When I tip us to the side, I keep her balanced with one arm and reach between us to strum her clit. Her desperate moan eats at the little restraint left in me.
For the first time in my life, I’m struggling to keep myself in check.
“Come on my cock, princess.”
Her eyelids flutter, mimicking the way her muscles clamp around me. I can barely think, driven by instinct.
Mine. Show me. Make me believe it.
Wren cries out, eyes shutting, body jerking as she comes on me.
Mine.
I get seconds to enjoy it before I’m twitching inside her and filling her up with my seed.
You’re mine.
24
WREN
I’m stunned by the way Sin looks at me. The softness. Even with how physical he is, he’s careful with me, using his strength for support instead of restraint.
The force of the orgasm he drew out of me, it shatters a different part of me than the one that crumbles when he covers me in his vest and tucks me back against his chest. The warmth from the engine, the leather, and his body has me relaxing even further.
My hold on him is loose but steady as he drives us the rest of the way home.
Home.
It’s really starting to feel that way.
“Hey, pretty girl. You ready to go inside?” His voice is low, seductively dark with a hint of tease. It sends a pleasant shiver through me.
I tighten my grip on him and nod.
Sin lifts me off his bike as he dismounts, and he carries me inside.
His cum is soaking my panties, and I’ve never felt so alive. So much like a woman protected.
I hide my face in his throat as we breach the bar and the men go silent around us. I can feel their attention, and I’m glad no one says a thing. No one stops us as we move downstairs.
Footsteps follow though.
I don’t look up until we’re in Saint’s room. Saint lingers behind Sin’s back to get a look at me, to search my gaze for a minute before he nods and a weight seems to lift. Doc closes the door behind him, attention narrowing on me like he can catalogue every little scrape and scratch.
I bet he can.
Sin sets me on my wobbly feet. I’m a mess. His lips press against my forehead. “Go clean yourself up.”
“You need a shower, too.”
I feel his smile against my forehead. “I’ve got to fill my brothers in first.”
I nod and look up to Saint.
He’s still frowning at me, but he’s not angry. He’s worried. “Did they hurt you?”
Other than my pride? The cold? The humiliation? I shake my head. “No.”
