Page 51 of Saint's Sinner

Night growled, arm snaking around Sinn to cup the back of his neck. “Gladly.”

“Something tells me I’m about to be treated to a show,” Saint said, the clatter and snap of things indicating he was packing the first aid kit away until later.

Night’s injuries, though bloody and painful, had proved to be mercifully shallow. Night’s explanation about his uncle’s methods of teaching lessons had left Saint seething, but with Night unwilling to give up the location of his families home, there was little any of them could do but wait until he was capable of riding with them to retrieve his kutte.

Was a hard balance and one Sinn fully understood. Fortunately, Mark was willing to try diplomacy first, even if it went against his nature.

Sinn took his time peppering Night’s skin with kisses and nipping from time to time to make sure he had his full attention and was no longer thinking about the recipes he wanted to introduce to the bar’s limited menu. After years of bland burgers, heaping mounds of fries, and overly fried chicken wings, his introduction of real cheesesteak sandwiches, chiliand cornbread, and homemade tacos, had been met with cheers from many who got the bulk of their meals there. While Doc B had been tending to Night’s injuries, Mark had decreed that he’d be taking over the bar kitchen as soon as he was healthy and instructed him to devise both lunch and dinner menus, so the bar was more than just a walking advertisement for a heart attack. It was an assignment Night had willingly embraced, though there were moments, like this one, when Sinn wished the Prez had waited until Night was on his feet again before telling him about it.

Lazy and unhurried, he sought to erase the discomfort Night must have felt as Saint tended his wounds, while Saint slid onto the bed behind him caging Sinn in between their larger bodies.

“Don’t mind me,” Saint murmured as he swept Sinn’s hair to the side, exposing the back of his neck. “I’ll just be back here watching and tasting a little.”

“More like tickling a little,” Sinn griped good naturedly as Saint’s goatee brushed over his skin.

Of course, Night couldn’t resist dancing fingertips along his sides until Sinn was laughing and squirming between them, unable to draw a full breath. It was then that Night kissed him, stealing the last breath from his lungs, and curling his toes too. Hard and wanting Night’s hand on his cock, Sinn was shocked when Night pulled away abruptly, until he heard him moan and realized that Saint had pulled them apart so he could kiss Night too. They were moaning over his shoulder, Saint grinding against his ass, Night squirming against his front, squishing him in their enthusiasm, even while they caressed each other and him. Someone’s hand gripped his hair, someone’s teeth dragged over his shoulder and bit. Someone urged Sinn’s leg up and slid it over Night’s hip, while cool, slick fingers probed his entrance. Night squirmed backward, making enough space between themthat Saint could wrap a slick hand around their cocks and press them together as he began to stroke them.

Now Night’s lips were back on his as they shared hungry kisses, moaning as Saint pleasured them both. They gasped out ragged pleas, Night’s fingers threading through Sinn’s hair as Sinn gripped his, their bodies trembling.

“Fuckkkkk!” Night whined as his cum splattered Sinn’s belly.

Sinn couldn’t formulate enough thought to say anything as he came because Saint had started fucking him harder, while still steadily stroking their dicks, and everything shattered into brilliant silver shockwaves of pleasure that blotted out the rest of the world.

They were all wrung out and sprawled across each other when the knock sounded on their door, interrupting the blissfulness of the afternoon. Sinn yanked the sheet over them while Saint rolled from the bed, muttering curses all the way to the door.

“Sorry boys,” Kat said once Saint had yanked it open. “But Night has some visitors over at the clubhouse and according to my husband they’ve brought a present for him.”

“It’s not my birthday,” Night muttered sleepily.

Snickering, Sinn rubbed circles on his abs. “So when is?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Oh now this I have to hear,” Kat replied, footsteps approaching, then the bed bounced and Night let out a small eep and clutched the blanket and Sinn to his chest.

“Halloween, okay,” Night blurted. “Now please get off the bed Miss Kat before your husband shows up and guts me.”

Giggling, Kat patted Sinn’s leg, probably thinking it was Night’s. “Well, a surefire way to bring him up here would to not put in an appearance at the clubhouse.”

“Uggg,” Night grumbled, but at least he started moving, which forced Sinn to sit up too.

“Why didn’t someone tell me he had a Tasmanian devil tattooed on his ass.”

Saint snickered, the low light reducing him to a shadow crossing the room to hunt for his clothes. “You should see where he’s got the road runner.”

“Nope, no way, I’m not getting killed today,” Night replied as he fumbled around, half twisting beneath Sinn before he yanked his pants onto the bed, dragging them over Sinn’s shoulder as he attempted to shove them beneath the sheets and pull them on.

“I’ll be sure to snap a picture,” Saint teased, making Night groan, then let out a hiss when wiggling around irritated one of his injuries.

“Alright, alright, I’ve had my fun,” Kat said, the bed shifting a bit as she stood up again. “I’ll tell my husband you’re on your way down…then I think I’ll head to the kitchen and see if we’ve still got any of those Loony Tune cookie cutters left from when the kids were little.”

“Hey, didn’t you have a Tasmanian devil cake pan too?” Saint asked.

“Ohh, you know what, you’re right,” Kat replied, the sound of her retreating footsteps an indication that she’d finally left.

“Why!” Night grumbled, finally willing to let go of the sheet so he could dress properly.

“’Cause it made my day to see you blushing at the thought of Kat seeing what only we get to touch.”

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