Sinners are Winners (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 5)

Yes, they were.

She dried off her hair next, not stopping until almost all of the excess water was out.

Then she reached for her shirt.

I swallowed my tongue—or about did, anyhow—when her shirt was gone and her wet bra containing her full breasts was the only thing left.

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.

She looked up then, her wet curls falling into her face, and grinned.

“What?” she asked, eyes focused entirely on me.

I gestured to her body. To her wet bra with those turgid, tan nipples standing out so prominently that it was all I could see.

She looked down and scrunched up her face, as if the thought of a wet bra showing her nipples hadn’t occurred to her.

“Shit,” she said, covering them up with one arm.

That was when I decided ‘fuck it.’

I moved toward her, my arms going around her waist, and hauled her into my body.

“Don’t cover yourself up,” I said, making sure she could see my mouth.

She reached for her transmitter and fitted it into place, then looked up at me.

“It was bothering me that I couldn’t hear your voice,” she paused. “Though the growly thing you did when you did it,” she patted my chest with her hand. “Came out loud and clear.”

My smirk was shameless as I picked her up and spun her around to sit on the counter of my bar.

She bit her lip and looked down at me.

“What’s with us and bars?” she wondered loudly.

I didn’t know.

It just seemed to be where the urge came upon me.

“I kind of like it,” I said, reaching forward and taking the band of her sports bra and pulling it up her body.

She lifted her arms and snorted when the wet fabric almost took out her nose when it finally popped free of her breasts.

“Sorry,” I said. “Wasn’t expecting for it to try to kill you.”

She shrugged and dropped her hands when I finally had the bra-free of her.

“Hazards of having big boobs,” she said. “I’ve actually been running before and one has popped out.”

I blinked.

“You run?” I run.

“I just told you that my boobs popped out of my bra while I was running, and you’re more incredulous that I run?” She stuck out her tongue.

I leaned forward and bit it.

Lightly, but still bit it.

She squeaked in surprise.

“What the fuck?” she asked, touching her tongue with the tip of her finger.

“Sorry,” I said. “But it was cute.” I looked down at her breasts and cupped them both in each hand. “Just like your breasts.”

“Jesus, your hands are warm,” she murmured, watching me mold and form them to the palm of my hands as I squeezed.

I pinched one nipple between my fingers, watching her eyes as I did so.

Goosebumps took off all across her skin, spreading like wildfire.

I wanted to run my tongue along the path it took.

Instead, I controlled myself and settled with pulling her nipple into my mouth and rolling the peak around between my teeth.

“Shit,” she breathed. “You and that tongue of yours are lethal.”

I liked the sound of that.

Even more, I liked that her hands were now buried in my hair.

Her hands tightened in my long locks—which were getting to the point where they needed to be cut to stay within the Kilgore Police Department’s regulations—and pulled my head back to look into her eyes.

I took her nipple with me, causing a hiss to release from between those perfectly straight white teeth.

“I want to suck on your cock.”

I blinked, then blinked again, looking at her owlishly.

“I want to suck your cock,” she said again, pushing this time.

I let her nipple go and it slipped free of my mouth with a loud pop.

“Saylor…”

She pushed me back even farther, then dropped down to her knees in front of me.

I reached forward and grabbed the edge of the counter when she palmed my dick through the thin wet nylon of my shorts.

“I like these shorts,” she said. “I can see every little detail of your penis.”

She was right.

That was why I very rarely wore them out seeing as my cock and balls were always on display when I wore them.

My sister had seen me in them once and once only, and since then I remember never to wear them unless I’m running.

I can see the vein in your wiener. I shouldn’t be able to see my brother’s wiener vein.

But they were the most comfortable pair of shorts I owned, and they stayed in place well when I ran, so I only wore them to do just that.

I hadn’t expected to see anybody out today seeing as it was going on mid-afternoon and was honestly too fuckin’ hot to do anything beyond walking from your car to your house.

“They’re indecent,” she said, tracing her finger along the ridge of my cock head. “I love them.”

I grinned when she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the wet fabric.