Page 84 of The Sinner and the Gunslinger
“Shut up.”
“You said that too.” He laughs. It’s deep, hearty, and I hope I never stop hearing it. “I think you scratched all down my back, too.”
“I will murder you if you tell anyone about this.”
“Why are you embarrassed? My wildcat has claws.” He snarls, nipping my shoulder. “I love it.”
“I’m not, I’m just...” I don’t know.
“Leila, it’s okay to want to be fucked so hard you can’t think of anything else. In fact, I’m getting hard again thinking about it. I want to fuck you again while you’re full of my cum.” His breathing becomes shallow as lustful thoughts darken in his eyes. “I loved seeing you use me to feel good. After this time, I want you to do that while you’re sitting on my—”
“Zeke!” I cover his mouth. I can’t believe my cheeks are heating right now. I’m not a prude. Am I? I mean, I can’t be. I’ve been with too many men. But this was different. It wasn’t just fucking. It was letting myself go with someone I’m not ashamed around. It was making love and all that sickening bullshit. I said Ilovehim. During sex. My hand is still over his mouth. He mumbles something, so I slide it off.
He starts rocking his hips, hardening inside me again.
“Say it again,” he pleads softly.
I don’t need to ask what he means. “I love you,” I moan.
Even if that means he’s in the firing line. I’ll just have to work twice as hard to keep him safe.
Thirty-Two
Zeke
Time is erased.
There is nothing but us for long sweaty minutes as we languish beneath the blankets until finally, Leila moans, “I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Later.” I chase her lips.
“Zeke.” A warning tone.
I give a reluctant groan but let go of her and lie back on the pillow. “Okay, fine. But then you’re coming back to the same spot. We’re fucking again.”
She laughs but doesn’t answer my demand. Just gives me a look that could mean yes, it could mean no. I have no clue and don’t care. As I said, there is no time. I’ll wait here forever.
While she’s gone, I drag a blanket over my body and sigh. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. I’m still staring at the flowers painted on the ceiling with a dopey grin on my face when Leila cries out in surprise from behind the bathroom door.
A chill runs through my veins. There’s no reason for me to be alarmed. That was just a sound of surprise. Confusion. Could mean anything. But my hand is hunting near the floor beside the bed, groping for where I left my Colt.
I’m on my feet, gun pointed at the door, when it bursts open, and she runs out with wide eyes.
I grip her shoulder, tugging her close. We twist so my body is in harm’s way—gun pointed at whatever threat is inside the bathroom. My lungs heave hard. My mind scrambles to catch up.
What the...?
Snuggles—the toy I swear I left at the abbey—sits beneath the sink, facing us with its one-button eye. The smokey scent hits me.
Leila covers my hand on her shoulder. Her heart pounds so hard that I feel it against my fingers, despite being inches from her chest.
“Leila,” I say slowly. “Did you bring the toy from the abbey?”
She shakes her head. “I thought you did.”
I slam the bathroom door shut. “We have to get out of here.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I scramble to find my clothes and shove them on while thinking of the millions of protection spells Wesley tried to drill into me. Which one on my body was it again? Wasn’t there a demonic containment spell? Shit. I think it keeps demonic entities out or in. I was better with the physical weapons. Brainy stuff was Wesley’s area.
