I held her back, coming down from my high and sobbed into her neck.
“I don’t deserve you,” I choked out. “I’ve never deserved you.”
She pulled my face up and stared at me.
“You deserve to be loved,” she murmured. “And I deserve to love. So let me, Sinclair. Let me love you. Accept that I do and that I always will. That we were made for one another.”
I nodded, my throat tight, and kissed her again.
And for the first time in my life, I finally believed I was someone worth choosing. That I finally fucking mattered.
To hell with everything else.
She was home.
CHURCH
After we’d heard Sin fucking Sirena, Asylum had bailed, chuckling and skipping out of the house with his fork. I watched him trip over the welcome mat and nearly falling on his ass, but he nailed the landing and high-fived himself before darting into the woods.
He was fucking weird.
But he was useful and Sirena liked—loved—him, so I’d accept it.
“Hey, there she is,” Stitches said brightly as Sirena emerged from Sin’s bedroom two hours later, Sin’s hand clutched in hers.
Her cheeks darkened, and she ducked her head, a tiny smile on her face.
“Nice, man,” Stitches continued, grinning at Sin.
Sin smiled back, looking less stressed than I’d seen him in weeks. I relaxed, feeling like shit was finally coming together for us.
“Come here,” I called out to Sirena.
She came to me and settled on my lap as Sin took a seat next to Shadow.
“Did you and Sin work everything out finally?” I murmured, kissing along her jaw.
She nodded.
“He fuck you, baby?”
She nodded again.
“Mm, tell me, did you like what he did to you?”
She bit her bottom lip and stared at me from beneath her long lashes.
I smiled, enjoying her coyness.
“Do you think you can take more cock tonight? We all want you.”
She darted her gaze around before looking back at me and nodding again.
“Oh, you dirty, sexy little monster. We’re going to fuck every hole you have. You think you’re ready for that welcome home gift?”
She licked her lips before kissing me.
That was all I needed. I had her stripped bare in a matter of moments, and my knees locking her legs wide open for the guys to see.