Sinners are Winners (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 5)

Which was about the time I realized the dilemma I’d had this morning.

With the way the dress was made with the gap between the breasts, my bra hadn’t been minuscule enough to wear.

Meaning I hadn’t worn it.

Which had also caused another problem.

My breasts were barely corralled when I’d slipped the dress on, and I’d had to hold them in while Royal had to zip me up.

Therefore, the moment my dress started to loosen, my boobs screamed FREEDOM and flopped around like only big boobs could do.

The front of my dress hung forward, Lock finished unzipping me, and my breasts were then exposed to the world.

I made a move to catch them, to throw my arm over them, but again, my boobs were big. My tiny hands just didn’t do an adequate enough job covering them and an entire nipple was still exposed.

I gasped and looked into the mirror.

Lock’s eyes didn’t lock with mine, however. Not when he had a nipple to look at.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed.

Then he was moving.

I was moving, too.

I wasn’t sure what happened or what I was going to do afterward, but for now, I was exactly where I wanted to be.

“Tell me to stop,” he ordered when our bodies met in a flurry of tangled limbs.

My dress sagged on my shoulders, and suddenly I found my ass sitting on the counter and Lock’s hips making room between my splayed thighs.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I said, grabbing his shirt and yanking him down.

Had he not wanted to come, he wouldn’t have. But it was obvious that he did want to. Otherwise he wouldn’t look tortured like he did right then.

“Touch them,” I urged, seeing him lift his hand but pause in midair.

His eyes lifted to mine. Then, he just…stopped being nice.

His hands moved, both going to cup my breasts in his large, rough hands.

I gasped when he squeezed, thumb coming up to pinch my nipple between his thumb and his pointer finger.

“Fuck,” I gasped, loving the way it felt with him touching me.

“This is probably the worst idea ever,” he murmured. “We barely know each other.”

“So?” I asked. “Aren’t you supposed to do this at weddings?”

He looked at me. “Are you still leaving tomorrow?”

My brows rose and my breath hitched.

“How do you know I’m leaving tomorrow?” I asked curiously.

I mean, I’d told him I was leaving of course, but I hadn’t told him when.

“I asked Justice this morning while we were getting ready,” he murmured, his eyes on mine.

I squirmed, surprised by the fact that I liked the way he was holding my nipples between his fingers but still able to hold a conversation with me. As if he wasn’t making me hot and bothered by what he was doing.

“Yes,” I answered. “Unless some miracle happens, then I’m leaving tomorrow.”

I didn’t think he liked my answer all that much, because his grip on my nipples tightened.

Then there was no more talking because his mouth was on mine.

My mouth parted, welcoming him, tangling with his as if he was meant to be there.

“Fuck me,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

I smiled against his lips.

“Fairly sure that’s what we’re about to do,” I teased, going in for another kiss.

“Door’s open,” he murmured.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, letting him know without words that he wasn’t going anywhere.

I had a feeling if I let him go, he wouldn’t come back.

So, I kept him exactly where I wanted him, right next to me, pelvis to pelvis now.

He growled, knowing exactly what I was doing.

“You want anybody to be able to see us?” he asked.

No. Not really. But I didn’t want him to leave and not come back.

“I want you to stop thinking so hard with that pretty head of yours and put it to better use by putting it between my legs,” I teased.

His eyes went hard for a moment, then he came to a decision. One that I certainly liked.

“That look on your face,” he said, leaning back and skimming his bare hands up the length of my thighs. “Tells me lots of things.”

“What kind of things?” I wondered.

“Mainly that you want me, even though you know it’s a bad idea.” He paused. “You want my cock. You want my mouth. How long’s it been?”

Ummmm, did I tell him the truth?

The way his eyes were watching me, though, I had a feeling he really wanted to know. And would be able to tell if I lied to him about it.

“Ummm,” I hesitated. “Does it matter?”

He tilted his head slightly, then grabbed onto my hips to yank them forward so hard and fast that my crotch slammed into his.

I gasped, my breasts bouncing with the move, and stared at him in surprise.

The surprise being the cock that I now felt solidly pressed against me.

“Not really, no,” he admitted. “But the fact that you’re hesitating in answering makes me wonder why. I’m curious by nature.”