Page 33 of Saint's Sinner

“Maybe you should consider watching your tone, prospect, before I get you bounced down the road.”

Night snorted at that, while Sinn rubbed his temples, the minor headache that had started earlier that morning beginning to morph into a full-blown migraine. Between the tropical storm raging off the coast and the washed-out bridge that had forced them to add an extra day and a half to their trip home, he wasexhausted, drenched to the skin and more than ready to sleep on something soft.

Sinn’s first thought was to wish they had a place away from the compound to go like Cody, Wreck and Bellamy did, if only to avoid the unpleasantness of Teddy when he wasn’t in the best form to deal with the man.

His second was that he should have insisted they follow them up to the main house where Cody had gone to give messages to his mother and brother, only he’d second guessed that thought the moment it had entered his mind, not wanting it to look like he was hiding behind Cody or Kat. They’d parked Night’s bike in the garage adjacent to the clubhouse where the rest of the crew had gone and wiped his machine down together. By the time they’d finished, the trio had been on their way out the gate, Wreck’s airhorn sounding a goodbye.

Having Night speak up didn’t sit right either, not when he risked his position among them by doing it, only something must have changed between the time Sinn had gotten snatched up and their arrival back, because Night was full on laughing now, while Teddy let out a hiss of outrage.

“Do you think I’m kidding!” Teddy snapped, the wet slap of his foot stomping on the floor and crunching dirt beneath it almost enough to get Sinn laughing too. He’d give anything to see him looking like an angry imp with a pinched frown and a wet sock on his foot.

“No, I think you’re delusional,” Night replied, his voice having grown low, cold and more than a little bit dangerous. “You don’t have the kind of pull to get me tossed out of here. You’re treading on thin ice with that attitude of yours and I’m going to be the one laughing when Kat and Mark show you the door. How can you be a part of something so strong and viciously protective and not have any of it rub off on you? Just fuck off and get back to being the maid while you still have thatposition. We’re going to the bunkhouse. You can explain why to Saint when he gets back.”

It made his head throb a little, but Sinn laughed anyway and readily turned when Night nudged him. Together they headed back out the door, Sinn taking great satisfaction in stomping the mud from his boots all over the floor on their way out, laughing harder when Night did the same.

Outside was nothing to laugh about though and he didn’t mind in the slightest when Night wrapped an arm around him and guided him in a half-run, half-slide down the hill to the main part of the compound and the bunkhouse on the far side of it.

“Guess at this point, the only way we’re going to get warm is in the shower room,” Night declared over the pounding of the rain on the metal roof. “At least there are boot trays outside of the door there and a scut puppy who wouldn’t mind cleaning up the mess even if there wasn’t.”

“Oh really?” Sinn teased. “You’ll have to introduce me to him sometime.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Night’s shoulder brushed his as they knelt to remove their boots, all the shadows beneath the covered porch making it a little tricky to place them properly in the tray when it already contained several other pairs from their riding companions, but he managed, and without Night having to adjust them.

Inside the shower room, Sinn could hear several other stalls already in use and hoped there was at least one free that he and Night could share. Once they’d stripped off their wet rain gear and the damp leather underneath, they patted it dry with soft cloths, then hung them on the drying rack in the corner, before peeling off their wet clothing. It wasn’t an easy feat when dealing with jeans and Sinn was glad to hear that he wasn’t the only one cursing. Night let out one colorful stream of expletives afterthe other before Sinn heard something clatter and go spinning across the floor.

“Shampoo, conditioner or body wash?” Sinn asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.

“Who the fuck knows, but now thereisa mess for this scut puppy to clean up,” Night remarked, chuckling as he went after it.

A shower turned off and a short time later Sinn heard wet footsteps slapping against the tiles.

“Thought you guys headed to the house,” Danny said.

The quiet man was related to Creature and as steady as they came. When the ruthless cousins had chosen to remain behind, he’d stepped up and volunteered to fill one of their vacant spots. At no point had he treated Sinn like he was different from any of the other riders, which Sinn was grateful for.

Sinn was certain that was why Cody had welcomed him onto the crew that escorted him back to North Carolina. Kyle and Cain from the Outer Banks chapter had ridden back with them too, though Cain hadn’t been too pleased about leaving his partner, Thorn behind in Texas. He intended to hug Cody when he saw him next, Bellamy and Wreck too, and not just for the escort, but for verbally smacking some sense into him when he’d been down on himself.

“There was a toxic entity stinking the place up so we decided to come down here,” Sinn replied, prompting laughter from Danny and Night.

“Bet it was pretty rank too,” Danny remarked. “The guys and I were going to wind down with a few games of dominoes if you wanna join us.”

“Ya know what, that sounds like a good idea,” Sinn said.

“Cool, we’ll add a few more chairs to the table.”

“Thanks,” Sinn replied, feeling himself relax more now that they were away from the house. His headache was fading too andwhen Night passed him a shower caddy, Sinn realized that he was eager to get cleaned up so he could join the others. That hot water streaming over his head felt a billion times better than the lukewarm shit at the rest stop that morning and as he spread the foamy body wash over his skin, he realized that Night had given him his own products to use.

Someone was humming, which morphed into song, and it took a moment for it to register that it was Night, and his voice was powerfully rough and perfect for the Metallica version ofTurn the Page. He sang it with vigor, complete with every snarl and growl, leaving Sinn both achingly hard and feeling like he was front row at a concert. When he got to the line about walking into the restaurant, Sinn shuddered and let out a low groan as his hand slid down the front of his body to caress his cock, stroking to the cadence of the song.

God the man could sing.

Those rugged muscles had felt like steel beneath Sinn’s fingers last night when he’d glided his hand beneath Night’s t-shirt to stroke them over his abs. The prospect outweighed him by sixty pounds easy, and every inch of it was firm, but Night had laughed when Sinn asked how much time he’d spent in the gym and claimed to have never been inside one.

Good genes and plenty of backyard wrestling had been Night’s response, and when he’d gone on to talk about the number of siblings and cousins he’d grown up around, Sinn had easily been able to see how that would be the case.

Night had told him all about a badass cousin of his who wrestled throughout the Carolinas and Georgia too, the admiration in his voice unmistakable. That the cousin was a woman hadn’t been apparent until he’d said her name while recounting how many times she’d pinned him. Was refreshing to spend time with a man who was completely unphased about having lost to a female and didn’t give a damn about genderroles, but what had ticked off the final box on Sinn’s checklist of desirable partner traits was when Night admitted that he hated being perceived as a top and even a dominant simply because of his size. Ironically enough, Sinn had overheard Creature growling something along those same lines to Rabbit, complaining about how being verse wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be when no one would ever give him the ride he wanted.

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