Page 79 of Sinners Reunion

“Once they know the truth, they can’t be angry with us,” I say. “You saw Frankie today. They’re coming around.”

Jim sighs and tips his head against the seat. “Yes, I saw her, and yes, they can and will be angry. Haven’t you considered how horribly betrayed they’ll feel once they know the truth? The more I think about it, the more I wonder if we shouldn’t just make something up. They’re so happy now.”

I sit forward in the seat and notice that the radio is still on. I must have pressed a different button, silencing Josie’s end. Now I click off the radio. “Absolutely not. We’ve done enough lying, and at the end of the trip, that comes to an end. If that means they decide to kill me because of the part I’ve played⁠—”

“Kill us,” Jim says. “I won’t deny my hand in it.”

I rise and head for the door. “If we’re done going around the mulberry bush for the fifteenth time, I’m heading back to my RV.”

“That’s not all.” Jim pulls a folder from his suit. “I have the next set of letters. I couldn’t bring myself to read these, but we need to figure out what to do for the boys. They’ll be tougher to get on our side. Because of her line of work, Frankie will at least understand why we did this.”

I take the folder and tuck it under my arm. “I’ll get right on it. Nothing beats reading about how much my children hate me, after all.”

Josie’s head bobs in my lap. It’s a glorious distraction from the folder I hid inside the closet. I’ll have to wait until she’s asleep before I go rifling through those letters. Right now, I want to focus on choking her with my dick. Anything to keep from thinking about how I’ll convince the four Carter siblings that what we embarked on all those years ago wasn’t a colossal mistake in every way.

Only in the ways that mattered.

My hand winds through her loose locks, and I pull the red strands taut. She’s a vessel to receive all of my frustrations, and I plan to fill her. I rock her up and down, and she lets me use her like a good little toy. Tears stream from the corners of her eyes. Her throat convulses around the head of my cock, and my teeth clamp together. When she said she planned to repay me for saving their lives, she meant it.

This might be the most enthusiastic blow job I’ve ever received.

“Fuck,” I grit out. “That’s it, my beauty. Choke on me.”

I hold her head in place as I greedily fill her throat. She swallows every drop and sits back, gasping for air. She’s so pretty when she’s red in the face and completely used up.

“So, where are we headed now?” she asks once she’s swallowed.

Leaning forward, I give her cheek a caress. “We’ll make a stop in Texas, then off to Arizona for an event and a well-earned rest at another campground.”

She rests her face against my palm and peers up at me. Her breasts push together as she leans forward, putting her lips against my knee. She leans back. “I like the sound of that. What sort of sexual adventures will we get into there?”

“I’ve been doing a bit of thinking, and I’ve come up with something we haven’t yet tried. Have you any interest in being chased?”

She sits back, pulling her warmth from me. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

I lean back on my elbows on the mattress. “We don’t have to explore that if you aren’t comfortable, and understanding your past, I could see how this might be less than agreeable. It’s not as if we haven’t loads of other sexual corridors to peek into before this trip ends. I just thought this one might be interesting new territory.”

Josie climbs beside me on the bed and curls against my side. I hate how perfectly she fits. I hate how my eyes close.

She rests her head on my chest and splays her hand over my stomach. “I might be persuaded to try being chased, but we’d have to have a safe word. Any ideas?”

My eyes pop open. “Squash casserole.”

“That’s stupid,” she says.

I place my hand over my face. “No, Chef is making squash casserole for dinner before we set out. Josie, we never disposed of the pussy-pickled squash.”

She sits up, already searching for her clothes. I’m right behind her.

We have to get rid of the food before he serves it to everyone. While the thought of eating something I fucked her with is a major turn-on, I doubt everyone else would feel the same.

Once we’re dressed, we hurry to Chef’s bus. I’m relieved to see he isn’t inside, but less so when I realize that someone else is.

“Bennett?” I say as I step into the bus.

He’s standing on the other side of a partition, his lower half obscured from view. As he spins to face me, a golden object drops from his hand, and Cat rises from behind the partition, swiping her mouth.

“It’s not what it looks like!” he yells as he fastens his pants.