Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“We could borrow the pool table if you want, or use the altar when Blaze is done showing off.” Sinner’s leaning back, watching us with half-hooded eyes as takes a swig from the bottle. I watch his tongue catch a stray drop. “We could fuck you silly right on this couch, and we’d still be blending right in with the crowd.”
Now that’s a thought, and I can’t tell if it terrifies or excites me more.
I look around, and he’s right. No one’s paying attention to us. Especially not when that girl over there is… oh. I guess she’s still technically wearing a skirt, but it’s more like a belt as she rocks back and forth between two bikers, one on each end in full view of everyone. She looks up, and the man whose cock is currently down her throat, cups her face almost gently.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back onto Colt’s shoulder and let the sounds of the party wash over me. The girl’s soft moans in the background emphasize how we’re not alone. I slide my hands up and down his powerful thighs, tracing the shapes of his muscles, and loving that I’m the one in his lap and not Blaze or any of the other girls here. Allowing myself to enjoy the escape from reality.
Wondering if anyone is watching.
Unknown hands touch my knees and pry them apart. I start to open my eyes, but then close them again. Not knowing is sexier, and I trust them not to let anyone else touch me. It has to be Sinner, right? But I don’t know for sure. A big hand traces up and down the inside of my left thigh, and then there’s another on the inside of my right. Is it one of them? Or more?
The hands go higher and higher until fingers brush right between my legs. Are they going to undress me where everyone can see?
Hands capture my breasts, and my top might as well not be there because strong fingers easily find nipples to roll them between his fingertips. Rough skin against the places I’m softest.
A soft moan escapes me as I arch my back, pressing my shoulders back against Colt’s chest and pushing my hips forwards to chase the sneaky finger. Sinner’s throaty laugh on my left and Priest’s softer chuckle on my right tells me who’s where.
How far do I let this go? The other girl moans loudly, definitely more into it now. A couple of guys are cheering her on.
God, I want them, but I don’t want that. I snap my knees shut and open my eyes. “Whose room is closest?”
Turns out it’s Sinner’s. Not that I see much of it, other than the bed.
24
Chapter 24 - Sinner
The scent of coffee wakes me up, and the call of hot, caffeinated bean water is too strong to ignore.
Opening my bleary eyes just enough to search the room, I replay last night in my head. Sprawled across the other side of the bed is Priest, snoring softly, and Colt passed out down at the end. Quinn, however, is missing.
She was fucking amazing last night. Her first instinct when something spooks her is still to hide, but getting away from under her mother’s thumb is doing good things for her confidence. I knee Colt on the way out of bed and he takes a swipe at me without opening his eyes, going straight back to sleep after.
Someone’s moving around, opening and closing cabinets out in the living area, which answers my question. I fucking hope we didn’t accidentally end up with a morning person. It would be worth it if it meant keeping her around, but still. Grabbing some clothes out of my dresser, I pad into the shower to rinse off before joining her.
My towel’s damp, so I’m guessing Quinn did too. I’ll have to show her where I keep the clean ones, though the thought of her using my stuff isn’t exactly a turn-off, even after last night’s workout.
I push aside the heavy curtain that divides my sleeping area from the rest of the room. When I come out into the living area, she’s sitting on the couch in one of my fucking shirts with her legs up underneath her and her phone propped up on the coffee table. As if on cue, it rings. She glances up at me and smiles before tapping it to answer.
“Hey, cutie. Where are you?”
Quinn squirms a little. “Roger! I can’t believe you’re up this early on a Saturday. You must be feeling better.”
“Not enough for them to let me out yet, but you know me. I always need something to do, otherwise I’ll go stir crazy. I just read the draft for the article.”
“What do you think? I thought she did a good job working around some of the trickier details.” Quinn’s eyes flit to me just as I finish filling my mug. I raise it to her in a silent ‘good morning’. “The reporter is just waiting on my go-ahead to publish.”