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He gives in after a few beats. “I was judging you like everyone else.”
Sighing, I nod, because I’d already figured that much out. Hiding her like I’d torture the bitch or something. Nineteen years by my side and yet he forgets one of the most important things about my heritage.
The sacrifice of bad souls is to pay tribute and give respect to my ancestors that’ve long passed. Do I enjoy the kill when it happens? Of course, I do.
It doesn’t mean I go on a rampage slaughtering innocents for shits and giggles. I’m not a fucking psychopath. If I was, I wouldn’t love him so damn much, that’s for sure. And, I wouldn’t give two shits about keeping Jude with us.
“Forgive me,” he finally whispers, saying the words I needed to hear.
Grabbing his forearms, I stare into his pebble-shaded irises, the one’s I’ve come to seek in comfort. “You don’t have to ask, Sin; you’ve already been forgiven.”
He swallows roughly, watching me with so much sadness in his eyes. I can see the boy that I saved that day inside him still. He fights those demons his father planted down deep to this day. I’ll never let them hurt him again. As long as I breathe, I will be his savior.
Leaning in, I gently graze his nose with mine. A breath escapes me, being so close to him. I want to take his mouth desperately, but he doesn’t like it unless we’re behind locked doors. I have to respect that; our relationship is a step out of the ordinary when it comes to club life.
Moving to the side, I caress his earlobe with my nose next and rasp the same promise I’ve made to him over and over, “I will always fight for you.” With my entire being, the statement is true.
His knuckles push into my stomach briefly as he releases a deep breath, and then his fingertips are up, gripping my chin. He draws my face to his, brushing a hard kiss against my mouth. It takes everything in me not to slam him against the hallway wall and rip his clothes off.
I settle for a moment of my tongue twisting with his. The need built up inside me pours from the very depths of my soul into him. His teeth graze over my lips as he pulls away, leaving behind goosebumps in his wake. It’s everything I’ve come to look forward to when we touch like this; it’s what my body’s learned to crave more and more.
The pad of his thumb trails over my lower lip wet from his mouth, his shadowy gaze trained to the spot full of heat. A noise in the other room breaks the spell, and with a blink, he’s backing up, putting space between us. “I couldn’t stop myself,” he confesses, shaking his head and spins to walk away.
Catching his arm, I stall him briefly, not ready to put an end to what we’ve just shared. “I didn’t want you to.”
With that, I release him, and we finish our search for Jude. He claims I have him, but there’s a twisting in my stomach telling me that I need to own her heart to have him forever. I’ll let him fall for her too, as long as she falls for us both. One thing is for certain, he’ll never completely be hers, not while my heart’s still beating.
Saint and Sinner’s handsome, scruffy faces finally appear after about an hour. I’ve had time to wake up and even miss them. It seems silly and too soon, but it’s true. I’ve begun to enjoy every moment that I’m around them now that Saint isn’t angry anymore.
What time frame is normal to know how you feel about someone? My mind and body are all for Sinner and Saint. However, I don’t know if it’s foolish to listen and go with my feelings or to hold back. Sinner says that I’m naïve, but is that a bad thing when it comes to love? It took merely one day with each of them to know my life would never be the same.
It has to mean something, right? Every hour that passes, I find myself enraptured with them even more. It’s my own type of madness, being torn between two men at the same time. Do I absolutely have to choose only one? Because as of right now, I want them both, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
“Hi,” I greet, sipping some of the strong black coffee I’d made earlier. This stuff is awesome.
“That smells good,” Saint comments, his tired gaze looking as if he could use some extra sleep or a giant cup of coffee.
“It’s strong and very yummy. There’s more if you want some.”
“It’s chocolate chicory coffee baby girl. Gotta have that sort of shit with a compound full of men.” He winks, planting his body in the spot beside me. He twists until I’m positioned between his legs and presses a kiss to my temple.
It’s become sort of a habit of his to leave behind sweet kisses on my face. It makes me feel kind of cherished, especially after he bit me, and I freaked. I think I’m figuring Saint out though. He loves strongly and in return his anger is an even more powerful force to reckon with. As long as I know that much about him, I can relax. He won’t hurt me because I won’t hurt him.
Sinner sits on the other side of me and winces as he does, his inky eyebrows downturned with the frown on his lips. I can’t help myself and show my worry. “How’s your cut?” I wish I could do something to help.
“Hurts, but I’ll survive.” He sends me a sweet grin. It’s so unlike the grouch I’ve grown used to visiting me out at my mom’s trailer. If I think I have it bad for him now, a little more of this side of him, and I’ll be done for before I take my next breath.
“Do we need to change the bandage or anything?”
He lifts his shirt up enough for me to see the clean dressing, “I did after I took a shower this morning. Not much I can do with it; the stiches have to do their job.” He fixes his shirt, and I’m disappointed to watch the sexy strip of his stomach disappear. “We want to take you for a ride, but I’m not so sure that Saint’s boxers and T-shirts would be good to ride in. Let alone the flip-flops.”
“I guess it’s too hot to just stick me in a leather jacket, huh?”
His inquisitive gaze scans over me, and I dip my head, looking over my makeshift outfit of borrowed clothes. I’m dressed like a total bum, but it’s comfortable. And besides that, the only people I have to impress are sitting right next to me.
“Not to mention if she doesn’t get a bra soon, I’m gonna lose my shit—having to watch her titties bounce each time she fucking moves,” Saint gripes as his hands fist tightly, glancing at my chest. They relax after a moment, and my lips turn up into an amused smile. He’s never one to hold back on what he’s thinking. Some may find it intimidating; I think it’s charming.
I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling ready to burst. My eyebrow shoots up, teasing him. “Like you’ve never seen a naked woman before.”
