Page 158 of Wicked Sins

“Perfect,” Candy chimes. “We’ll let you know if we need groceries. Just call us before you leave town.”

Quinten pauses to sneer at us again. “That’ll cost extra, all those extra miles—”

“And worth every penny,” I say, making Candy laugh. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Candy and I have a pizza downstairs with our names on it.” I stand, straightening my clothes, and Candy rises with me.

We follow Quinten down the hall, Candy peeking up at me through her lashes when I squeeze her ass through her jeans.

I’m sure even the staff are starting to wonder what goes on behind these locked doors with the constant do not disturb sign hanging from the knob.

I like to think they stay awake at night wondering if we’re really racking up such a massive Pay-Per-View bill, or if we’re busy doing things no brother and sister should ever do.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Candy asks as we enter the elevator behind Quinten.

“I’d rather not,” I say, not bothering to lower my voice. “Uncle’s hair is already almost all gray.”

We’re still chuckling when we get off the elevator, and Quinten storms past us, hand white-knuckled how he grips his briefcase’s handle. We don’t make it anywhere close to the hotel’s restaurant, of course. I drag her into the women’s bathroom, and after a quick check to make sure we’re alone, lock the door behind us.

She squeals when I squeeze her ass and then bursts into giggles when I come up behind her and tickle her neck with my lips. I unbutton her fly and shove her jeans to mid-thigh, kicking open her legs and bending her over the sink.

Yeah, it’s crude and disgusting to have a quick fuck in the bathroom, but I can’t keep my hands off her. And when she bucks into me as I come, grinding against my hips as she watches my reflection, I know she feels the same.

We’re punch-drunk in love with each other, but even knowing we still have decades of quickies and lovemaking sessions ahead does nothing to extinguish my visceral need for her.

And God, that makes me happy.

“I’ll have to make that up to you later,” I say, as I zip up my fly.

She lets out a low laugh and holds up two fingers like a hippie at a peace walk.

“Twice?”

Candy bites the inside of her lip. A third finger joins the second.

“Damn, darling, you drive a hard bargain.” I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her, burrowing my face into her hair. “But, I think you deserve at least four orgasms tonight for having to deal with that prick Quinten.”

“Deal.”

I turn her to face me and cup her face in my hands. For a moment, all I can do is drink in the sight of her until my entire body fills to the brim.

I should be devastated at the cost of my happiness, but I’m not. In fact, I may just be a selfish prick, but I’m convinced the universe still has a fuck load of making up to do. For the shit Candy and I put up with, we both deserve a happy ending bursting with happiness, and life…

Andlove.

All the love we can bear.

Epilogue

Candy

“Jo. Jo! Wake up!” I grab Joah’s shoulder and drag him onto his back. He grunts at me, slinging a hand over his face to shield the sun from his eyes.

“Christ, what? Is there a fire?”

I bark out a laugh and straddle him, bouncing up and down on his lap like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Candy, God.”

I stop bouncing the moment his dick hardens. Biting the inside of my lip, I try to slide off him with a mumbled, “Sorry.”

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