Page 17 of We Are All Sinners

I let myself get lost in her.

Fuck I have missed this. The feel of her skin touching mine, her taste her smell, every fucking thing about my perfect little witch.

She grabs my shirt trying to pull me closer. I pull back only because this fucking middle console is keeping me from taking her the way I want to right now.

I place a soft kiss to her forehead, “Later, I swear we will continue this, but right now, you need to get some aggressionout, and so do I. Let’s play, then we can make up for the last ten years.”

She nods, looking back into my eyes like she is holding something back and then softens her face into her precious smile, which used to make me drop to my knees. And fuck me, it still does.

“I do love you, Brixon...” She stops herself, gives me a quick kiss, and jumps out of the car as the guys pull up behind us on the circle drive, or what’s left of it. I get out of the car trying to tame the raging fucking hard on that I’ve had since the first day I saw her, and it all hit me. I’m not going to pretend that this is all normal, because it isn’t.

I’ve spanked it enough in the last week to have a fucking callous on my hand. I haven’t had a callous from jerking off since I was nineteen.

I can’t help but laugh to myself at the irony that the only reason I developed that callous was because I waited until she was ready to have sex, just as she did. I never wanted anyone else. From the moment I was eleven and gave her those flowers at our special spot, I knew that no one else could ever take her place.

I worked so hard to make it special for her. We were both virgins that night. I wanted to make sure it was everything she could have ever dreamed of. I hate the thought of her thinking she had a shitty first time, with some fucking asshat jock. The thought of anyone else touching her, taking advantage of the fact that she was drunk, makes my blood boil.

I move around to the back of the car listening to everyone else laughing with a scowl on my face.

“What’s so funny?” I ask when I see Evie is doubled over chuckling while Liam and Noah are trying to hold back their laughter.

“Sis was just telling us how happy her and Emily are that we aren’t a throuple.” Noah explains, shaking his head.

“Enough with the throuple bullshit. We all know none of us are gay. No offense, I love you guys, but not in a million years will any of our dicks get close to one another. I’m just saying.” I reiterate for good measure, making Evie cackle louder.

“Brix, I’m sorry, I have a lot of teasing to make up for.” My little witch gives me a genuine smile before she gets up on her tip toes to reach up and kiss my cheek.

All better. She always made me better.

Muffled screams from the trunk put a spark in Evie’s eyes. She smirks at me before turning to Noah.

“You got the keys bub? Pop the trunk.” She smiles wide, ready to play. Noah can’t contain his smile at her calling him bub again as he hits the button on the key fob to open the trunk.

Noah and Genevieve were always like siblings growing up since they are the same age, only a year younger than me and Liam. They messed with each other relentlessly. They had a rule thatthey were allowed to mess with each other, but no one else could mess with either of them, or they had hell to pay.

The trunk glides open revealing a very pissed off snot covered Brook. Her stringy light brown hair clings to her red and puffier than usual face. Her makeup is smeared in with snot and tears, showing off the dark purple bruising under her red eyes.

Brook’s tits, which are already hanging halfway out of her ultra-low-cut shirt, look as though they may burst as she attempts to suck air in through her snot filled nose. I cackle at the whistle her one working nostril makes in her sad and desperate attempt to breathe.

Liam shoved something in her mouth and secured it with what looks like a pink headband of some kind with ears.

Evie chuckles a bit then looks to Liam, “Hey, Thor, get this bitch out of the car please, I can’t get blood in her trunk. That would look suspish, don’t ya think?” She waves her hand around rolling her eyes, giving us a duh look.

My little witch hasn’t changed a bit. She always loved giving orders.

Liam obliges my girls request, heaving the chick out, and dropping her on the dirt at Evie’s feet with a thud.

“Your wish is my command pipsqueak. I’m honestly excited to see what you do next!” He gives a soft laugh as he bows.

It’s almost as if no time has passed. I mean we never killed together before, but I’m guessing by the way she has played this out so far that it’s become her thing.

At least it’s one thing about myself I won’t have to hide from her the way most Saints do with their covenants. I’m lucky to have someone like her by my side to share it all with.

Fuck, I can’t believe there is something powerful enough in this world to make me forget the majestic beauty that is Genevieve Hope LaBlanc.

Chapter 5

Evie

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