Page 121 of In the Light of Sin

“My own personal shooting star?” She teased, going up on her tiptoes and dragging her arms up around my neck. “You know what I’m wishing for right now?”

I scowled, roughly grabbing her hips. “I didn’t do this so you’d fuck me, Joslyn.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “So you don’t want to have sex?”

“Didn’t say that,” I shot back at her. My eyes raked her up and down, sitting still where her yellow sundress showed the cleavage of her perky tits that fit perfectly in my hands. “I wanna fuck you in your cap ‘n gown.”

She pushed her chest against mine, a challenging look in her eye. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the nearest room I could find. I ripped the door open pushing her inside. Her laugh filled the small space as I pushed her against a barren wall. A bucket with a mop sticking out was poking my back as I was fumbling to get Joslyn’s gown and yellow sundress over her hips and panties pushed to the side while she worked my belt off, unzipping me and pulling my rapidly hardening cock out of my jeans.

“This is gonna be quick,” I warned her, lining up with her entrance, wasting no time in thrusting into her, a moan leaving those pretty lips I’d give proper attention to later. For now, I just wanted to feel her tight cunt strangling my cock. I heard the crowd outside talking and walking, cameras being snapped. The thought of someone walking in here and catching us made my cock kick inside of her. She felt it, another low moan escaping her mouth. I crushed my mouth to hers to silence her, the chatter from outside the door diminishing. I didn’t want anyone to hear her cries. Those belonged to me.

Joslyn broke away from our kiss, crying out when my cock brushed against a spot deep inside of her that always made her come undone. My hand clamped over her mouth, making her eyes pop open. “Can’t be caught, can we, Sunshine? Only I can know how you feel when my cock is this deep inside of you.”

Her moan vibrated against my palm, making my cock twitch inside of her again. Her teeth nipped the skin of my palm before soothing the spot with her tongue. The glazed lust in her eyes made me work my hips faster, her eyes slamming shut as her heat strangled me. She cried against my hand as she met her release, spilling all over me. Her come coating my cock made me choke on a curse before hitting my own orgasm. I let us ride out orgasms by continuing to thrust inside of her. I should have been embarrassed having a quickie with Joslyn in a janitor’s closet, but I wasn’t. This woman drove me fucking nuts. I’d worship her like the queen she is later in our bed, but this would satiate the both of us… for now.

Watching her come undone wrapped around me has pride bursting through my chest.

Her face was flushed, and the cap on her head was crooked. She was still breathing heavily as I let her put her feet on the floor. Her face was flushed as she grinned at me, “You should dress up for me tonight.”

This little minx. I leaned forward, giving her a hard kiss before I slapped her ass. “I control what we do.”

She snorted, no longer believing that. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Her gown slipped too far down her left arm, revealing newly crinkled skin. My aura darkened as I fixated on her new scars from the fire. She noticed my stare, moving to pull the gown sleeve back up, but I grabbed her wrist. It slipped down again as my throat worked past an uneasy knot in my throat. She always kissed my scars and made sure I knew how she felt about my markings. She thought I was disgusted by hers.

I leaned forward, ignoring the hitch in her breath as my mouth brushed her uneven skin. I didn’t like how rough her skin felt on my lips, but these scars were part of her. And I love every fucking inch of this woman. “Are you going to accept that you and your scars are beautiful now?”

Her voice was more raspy, trying to contain her emotions. My body straightened while I rolled my eyes. I’d never accept the way I looked, but I’d always make sure Joslyn knew she was beautiful. I turned to the door, opening it to see if we could sneak out of here unseen. But like everything else, luck was never on my side. On the other side, we were greeted by wide eyes as we stood in front of Tyrant and Knight’s wide, teasing grins. My forearm wrapped around Joslyn’s waist, pinning her to me. “The fuck you two lookin’ at?”

“Lookin’ for the ghost in this place, but it looks like it was just Joslyn.” Joslyn shrieked at Tyrant’s jest, burying her face in my side as a growl barred from my throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” I snapped at him.

“You sure finished fast.” I was gonna kill this motherfucker. “I know some people that can help you with that problem.”

I tried to step forward, Joslyn having to hold me back as Knight laughed. He slapped his hand on Tyrant’s back. “Just fuckin’ with ya, brother. See you at the clubhouse?” He led Tyrant away from us, but not without some parting words. “Maybe we could teach you how to last longer than two minutes.”

Thou shall not kill in public. Thou shall not kill in public. Thou shall not kill in public—

“Two minutes? You’re bein’ generous. I think it was thirty seconds at best.”

I felt Joslyn shrug at Tyrant’s words. “He has a big dick and knows how to use it.”

Tyrant and Knight laughed as they walked away, telling us that they’d meet us at the clubhouse. I felt my cheeks burn. Thank fuck my hood was up. Joslyn squeezed me, I didn’t have to look at her to know she was smiling. “They care a lot about you, ya know?”

“I feel the love.” I deadpanned, guiding us towards the front of the building. My heart was uncomfortable in my chest. Tyrant and Knight annoyed the fuck out of me, but they reminded me of Michael and Karev.

“People show affection in different ways,” She began as she waved at her friends who were leaving. “If everyone showed love the same way, no one would believe it.”

I didn’t show Joslyn love traditionally. There weren’t many I love yous. I wasn’t romantic. But I fucked her senseless and knew how she liked her coffee in the mornings. I knew she liked to garden when the sun was setting so the dew would help the flowers grow. I knew that her bottom lip jutted out when she was irritated and that she loved it when I talked in sign language to her, even if she had her cochlear implant now.

I loved her in my own way. And that was enough for her.

I grunted in response, interlacing our fingers together. We were walking amongst the crowd. I felt the stares and the whispers, but I didn’t care. I glanced to my side, Joslyn still smiling trying to hide what she was hiding from everyone. But she couldn’t fool me with how her usual shine was dimmed.

I tucked my middle and ring finger against her palm. I felt her eyes on me, but I refused to look at her. I felt her copy my gesture, her two knuckles brushing against my palm. I glanced at her.

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