Page 52 of Sinful

“Malachi,” Ashes said, moving to stand on Stitches’s side of the bed. “You hungry?”

Stitches’s eyes snapped open. “I could eat.”

I smiled at that, knowing he needed more food in his body. He’d lost weight like I had while locked away in the facility.

I kissed his cheek before straddling him to take Ashes’s hand. Stitches was quick to put his hands on my waist and hold me over his impressive, hard length.

“Good morning, angel,” he said, smiling at me.

My face heated beneath his stare.

“Let’s make breakfast and get her fed before we do any of that,” Ashes interjected. “Church is gone.”

Stitches released my waist, and Ashes helped me to stand.

“I know. I was awake when he left.” Stitches sat up and rubbed his eyes. “It was around five this morning. He hauled ass out of here quickly. Said he didn’t want a prolonged goodbye because those hurt more.” A look of despair washed over Stitches’s face. “He drove to the airport and left his car there.”

“I assume he took his father’s private jet out?” Ashes asked, kissing my temple.

“I guess. Sounds like that’s how he sent for him.” Stitches stood and adjusted himself in his boxers. He winked at me when he caught me looking, making my face heat again.

Quickly, he put his fingers beneath my chin and tilted my head up so we were staring into each other’s eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed about wanting what you want, angel. I have no issue with it. It’s yours to take.”

I gave him a bashful smile, which he ate up before he pressed his lips against mine. It was easy to fall into the guys’ kisses, and I wasted no time doing it with him. His hard length pressed against my belly, letting me know exactly what he thought about it.

“Come on,” Ashes urged. “I’m hungry.”

“We can spread her legs and eat her pussy on the table,” Stitches murmured against my lips. His words sent a thrill through my body. “She’s the perfect meal.”

“I’m not opposed to that.” Ashes dragged me away from Stitches, and they both helped me to dress before they led me downstairs.

“I want you to sit and relax,” Ashes said, handing me the remote. “I’m going to make breakfast. Stitches is going to —”

“Start eating now,” Stitches said, his dark eyes roving over me.

I squirmed beneath his gaze.

The doorbell rang, making him scowl.

“Stitches is going to answer the door while I make breakfast.” Ashes let out a laugh and went to the kitchen.

“Hold that thought, angel. Let me deal with this,” Stitches said, getting to his feet and going to the door. I watched him open it and groan.

“Fucking hell, Cady. Really?”

“Out of the way, stranglehold. I’m here with stolen waffles and to see my sister.”

“And you brought Bryce?” Stitches let out a sigh. “You’re lucky Church isn’t here. This wouldn’t go over well.”

“Long hair, don’t care.” Cady pushed past Stitches and came straight for me, a bag in her hands I assumed housed stolen waffles.

“I heard Church left,” she said, hugging me.

“How did you hear that?” Ashes asked from the kitchen.

“He texted me.” She looked at me, her eyes rounded. “He said I’m supposed to let you assrods handle things, but he said I could come to stay the night if I wanted to. So here I am.”

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