Page 24 of Sinners Reunion

“The only thing I need to take care of is right in front of me,” I growl. “Nothing else matters until you’re satisfied.”

I lick harder, faster. My tongue finds a tempo and stays there, coaxing her toward detonation, even as Jim whines about sexy things like bacterial infections and sepsis. Kenny lets out a scream, adding to the mood.

If I can make her come with all this going on, I deserve an award.

I slide out from under her with a groan. My gaze jumps to the clock. I have exactly six minutes left.

“Don’t move a muscle,” I say to Josie.

“Sorry, but the deal’s off. You aren’t getting back under me after digging around in literal dookie, my guy.” She closes her legs. “Cut me loose so I can finish myself. It’s over.”

I run my hands through my hair and try to think of a solution as I’m running out of time.

I dash to the front of the RV and rip open the door. “Jim, go and find Gary. He’ll help you, and he’s too daft to care about a little shit. Also, you’ve lost, old man.” I slam the door and rush back to Josie.

She keeps her legs closed. “Wait, what? What did he lose?”

Damn.

“Open your blasted legs. I still have five minutes!” I try to pry her thighs apart, but she won’t be moved. “Do you want to come or not?”

“Can I still come, even if it’s past the ten minutes?”

“You can do whatever you damn well please, but I won’t need more than five.”

“You only have four now,” she says with a smirk as she finally lets me in again. “And stop making bets. It only gets you into⁠—”

Her voice cuts off with a squeal as I dive back into position. Jim’s footsteps fade, and I bring her close again. She keeps a watch on the clock, announcing every minute that passes like a damn warden making rounds in a prison. She’s holding her orgasm hostage, but I know how to pick this lock.

“Two minutes,” she whispers, and I bring out the big guns.

I can’t get my fingers into her like this, so I focus all of my attention on her swollen clit. The little nubbin practically vibrates with anticipation as I bring her ever closer. My tongue will fall off before I end this rhythmic thrashing.

“Sixty . . . seconds,” she moans.

“King? I can’t find Gary, and my bus smells like⁠—”

“Shit!” Josie screams as her thighs grip my skull in a vise. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“Yes, exactly that!” Jim yells back.

I just smile and keep eating until the poor thing can’t take it anymore. She’s fighting the muscles in her arms, keeping her wrists held above her head so that the spikes can’t poke her. It was entirely too difficult for her to think about that and stopping the rush of pleasure between her legs.

As I slide out from underneath her, I wipe my mouth. “I’ll be there posthaste, Jim. I just need a moment to tidy up.” I turn back to Josie and drop my voice to a whisper. “Someone made an absolute mess on my face.”

Josie closes her eyes and admits defeat. “Fuck you and your skilled tongue.”

“If you’re in need of my services again, you’ll know where to find me.” I straighten my tie, grab my jacket, and release her from her shackles before I leave her panting on the bed.

No, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about her running off. For now.

Chapter Seven

Josie

Shame nibbles my guts as I sit by the fire, roasting marshmallows with my ex. I never should have agreed to that silly bet, and I definitely shouldn’t have let him go down on me. After the way he broke my fucking heart, I shouldn’t even be sitting beside him now.

What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment.