Sinners are Winners (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 5)

“That,” I said teasingly, “was me waking up in the middle of the night, and staring at your naked body for way too long, and wanting you really bad.”

His lips kicked up at one side, then he was crawling up my body.

He stopped to gather the wetness I could feel dripping down the length of my slit, then brought his finger to my mouth.

I wrapped my tongue around his finger, licking him clean.

He groaned and dropped down until his forehead was resting against mine.

“I’m not sure that I want to go run,” he said, sounding truly upset. “I want to lie here, in this bed with you, and take you up on that offer in your eyes.”

I brought my hands to his cheeks, then pulled him down to my mouth before giving him a solid kiss on the lips.

Once I pulled back, I pushed him off of me and stood.

“The window is open,” he drawled.

I squeaked and moved, heading straight to the side of the room where I couldn’t be seen, then harshly pulled the blinds down, causing them to sway with the movement.

“I came out of the bathroom and saw that it was way brighter than it was in there, and got curious. When I turned around because the brightness disturbed you, it was to see this big bulge between your thighs…and things just degraded from there,” I told him.

He finally lifted himself off the bed, his mostly hard cock swinging like a pendulum between his legs as he moved.

My eyes bounced from his face to his cock and back.

“Baby,” he said when he finally reached me.

His cock poked me in the stomach, and I really would have taken advantage of the beautiful body part had I not been feeling the aftereffects from our first lovemaking.

“Yeah?” I asked, pressing in tighter, unable to help myself.

“You can wake me up like that any time you want to,” he growled.

Then he was dropping a harsh kiss on my face and heading to the drawers on the other side of the bedroom.

I watched him move around, getting dressed.

He didn’t bother with a shirt, instead putting on a tight pair of Under Armour underwear that were so tight that I could practically see his pubic hair.

He followed them up with a pair of shorts that were short…and also tight.

Not as tight as his underwear, but they were tight enough to leave very little to the imagination.

Socks and shoes soon followed, followed shortly by his watch, a tight band that went around his chest right under his pecs, and his headphones.

I walked up to him and ran my finger along the black band around his chest, fingering it softly.

“Why do you wear this?” I asked curiously.

He pulled me in tight.

“It measures cadence and heart rate, and a whole lot of other stuff that I haven’t quite figured out the hang of yet,” he said. “It connects to my watch and tells me a lot of stuff about my stride, my performance, and things like that.”

“Oh,” I said. “Okay.”

His hand moved down my naked back, cupping my ass.

“When I get back, I want you naked in the bed waiting for me,” he growled.

I snorted.

“Sorry, Kemosabe,” I apologized. “But I have to get to work in a couple of hours, and that means that I don’t have time to laze around in bed all day.”

He gave me a disgruntled groan.

“Shit,” he said. “I forgot today wasn’t Saturday.”

I patted his chest. “Tonight. Before we leave.”

His eyes studied mine before nodding once.

“You’re on.”

Then he kissed me and was gone, and for the first time in hours, my brain was clear.Chapter 15If you ever hear someone talking shit about me, look them in the eyes and say, ‘You know they don’t give a fuck, right?’

-Lock to Logan

Lock

The first bit of bad news came an hour after we’d left.

Pulling over to the side of the road, I answered the call.

“Hello?” I said, not surprised to hear Captain Morgan on the other end of the line.

“Your house was broken in to,” Captain Morgan said without preamble. “Luckily the crew that was there working on your pool house saw it happening.” He paused. “One of the workers that had stayed behind to eat his lunch there saw it all go down, tried to follow the kid that did it, but was too slow. Got a make and model of the car that he got into, though. No license plate, however.”

Anger burned in my gut.

“My house okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” Captain Morgan said. “There was a window knocked out in your door, and I replaced it already. You’re welcome.”

I felt my lips curl.

“Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate it.”

“No worries,” he said. “You need to set your alarm.”

I’d forgotten in our haste to get out of the house later that afternoon.

My mind had been focused on the burning sensation the ring box was making in my pocket and not safety, obviously.