Page 1 of Sinners Keepers
PROLOGUE
Ijah
Hunt was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on, and she was inmybed withme.
Not that I hadn’t had her in bed plenty of times before now—and anywhere else we could find a minute to sneak away to—but she was finallymine.
Her delicate, freckled face was more relaxed than I'd ever seen it, her lips parted as her chest rose and fell in soft rhythmic breaths. She was so still, so at peace; something that had eluded her all of her fucking life. The energy surrounding her was finally untouched by the world she’d been thrust into by her father.
I would never let that part of her past touch her again.
With herhusbandout of the picture for good, I would never have to spend another sleepless night sick with worry that I couldn’t protect her from him. There would be no more setting him up with constant out-of-town bullshit to make sure she was safe from his demeaning words and violent hands. Mattia had grown paranoid near the end.
Rightly so.
Alec, Law, and I had been undermining him at every turn for months, but it was his paranoia that ultimately cost him his life.
Good fucking riddance.
I ran my fingers along the edge of her cheek, thankful that nothing would ever be the same foranyof us from here on out.
All that our lives had once been had fallen away, and the guys and I were actively working to dismantle our little corner of the criminal underworld board by board.
For her.
Upon his death, every business Mattia had owned had been passed to me as his second in command, but I was no longer interested in living a life of constantly looking over my shoulder, wondering what might be waiting for us around the next corner. Alec and Law were on the same page.
Beck factored into that equation too, but his girlfriend had taken matters into her own hands to make sure they had a future together.
I'd been biding my time, hoping to get it right because so much was at risk if anything went wrong. But in the end, TK had been the one to pull the trigger that changed fuckingeverything—for all of us—and I was forever in her debt for that.
Hunt's eyelashes fluttered open as she stirred from sleep. Her fiery curls, still damp from the shower, clung to her cheek. A soft smile tugged at her lips.
Fuck. That smile.Those lips.
Having her look at me with such affection was everything I'd ever fucking wanted.
“Hey, cupcake,” I smiled back. “You didn’t nap for long.”
“I could feel you staring at me,” she scrunched up her cute little nose. “Creep.”
I wassucha fucking creep when it came to her. “Get used to it. I’m never taking my eyes off you again.” A shameless one.
She scoffed playfully, turning onto her back to stare at the ceiling.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
She faced me, looking into my fucking soul with those big green eyes of hers, a tear slipping from one corner. “How this doesn’t feel real. That we can finally be together. No more sneaking around. No more hiding.”
I cupped her face, swiping the moisture away with my thumb, then covered her body with mine. With my hands on either side of her, I pushed myself up and settled between her thighs. Her arms encircled my neck, drawing me in until our lips met for what felt like the millionth time, but every single fucking time I kissed her it was the same; full of every ounce of love and longing each of us felt for the other. The sweet sigh that escaped her as I nudged her lips apart with my tongue melted everything in me, the minty taste of her toothpaste still lingered there.
Neither of us had dressed after showering, I wanted to live and die this close to her, skin to skin.
I gripped my length, running the head of it through the lips of her pussy, circling her clit in a way I knew was torture to her. She was always so fucking wet for me. She sucked in a breath as I teased at her entrance.
I hummed against her mouth, kissing her slowly. She drove me fucking crazy, but I loved to hear her beg. I lived for every desperate sound I could draw from between her pouty lips.
“Thisis real,” I said, punctuating the word with another pass of my dick.
