Chewing the inside of my cheek, I spin to face him.

  With an arm tucked behind his head, he winks at me in the naughtiest fucking way that leaves me squirming. I’ve never done this before. No man has wanted me to ride his face. Not once. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do. Like, how do I keep from suffocating him? Sure, I’m not a big woman, but I’m not small, either.

  Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea.

  With the crook of his finger, the hottest man I’ve ever met urges me to join him. My feet stay planted where they are. Every now and again, I steal a glance at the door before watching him watch me with interest, with desire. His chest expands between every laden breath. The white blanket tents in his lap, highlighting his arousal as the mid-morning sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I shiver, knowing this turns him on… and if I’m honest… me, too. I’m already wet.

  “Love?” He samples his bottom lip, then nibbles it as if he can’t wait to taste me there.

  “Y-yes?”

  “Take off those panties.” Gunz jerks his chin at said undergarments.

  Right.

  Panties off.

  I can do this.

  It’s just a little fabric.

  We can stop anytime I want.

  I release a pent-up breath.

  Hooking my thumbs into the delicate waistband, I gather all the courage I can and do as instructed. Down my thighs, they glide, ever so slowly, until they, too, join the discarded clothes on the floor. Then I’m bare. For him to see. A short, well-kept bush at my sex, shaven underneath. At least he hasn’t asked me to take the rest of my clothes off.

  Uncomfortable in my own skin, I rub both arms up and down to stay warm, despite the fact we’re in a temperate room.

  “On. My. Face. Wife.” The man taps his mouth with two fingers.

  Wife.

  Holy hell.

  I’m going to be his wife… in twenty-three days.

  Kneeling one knee on the mattress, I use his guardrail to help me up. Afraid to look him in the eye, I stare at the tan wall above Gunz’s bed as I carefully maneuver around him until I’m straddling his head. With his help, he guides me where I need to go. His nose nuzzles my folds as he inhales deeply and emits a heady groan.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this forever, love,” he whispers against my flesh.

  With a hand on my knee for stability and the other wrapped around the bed railing, I quake in response.

  I can’t believe we’re about to do this.

  I can’t believe…

  All thought fades into oblivion as the wet tip of his tongue glides through my lips. Closing my eyes, I drop my head back and relinquish control.

  I trust him.

  My future husband.

  Gunz

  Holding my woman’s soft, tattooed thighs in a vise, my face smothered in delicious-smelling cunt, I taste every inch of her. Giving zero fucks about how loud she gets or my recent surgery, I gorge. Lashing her clit with my tongue, she shakes the entire bed, moaning. High on her scent, I revel in our excitement.

  My woman’s palm cups the top of my head as her body does what it wants and rides my face. Undulating hips grind wet flesh against my mouth, my beard, and my tongue. Focusing on her little nub, I suck it into my mouth, and she screams. Knowing what she needs, I deliver light flicks and sucks, followed by sharper, more intense care. Wetness floods my face as she loses herself in pleasure.

  That’s right, love. Drip all over me.

  Her sharp nails bite into my skull, and my cock bucks, begging for attention. I ignore him. This isn’t about me. This is about taking care of what’s mine. It’s about showing her desire. My desire for her and only her.

  “Erik,” she wails, her legs trembling.

  That’s it, love. Take whatever you need.

  Back arching, her chest thrusts toward the ceiling as I tongue fuck her sexy little hole. Another rush of sweetness floods my mouth, and I gulp it down, eager for the next hit.

  “Erik… I’m…” Kit grinds against my face in the hottest fucking way. My nuts draw up, wanting to unload inside her. To bury myself to the hilt and fill her with cum. Again, I ignore the urge. Another time. A different day.

  Latching onto her clit, I brace Kit’s legs with my arms and hold her pussy against my mouth. I stop messing around and give her exactly what she needs. Higher and higher, my tongue drives my woman to madness. She babbles incoherently, trying to squirm away, to make me let her up, to give her a breather. Do you think I listen? Hell no. I double down. Tightening my arms until my biceps ache, I force her to succumb to ecstasy. I force her to endure the pleasure. I force her to pant so hard, to shudder so goddamn hard, she can’t think of anything other than gettin’ off.

  Closing my eyes, I revel in the power, in her softness, in her perfection, and when she comes screaming my name, her nails leaving claw marks in my head, a lone tear sneaks out of my eye, because this is what I want. This is what I need. I’ve never been happier in my entire fuckin’ life than in this moment.

  Licking her clean, because I can’t help it, I release the grip on my woman, hoping I didn’t leave bruises. Kit almost collapses in half but grasps the guardrail at the last second before she pitches off the top of my bed, headfirst into the wall.

  “Love, you okay?” I scoot her down my chest, so she can sit there, her ass on my pecs, so I can keep an eye on her.

  Blinking, as if she’s drunk, Kit sweeps her thumb across my bottom lip, then top. “That was…”

  “Good?” I wink, loving how wrecked she looks.

  “The best.” She giggles. “I think you’re gonna have to wash your beard.” To cement her point, Kit tugs lightly on the gray hair.

  “I probably should. Huh?”

  “Yeah. I made a mess.”

  “Messes aren’t always bad, love.”

  “It’s gonna smell like my pussy.”

  “Maybe I wanna smell like it.”

  She blushes deep red, and I fuckin’ adore it.

  “You gonna let me do that again soon?” I test.

  She nods.

  “You like me eating your pussy?”

  Another shy nod.

  Gorgeous.

  “One of these days, I’m gonna fill you with my cum, too. You gonna let me do that?”

  Nod.

  “You like that idea?”

  Nod.

  “Might fill your mouth with cum, too, love. That work for you?” ’Cause I can’t help myself, I reach up and brush my thumbs over the nipples protruding through her band t-shirt.

  A nod and slight shiver.

  “You gonna marry me in twenty-three days then? Make me your old man, officially?” ’Cause I can’t wait to have them in my mouth, I play with her nipples a little more. Perfect size. Perfect everything.

  Her “Yes,” comes out breathy.

  “Good. That’s real fuckin’ good. Now, why don’t you lie your sexy self down beside me and rest for a bit?”

  Together, we guide her form down next to mine. Resting on her side, I position her head on my pec and draw her arm across my ribs for a cuddle, far enough from my stitches it won’t be an issue.

  “Rest.” I peck her forehead and nuzzle my nose there. “I’ve got you.”

  Eyes sinking shut, Kit yawns as if she hasn’t slept in days. Maybe she hasn’t.

  “I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispers, absentmindedly tracing circles on my ribs with a single finger.

  “I’m glad we’re okay.”

  Her cute, noncommittal sound is all I get before my woman drifts off. For hours, I nap alongside her. At some point, I wake to Big draping a blanket over Kit’s exposed bottom half. Not even that rouses her.

  “Thanks, brother. She’s tired,” I mutter to him, offering a sleepy, appreciative smile.

  Standin’ beside my bed, freshly showered and shaven, Big chuckles. “I figured, after her livin’ in the waitin’ room the past couple’a days and that loud as fuck show you just put on for the entire hospital.”

  Eh. What can I say? My woman comes like a champ and I’m not gonna apologize for it.

  “I asked her to marry me, and she said yes,” I announce.

  He grins. “Congrats, brother.”

  “Thanks. ’Cause you’re the best man, and we’re doin’ it on the compound in twenty-three days.” Figured it’s best he knows now than when I break outta this joint. The doc said I could go home tomorrow or the day after. A few extra hours to let it sink in will do him good. Big ain’t keen on weddings. Never has been. He shows up because it’s required, but he’s never liked the legal ball-and-chain ordeal. Before Kit, I wasn’t keen on dating, much less anything else. People change.

  Prez’s head shakes in a fun blend of I-wanna-murder-your-ass and you’re-lucky-I-love-you. “Christ. Alright. Fine. As long as I ain’t gotta plan the thing or wear a tux,” he growls.

  “No tux. No plannin’. We’ll leave that up to the sisters.”

  “Not the sisters. You mean, Bink… Fuck. That’s all I’m gonna hear about for the next three weeks. Wedding shit. I hate you right now.” He flicks my shoulder in retribution.

  Not wanting to wake Kit, I curb a laugh and deliver a bright, toothy smile instead, ya know, for Big’s benefit. “You’ll get over it.” To further drive him up the wall, I bounce my eyebrows for effect.

  He heaves a long-suffering sigh. “Yeah. Sure. Over it. Fuckin’ bastard.”

  “Leech will make a pretty flower girl.”

  He nods. “True.”

  “This will also make your old lady very, very happy, after all the shit that’s gone down. A little light will do everybody some good.” After all the death and funerals, any slice of happiness is better than none. I’m willin’ to bet even the brothers will like this reprieve. It’s the perfect excuse to get shit-faced.

  A round of absentminded nodding ensues as Big digests my words. “Fuck…I know you’re right.”

  “I usually am.” That’s why he keeps me around.

  Fixing his ponytail, Prez rolls his eyes into the back of his skull. “Asshole.” A smirk ticks up at the corner of his mouth.

  “Thanks for bein’ here, brother.”

  “Don’t,” he grumbles, hating the kindness.

  “I can thank you.”

  Nostrils flaring, Big’s head shakes. “No. Ya can’t. We don’t do that shit. You can get your stubborn ass healed, and I guess… married… I can’t believe…” Again, he shakes his head, this time in disbelief, his eyes focused on the back of my lady’s head and my arm curled around her body. “Anyhow… do your thing. I’ll report back to the brothers you’re whole and let that little one run the show from here on out. Whoever she wants in here can visit. Her word goes.”

  “Th—”

  He cuts me off at the pass. “Shut the fuck up, Gunz.”

  “Yeah. Yeah. See ya around, Prez.” Not wanting to move any more than necessary, I lift my chin in farewell.

  Throwing a middle finger over his shoulder, Big exits in spectacular heavy-footed fashion.

  Once the door comes to a suctioned close, Kit whispers, “He loves you, too,” and nestles her cheek against my pec like a kitten.

  “I know.” And I do. Big might be rough around the edges. Hell, all of us Sacred Sinners are. But he’s genuine. A real brother. Blood. No blood. He’s as real as it gets. Ride or fuckin’ die. Been that way since the moment I punched him in the nose for cockin’ off when we were kids.

  Here’s a little back story… ya know… since I’ve got time.

  Both of us grew up around the compound. Him far more than me. We didn’t like each other at first. His dad didn’t like mine, and the feeling was mutual with bad blood between ‘em. As it often goes, sons worship fathers when they don’t know any better, and we looked up to ours. Day in and out, we heard the bullshit they spewed about each other. Big was, as you’d picture him—big for his age and mouthy. A brute of a boy. I was how you’d picture me. An average kid. Darker hair, blue eyes, nothin’ special. Not one to be pushed around, but also, not one to start shit.

  Big knew that. So, he did what the man still does, and let his temper flare. The issue was about a girl. He liked her. Thought I did too. One thing led to another, and he ended up with a bloodied nose and two black eyes. I don’t even remember landing the punch, only that I laid him out. He shed a few shocked tears, I helped him off the gravel parking lot, dusted off his pants, ’cause I’m a nice guy, and the rest is history. He didn’t retaliate. For whatever reason, it made him respect me, and we’ve been brothers since.

  It might not be the most exciting story, but I’m layin’ here with my woman, no longer tired, I figured, what the hell, I’ll share a little of my past with ya. A slice that doesn’t include my mother.

  Kit mumbles my name, and I pepper kisses along the top of her head. “Sleep all you need, love,” I reassure.

  “’Kay.” She yawns and draws the blanket up to her shoulders.

  I kiss her again for good measure and relax. The worst is over. She’s here. I’m here. We’re gettin’ hitched. Life’s good. Better than good. Even with the war looming overhead, ’cause that fucker ain’t about to end anytime soon, I haven’t been this content… ever.

  This time it had better last.

  At least for a little while longer.

  Come hell or high water, I’m gonna make sure it does.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  GUNZ

  “Erik!” Kit giggles as I lift her fine ass off the kitchen floor and plop her on the countertop. I step between her legs and do what I’ve wanted to do all goddamn day. With my thumb, I shove her cute little heart-printed panties to the side, exposing her smooth pussy, and massage her needy little clit. Grabbing my shoulders for support, she squeaks on impact, eyes shuttering closed as she relishes the attention.

  “That what you need, love?” I tease, ’cause I can, knowing she’s just as hungry for this as I am.

  She babbles adorably as I work her up to full, uninhibited moans. I woke up this morning, hard as a rock. Hell, I wake up most mornings hard as a rock. Can you blame me? Look at my woman. Unfortunately, Kit was still asleep, and I didn’t have the heart to wake her. Sure, we haven’t fucked yet. I’m actin’ like a responsible adult and waiting for the Doc’s a-okay before we go that far. But I’ve been home for a week. Between goin’ back to work with my son, and her talking about wedding details, I give absolutely no shit about, but listen anyhow, I make her come like a champ as often as I can. If I can’t get mine, she can get hers. Oh, and she does. As much as I offer.

  Latching onto the side of her neck, I suck a couple well-placed welts and slip two fingers into her wet cunt. Curving them upward, to hit that G-spot just right. Her legs quiver, and her sex squeezes around my digits.

  That’s it.

  She never takes long to finish.

  Like a depraved fiend, I finger fuck my woman until she gasps my name. Tiny nails bite at my shoulders. Legs squeeze around me. I nip her throat before licking a long strip of silken skin up to her ear, where I nibble the lobe.

  “You gonna come for me?” I whisper there.

  A broken sob is her response.

  I smile wickedly, ’cause there’s nothing more powerful than owning your woman’s cunt. And own hers, I do. We’ve become well acquainted. It’s ready and willing anytime I wanna give it attention. Last night, it was on the couch, when we watched movies. I relaxed behind her. The big spoon to her little and rubbed my aching cock along her ass as I massaged her clit to completion over a pair of tight, cotton shorts. She’s magnificent when she climaxes. Her face flushes, and lips part. A light sheen of sweat coats her forehead. The noises she makes are enough to almost tip me over the edge.

  Nipping her lobe one last time, I add another finger to her sex. She gasps at the stretch. Wanting her mouth on mine when she comes, I attack her lips in a brutal, unrelenting kiss. My tongue penetrates, and she tries but fails to keep up as I fuck her on my hand and with my tongue as hard as I’d fuck her with my cock.

  Knowing she’s on the precipice, Kit stiffens, and her kiss falters. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth as her breath ceases and wetness splashes my wrist. Fuck yeah. A first. Making her squirt. Emboldened by this new revelation, I curve my digits more, and finger her rougher through the climax. My woman doesn’t disappoint. Grasping at anything for purchase, her toes curl, as a second gush of liquid bathes not only my wrist but the front of my jeans and the floor.

  “That’s right, love. Come on my fuckin’ hand. You’re so hot.” Stepping back to watch as I continue to ruin her, I press down on Kit’s lower stomach to see if I can get her off a third time.

  “Erik… I… Oh… My…” Nearly slipping off the counter, her shoulders resting against the top cabinets, Kit’s entire body shakes as a third, less violent squirt dribbles down the front of the lower cupboards.

  What do I do? I massage her cunt through the final stages of orgasm. Then, I kneel and lick her clean. Starting with my fingers, I suck her juices off before drawing her little nub into my mouth. She hums in satisfaction as I lick every inch of her, not wanting to miss a single drop.

  With the heel of my palm, I press my erection down. He’ll get his when it’s time. When I’m ready to have her kneel before me and stretch her lips around him. When I’m ready to thrust into her mouth and fill her with cum. But I’m not ready yet, and it has zero to do with my stitches and healing and everything to do with opening a can of worms that can’t be resealed. Each day, we take things a step further. Each day, I scare myself a little at how much I love this woman and, more importantly, how much I don’t want to hurt her. Not again.

  I refuse to treat her like a club whore. I know how I am when the darkness unleashes. What it’ll do without the restraint. They raped her. The last thing I want Kit to do is relive those atrocities with me, because of me. So, for now, oral sex and finger fucking will have to do.