Page 12 of Stitches

I came hard once more, amazed at the skill he had to know my body so well.

His lips crushed against mine as he ground his dick deep inside me, hitting that place that sent my senses wild and my pussy weeping.

“Fuck. You’re coming so much for me. Good girl.Good fucking girl.Fuck, Sirena. Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me come too. Is that what you want, pretty girl? To make me come inside this tight, hot pussy you’re making me sin for? Huh?You want me to paint your pussy white with my come?”

How one man’s words could send me over the cliff again, I’d never know, but I came at his dirty words, my body trembling and my head spinning.

“Oh, heaven. Fuck yeah, baby. There you go. There you go. Come on my cock just like that. Just like that, baby. Oh god. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.” He came with a cry, both of us shaking in each other’s arms. His cock pulsated, filling me with every ounce he had.

Breathless, he rested his forehead against mine. My body was jello. I wasn’t sure I’d ever walk again.

“I love you,” he whispered. “So fucking much, Sirena. I want you to know that. I’m never letting you go. I will protect you forever. I swear it.”

Tiredly, I cradled his face, my emotions a jumbled mess, but one thing I knew was certain.

I loved him too.

CHURCH

Ashes had proclaimed the night his.

I watched him hold Sirena’s hand while throwing shit into his barrel, the flames licking the night sky.

He was acting differently.

He was acting like he’d gotten laid, but it was more than that.

I frowned, jealousy over him fucking her engulfing me.

Apparently, I was a jealous prick, even when it came to one of my guys with her. I was trying to work on that, but it was a struggle.

Like now.

I was staring at the pair, watching Ashes pull her around the flames. He paused to kiss her deeply. Her small body molded easily against his when he wrapped both arms around her, their lips fused to one another’s.

“She still loves you,” Stitches said from beside me. “Just as much as always, you twisted fuck, so get out of your head on that.”

I tore my focus from Ashes and Sirena and looked at my brother. The scar on the side of his face was dominant in the light from the fire. His dark eyes were downcast in some hidden sadness he didn’t want to talk about.

He was hanging in there but only just.

“I know,” I said, turning back to watch Ashes and Sirena continue to kiss. “She loves you too.”

He shrugged.

“You know she does,” I grumbled. “So stop keeping your distance from her. May as well join Ashes. He looks happy.”

“Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn’t. Life’s weird.” He took a hit from his joint and looked to the sky. He muttered something in Spanish I didn’t understand. It was rare he ever spoke the language, but it was just as much a part of who he was as the noose that had been around his neck weeks ago.

“They’re fucking,” I finally said.

“Of course they are. What does it matter? You fuck her.”

“I just didn’t expect it so soon. Figured we’d let her settle in.”

Stitches raised a brow at me. “Really?”

“Really.” I smacked him in the chest with the back of my hand. “I’m not as big of a fucking monster as you think I am.”

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