Page 58 of Sinners Retreat

“Bon voyage!” Cat yells to the receding man.

Kindra slides the fishing pole back into its holder, then turns to me. “Did you figure something out?”

I pull her into me, not caring that Cat can see. “I think I have a solution to your job problem, but Bennett has to talk to Jim first. As for the other, I want you to meet me at my villa around midnight. We have some reconnaissance to do.”

Kindra beams up at me with a genuine smile. “I’ll be there.”

Chapter Twenty

Ezra

With some of the weight lifted from her shoulders, Kindra seemed a lot lighter after the boat ride back. She even joined me for a round of mini golf before heading back to her villa for a nap. I don’t blame her. We were up very late last night.

After she was gone, I sought out Cat. She would be my alibi so that Kindra wouldn’t suspect I’d put the meat hooks in Eighties’ cabin. After spending several hours with her, I’m not sure why my brother doesn’t get along with her. She’s pleasant enough to be around.

She’s no Kindra, though.

I haven’t stopped thinking of my raven-haired goddess since we parted ways this morning. Even now, sitting at the tiki bar with Cat as the sun sets over the water, my thoughts are with her. I’m ashamed to admit that many of these imaginings are X-rated in nature, and I’ve worked myself into a proper case of blue balls.

Tonight isn’t about sex, though, and I’ll need to take care of this raging lust so that I can focus. If I don’t rub one out before she shows up at my villa in a couple of hours, I’m liable to rip off her clothes before she even gets through the door. That’s how badly I yearn for her.

“It’s been fun, but I need to get back and prepare for tonight,” I tell Cat as I rise from the bar stool.

Her lower lip forms a pout. “I wish I could tag along.”

“I know, pal. You’d get bored, though. We’ll just be poking around a dead man’s things.”

She groans. “Stop it. That sounds so exciting.”

Has she lived under a rock for her entire life? Nothing about this sounds exciting to me—aside from being with Kindra. That’s always exciting.

“Don’t forget your drink,” she says as the bartender arrives with the piña colada I ordered almost thirty minutes ago.

I grab it from her, nod, and head toward the strip of villas.

A full moon would be fitting for a night like this. It’s always a full moon in the books and movies. But this is real life, and a slender crescent of light hangs in a sky full of stars. The storm stayed far offshore, but the storm inside me rages on.

As I clear the steps on the little porch, I’m already undoing my khaki pants with my free hand. The door clicks shut behind me as I place the piña colada on a side table and grip my cock. With all the shutters closed, this seems like a good enough place to jerk off and clear my head.

Leaning my weight onto the side table, I work my dick to thoughts of Kindra. I imagine tying her up. Biting her soft flesh. Licking her pussy until she begs me to stop. I even imagine drowning her again.

The way she looked when she came from that...I can’t describe it. Beautiful. Perfect. Nothing seems to fit. Even thoughI can’t put a word to what I’ve seen, the images burned into my brain bring me right to the edge.

Right as I hear footsteps on the stairs outside.

I’m too close to stop now, so I lean over the glass rim of the piña colada as come jets from the head of my cock. Despite being the same color, it doesn’t blend or sink to the bottom. It just floats like an ominous glob on the surface.

Oh god. It looks like phlegm.

I nearly break my neck as my head whips around, searching for something to disguise it. My eyes land on the tiny purple umbrella lying beside the glass. I mix it up, the contents blending just as I hear a knock on the door.

I fasten my pants and continue stirring the evidence into the drink as I open the door. It’s too early to be Kindra, yet there she stands, looking incredible in a skin-tight all-black outfit. She’s even smudged a bit of dark eyeliner around her eyes. She’s the picture of an assassin.

God, if I ever have to die by someone’s hand, I hope she’s holding the blade.

“You’re a bit early,” I say as she enters my villa.

“I’m happy to see you, too,” she says. “I couldn’t sit still, so I figured I’d come over.”

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