“That’s the second time I’ve fucked you without a rubber.” I’m a bastard for taking her raw, but goddamn if the idea of her belly ripe with my baby inside it hasn’t been flashing in my mind like a neon sign.
June’s eyes widen, those plump, ruby red lips forming anO. “I’m not on birth control,” she whispers.
My cock twitches against her thigh.
That shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. The part of me that claimed her virginity last night roars with satisfaction that I could have already knocked her up. It’s fucked and I know it.
Not even twenty-four hours ago, I was dead set that she didn’t mean shit to me. But, now… There’s no denying the pull between us.
“I wouldn’t mind having a few rug rats running around,” I admit, smoothing my hands over the sexy nightie.
“What?” Her brows go up.
“You heard me.” Smirking, I latch onto the lace covered nipple in front of my face that’s been taunting me. I swirl my tongue around the hard peak.
June arches her back, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth.
“You’re crazy!” she gasps, fisting my hair in her small hands. “We can’t have a baby. We’re not even dating.”
I release the hard bud with a pop and narrow my eyes. “You want me to take you on a fucking date? Fine. But, baby, I already told you. You’re mine. End of fucking story.”
She wrinkles her nose adorably, but the look on her face says she’s thinking about it.
Doesn’t matter. There’s nothing to think about. I’ll chain her to the fucking bed if I have to. She ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Tightening my arms around her back, I stare into her beautiful eyes. God, I wish I had time to fuck her again to remind her who she belongs to.
“Fuck.” Sighing, I let my arms fall away. That’ll have to wait until later. I have shit to do after the clusterfuck on the way back from Deziree’s.
“Hop up, baby.” I pat her bottom.
June slides off my lap, standing on shaky legs between my knees.
“Damn, baby.” I tug at the red lacy fabric still wedged against her thigh and get a front row seat at my cum dripping from her pussy.
“That’s hot.” I catch the milky droplet on my thumb and push it back inside her.
“Journey,” she gasps.
I force my gaze away from the honey hole. “Sorry, baby. I have to go to church.”
Her face changes immediately. Gone is the bliss of having my hands on her body, and in its place is the fear I saw in her eyes when I pulled her out of that SUV.
“Hey. No.” I climb to my feet and wrap my arms around her. “I meant what I said. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
She shifts her head up and down against my chest. “I believe you.”
“I won’t be long.” Dropping a kiss on top of June’s head, I leave her with the women and stroll down the hallway to church.
Tacoma bangs the gavel, calling the meeting to order once everyone has filtered in and taken their seats. “Well,” he sighs. “We’ve finally had some luck.”
My brows go up. We could use some fucking luck on our side.
“Cyber hacked into Odin’s CCTV and tracked the SUVs to a cabin just outside of town.”
“Russians?” Banks asks, flipping the top of the Zippo back and forth.
Cyber adjusting his ball cap. “Well… sorta. They’re funding shit, but this seems to fall on the Sinners.”
