Page 17 of Ashes of Saints

We are all shocked that Maddox is getting married. Happy of course, but if you’d asked me six months ago if any of us would settle down, I’d have firmly said no. But Kyra is perfect for him and it’s almost serendipitous how they ended up together.

That makes me sound romantic.

I’m not.

A woman slides between Travis’s legs and unzips his fly.

“Christ.” He pulls out his cock, and when she wraps her mouth around it, he releases his tension in a long sigh.

I look away. It’s nothing I haven’t seen a million times before. Despite wanting to get to the club for relief, I’m finding myself irritated.

I don’t want any of these women. My cock is searching for a green-eyed little saint.

“Didn’t you do therapy or something?” Travis asks, and I roll my eyes.

He just isn’t letting this go, is he?

“I’m not marrying anyone. So, settle down. Anyway, Maddox had to kidnap his soon-to-be wife, so that takes planning.”

In between a moan, Travis snorts, then shoots me a look filled with question. “I heard you found the girl.”

Fucking Maddox.

I shouldn’t have told him weeks ago, but I was excited. Still, I’m not kidnapping Aurora. I’m more the trap them in a web kind of guy.

And I’m not answering his question.

I toss back the rest of the golden liquid in my glass and let out a groan as Travis bucks his hips up and grips the woman’s ponytail going hard at it.

“Shit. Shit. Yes, baby. God, what a hot mouth.”

I feel my cock harden. It’s a natural response.

When my thoughts go to a woman who could be my half sister, not so much. I googled quick DNA testing on the drive to the club. It’s going to take a few weeks to get the results, if I pull some strings.

Again, not because I want to fuck her—liar—but getting a boner for a fucking sibling while I fake date her is going to drive me insane. If I can rule that out, at least I don’t have to feel like a dirty piece of shit.

Which my father has already helped with, but whatever.

Travis cups the woman’s face. “Lick me clean, baby.”

I catch the eye of our personal waiter, indicating that I want another drink. It’s arrives a minute later while Barbie—or maybe that’s the other one—laps at Travis’s shaft.

Christ.

I should have jerked off before leaving my penthouse. I’m still aroused after meeting Aurora and soaking up the sexual heat pouring from her body. The sick part of me wants to demand Durran drive me back to her place so I can knock down her door, slam my mouth on hers, and worry about the fucking DNA later.

Her breasts were lush and round. Her body slim but with full hips, perfect for gripping. Those green eyes that have haunted me all my life were framed with long dark lashes.

Her baby golden locks were now deep red, and it had me wondering if she was also golden between her legs.

Some are, some aren’t.

The only way to find out would be to spread her thighs and inspect her sex. While there, it would be rude not to lick her pussy.

She better not be my fucking sister!

Adjusting my cock, I glance at the two women that are let into our VIP area. I’ve already decided I’ll fuck one of them after that depraved thought.

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