Page 34 of Saint's Sinner

As soon as the chance arose Sinn intended to show Night that he was fully capable of leaving him wrung out and mumbling incoherently, something he’d murmured in the man’s ear while he’d been caressing him. The moan of desire Night had instantly let out had only ramped up Sinn’s desire more.

God, just thinking about the possibilities left him shuddering beneath the shower spray with his head thrown back, balls tightening as Night drew out the final word. He came with the echo of Night’s voice in his ear and the shock of the shower room water heater finally giving up the ghost after so many of them had used it. Even in his post orgasmic haze he found himself chuckling at the disgruntled yelp Night let out before he cut off the water in his stall. Sinn did the same a few minutes later, after he'd cleaned the cum from his body and finished rinsing off. By then he was shivering and whishing he’d grabbed clothes from Saint’s room at the house, since everything he’d worn home had been borrowed from someone else.

Hell, everything he’d worn back at his childhood home had been too, mostly his brother Dougie’s since they were the closest in size. Stepping out of the stall, he reached for the towel he’d hung on the hook outside the door, only to discover that Night had already delt with the issue of clothing for him, by leaving a t-shirt and sleep pants beneath the soft cotton towels. It didn’t take him long to dry off, get dressed and join the others at the table, soon followed by Night.

Sinn was blown away when he touched the dominos and discovered that the dots were raised instead of sunken, and for the next few hours was able to lose himself in the flow of the game, until the door to the bunkhouse swung open, accompanied by a flash of lightning so bright even Sinn winced a little.

“Thought you two would be up at the house in my bed waiting for me once you found out we were only a few hours behind you,” Saint said. It was one part statement, one part question, and one hundred percent filled with annoyance.

“Would have been if Teddy wasn’t his usual prickish self,” Sinn declared.

Saint’s boots crunched against the wood as he stalked over, no doubt leaving a trail of footprints for their scut puppy to clean up.

“Oh for fuck’s sake I should have figured,” Saint groaned, dripping water on Sinn’s head when he rested his hands on Sinn’s shoulders.

“How’d you guys get around all the detours from the bridge getting washed out?” Night asked at almost the same time as Sinn asked, “How’d the raid go?”

“We came in from the west instead of the south,” Saint explained. “Tried to tell Cody to do the same but cell reception was spotty and the message never went through.”

“Yeah, we lost GPS several times, so Cody took the route he was most familiar with, even if it meant adding an extra day,” Night explained.

“Was a smart move on his part,” Saint replied. “We’ve got family along that route. They might not be fans of our way of living, but they’d have let you guys in if there was a need. As for how the raid went, the Disciples won’t have to worry about anymore threats out of the Serpents. Bikes, buildings, and bodies were in flames by the time we tore out of there. We’vefinally got the funds to set up a proper shop for the custom builds and tackle a few other projects that have been on the backburner for a while.”

“Any casualties?” Sinn asked.

“Not on our side,” Saint replied. “Your family went home intact, if a little bloody, same as us.”

“You okay?” Night asked.

“I’d have been a lot better if you two were where you were supposed to be, now get moving. I’m not sleeping in here and I’m not sleeping without you,” Saint instructed as he gave a little tug on Sinn’s collar.

That was all it took to get him on his feet, even as his brain registered an absence of sound from Night’s direction.

“There a problem?” Saint asked, voice having gone low and snarly.

“No sir,” Night replied, chair finally scraping the floor as he scooted it back.

His tone said otherwise though.

“Soon as we get settled we’re gonna talk about why you hesitated,” Sinn hissed as they headed for the door.

At least Saint had the foresight to bring the UTV around. The trip back to the house was a dry one, but the moment they stepped inside the house, via the mudroom entrance inside the garage, he started bellowing for Teddy.

The man didn’t appear until they were halfway up the steps leading to Saint’s room and when he did, Saint barely gave him time to squeak out aI’m right herebefore launching in on him.

“I don’t care what you did or why you did it, apologize, fuck off, and don’t speak to them while they are in this house again!” Saint bellowed.

“B-but…” Teddy stammered.

“Apologize!”

“No! It wasn’t…”

“What did he just tell you to do!” Mark snapped from somewhere to the right of them as they reached the landing and headed for Saint’s room.

“Fine, I’m sorry! And I hate every last one of you!” Teddy yelled, footsteps retreating at a rapid rate and punctuated by the slamming of a door.

“I’m running out of patience with him,” Mark sighed.

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