Page 43 of Sinners Keepers
They both just snorted. “How did we get so fucking lucky to haveyou, baby?” Ijah replied.
Alec smacked my ass, shocking me. I clenched around his length and he grunted. “Turn around for me so I can get that cute little ass ready.”
Is it possible to come from words alone?Because Alec made me feel like it actually might be.
His hands framed my sides, nudging me to turn. I maneuvered myself around, spinning on his cock a full one-eighty. Once I was facing the other direction, he encouraged me to lean forward with his hand flat against my upper back.
The soft sounds of Ijah stroking himself next to us nearly sent me over the edge.
My chest met the bed at the same time the bedroom door clicked open.
A rush of excitement washed over me.
Until I turned to face the door and found Law standing there.
Filthy. Disheveled.Bloody.
I felt Alec’s cock deflate inside me as I hurried off of him and bounded toward Law, both Alec and Ijah fast on my heels.
“What the fuck?!” I screeched.
My eyes flicked from injury to injury, unsure where to look first.
His shirt was stained with thick layers of blood and dirt, and the fabric looked like it had been shredded by a cheese grater all down the front. I could see a deep gash on the side of his head where blood had oozed down his neck and pooled at his shoulder. My heart skipped a beat at the sight.
I wanted to grab him. To hold him. To put him back together.
“I’m okay, Hunter,” he said hoarsely.
“No, you’re fucking not!” I was frantic now, standing in front of him butt-ass naked needing answers.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Ijah demanded.
“Ellis happened.”
“Jesus Christ,” Alec muttered, reaching forward to pick a piece of what looked like tiny gravel from Law’s tender abdomen. Sticky, half-dried blood and thick dirt clung to every inch of his torso.
“Call my mom,” Law said, slowly limping toward the bathroom.
“We’ll never get Hunny off his dick now,” Alec said to Ijah, half joking.
I swatted him in the chest and followed after Law. I was sure they were used to seeing each other come home like this, butIwasn’t, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to joke about it.
He was probably right, though.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Hunt
Law hissed through his teeth as Ijah dabbed at the tiny lesions scattered over the full length of his upper body.
He was freshly showered, spread out on the couch while we waited for his mom to arrive. She was apparently a registered nurse and would be able to take a look at him and decide if his condition necessitated a trip to the hospital, which he wanted to avoid if at all possible. I was super nervous to meet her, but also glad he would have someone to check him out at home first. I really felt like he needed to see a doctor, but I also understood why he didn’t want to go in. There would be too many questions he wouldn’t be able to answer truthfully, and what the fuck kind of story could we make up to explainthis?
He seemed totally fine other than being super sore. The guys all said being shot with rock salt was usually not a big deal, but myloving fathershot him in such close proximity that he may have had internal bruising—not to mention the fact that he knocked him out cold.
Thankfully for all of us, my dad was anabsolute pineconeand couldn’t finish a job if his life depended on it apparently.
I was more worried about the gash on Law’s head than anything, but once he’d cleaned up the wound wasn’t as bad as it had first looked. Ijah explained to me that head wounds bleed more heavily than wounds on other parts of the body because your face and scalp have a lot of blood vessels close to the surface of your skin. It always looks worse than it is and most of the time it’s not as severe as it seems like it might be.
