Page 48 of Sunshine & Sinful

“He is.” Better than Dark. Better than any man I’ve known.

My ex blows out a loud breath. “I know you don’t need it. But if you decide to marry him, you’ve got my blessing.”

I twist my head to look up at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Dark’s fingertips drum on my shoulder. “We agreed after Fog was born that if I fucked up and couldn’t keep you, that he could. You belong to us. You’re our family. I’d rather you be with Pops than some other douchebag like him.” Dark lifts his chin at Anthony, and as if on cue, Sunshine fires a final shot into the center of his skull, spraying brain matter all over the couch cushions. Anthony’s eyes widened a fraction and freeze that way as blood trickles out of the hole in his forehead and down his face. Anthony’s body twitches once, twice, three times, a postmortem effect of the soul leaving the body, or that’s how I’ve always thought of it. You’d think witnessing someone die in this manner would bother me, but it doesn’t.

Taking the ice from my sore knuckles, I toss the half-melted bag onto the couch next to the brain matter.

Sunshine hands off the gun to Dark and crowds me, his chest meeting my front. Hooking a finger under my chin, he forces me to tilt my head back to look up at him. He smiles, both dark and sensual, crazy and sweet. He just killed another man in my honor. It does something to you—the adrenaline, the power. I get it. I feel it, too. The throb in my chest. The giddiness that it’s over. Truly over.

Covering my mouth, I giggle, staring into the most handsome gray eyes lined around the edges.

A low rumble vibrates against my breasts as Sunshine’s hardness presses into my belly.

“Just take her into the bathroom, for fuck’s sake.” Dark pushes our shoulders as if trying to usher us out of the crime scene. “Go. I’ll make the calls. We’ve got cleanup to do, but you’re not gonna concentrate ‘til you’ve nutted. Now get the fuck outta here.”

Not needing to be told twice, the handsome biker clasps his hand in mine and tugs me down the hall.

“Try to be quiet!” Dark hollers at our retreating backs, and I giggle like a giddy schoolgirl.

We say nothing as the bathroom door slams open and then shut. We don’t waste time tearing off our clothes in the rush to get him inside me. Kicking off his jeans, Sunshine collects all our mess and throws it into a pile by the tub so we don’t trip. Then he’s on me, lifting me off the floor and depositing me on the vanity, where he pries my legs apart to settle between. I wrap them around his waist as my upper back relaxes against the medicine cabinet for support. Positioning his cock at my entrance, Sunshine slides the head in just a fraction before he leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his hot mouth.

Arching my back, holding him to my breast, I cry out in pleasure. My walls clench around his cock, and he curses but doesn’t go further as he worships my tits—one then the other, not wanting either to feel left out. Writhing against him, I dig my heels into his tight ass and urge him forward. Sunshine chuckles around my nipple but doesn’t relieve the ache that builds and builds until I’m scratching at his shoulders, sobbing.

“Please!” I beg, not caring how sore I am from last night. “Please. Please. Fuck me.”

The tortuous man doesn’t relent. He sucks and sucksand sucks on my tits until they hurt and wetness drips from my pussy.

“Colton,” I gasp when I’m on the brink of going mad. “Fuck me.”

But he doesn’t listen.

Not when he sucks welts onto my chest, not when he brands my throat in addictive hickeys, or when he swirls his tongue around my nipple and nips me sharply with his teeth. Eyes slamming shut, a vicious tremor rocks through me.

Chuckling as if he’s found his favorite naughty switch, Sunshine does it again, and I come hard. White hot pleasure sears through every nerve ending as I buck against him, needing to be filled, needing more, and finally, the man gives it to me. All of it. His dick slams home, and I scream, not caring who can hear.

Gripping my ass to keep me steady, Sunshine fucks me senseless. “Just let go, Sweets. I’ve got you.”

Knowing I’m safe, loved, and nothing can hurt me.

I let go…

Of the past.

Of the deceit.

Of the pain.

I release everything holding me back and focus on now. The pleasure. The perfection. The hunger. Every drag of his thick cock as it stretches me, filling me, hitting that sensitive spot, making me gasp in ecstasy. His hot breath on my neck as he whispers sweet nothings. The scrape of my sensitive nipples against his pecs. His scent, winding and weaving through my soul—of spice and man… of home.

A shudder ripples through my core, and I don’t realize I’m crying until a tongue slides up my cheek, collecting my tears and washing them away.

Sunshine’s lips drop to mine as I struggle to catch my breath. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Looking into his eyes, laden with lust, I thread my fingers behind his neck. “I need to come.”

The sexy man smiles lopsided and cocky like the devil himself. “Then come for me, Sweets.”

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