop?”
I nod as much as his hold will allow, and he explodes.
I do what I promised, lapping him clean, then press kisses up his gorgeous abs to collapse on top of his heaving chest.
We drift off to sleep, both content.
During the night, I awaken to his fingers at my pussy, playing with me until I’m dripping wet and writhing. He takes me from behind, slipping his hard dick inside my wet pussy and rolling me to my stomach, dragging me to my knees and taking me hard.
When he finishes, he strokes me to orgasm.
Afterward, as we catch our breath and cuddle close, I trail my fingers over his slick skin and trace the gorgeous ink he has.
“How long can you stay?” I ask in a whisper.
“That’s up to Daytona, but he didn’t say we were pulling out in the morning, so maybe another day. We never like to ride long distances after a big blowout. Too many grouchy, hungover brothers make for a piss-poor trip home.”
“So, we might have one more night?” I’m already thinking of ways to be with him. My mother would have to watch Dylan. But there’s only so long I could hide him and keep Shine from finding out I have a child. Perhaps I should cut out in the morning before he wakes. Maybe it’d be easier that way. Then I wouldn’t have to go through a tearful goodbye. God, it’s going to kill me to watch him ride away. I know watching his chapter roll off the clubhouse lot, headed back to Nevada, would rip my heart out all over again.
I blink and try to think of something else.
“So, how is your sister?”
“Still struggling.”
“I wish I could have met her. I would have liked to try to help her.”
“I think you’d like her. I bet you two would be friends.”
