Page 28 of Sinners Keepers
Alec leaned down, murmuring against my lips, “And mine is that I’d love nothing more than to watch that happen from the rearview mirror, listening to every little sound he pulls from these sweet lips while waiting for my own turn.” He kissed me again, lingering but not quite long enough. Then he pulled away and we were moving to leave.
As we piled into the car—Law and I in the back seat and Alec in the driver’s seat—for a split second, my gaze flicked behind me to the crowd of people we'd left behind, imagining again a pair of brown eyes peering back at us through the darkness.
Then Law pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, breathing heavily. He leaned over, pulled the door shut, and his lips were on mine.
Every other thought melted from my head.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Hunt
I’d never been kissed like this before.
It wasn’t better or worse than all the ways Ijah had kissed me, just different.
Ijah had always kissed me with gentle reverence, tenderly. On the other hand, Law's kiss was demanding, his lips nearly bruising against mine. I desperately wanted to clear my mind of Ijah as Law pulled me closer, but my experiences with him were my only point of reference and I couldn't seem to shake the near-constant stream of thoughts I had of him.
His tongue ran slowly over mine in a way that made me dizzy. He knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure, and when he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, I nearly lost it. His hands slid down to grip my hips tightly as he pulled me close, grinding himself up against my core.
He shifted one hand to wrap around my leg, grazing the seam of my pants with his thumb. It was fully intentional. I quietly moaned into his mouth, unable to keep it in.
“What are we going to do with you, baby?” He teased, pulling back to peer at me. “You’re so wet, I can feel it through your leggings.”
The car swerved slightly. “Eyes on the road, asshole. You can watch once we’re home,” he barked over my shoulder at Alec—causing Alec to grumble something I couldn’t quite make out under his breath—then softened again when his face returned to mine.
He slid a hand up the length of my back, gripping the nape of my neck and pulling me in for another kiss. I rolled my hips, and he hummed into the kiss.
I was drunk on him.
Drunk on the fact that Alec was mere inches away from us, sneaking gazes in the rearview mirror as he drove, apparently loving this too.
Fuck wine, all I needed was these two like this to rid me of all my thoughts and concerns.
“Mmm, I know you want it, baby. We’re almost home.” He threaded his hand into my hair, gripping it hard at the root as he peppered kisses along my jaw. “So needy, sweet girl,” he whispered, and I thought I might die then and there.
The click of the turn signal sounded and I knew that meant we were likely home. My lips felt slightly swollen, and the entire lower half of my face was deliciously beard-burnt from his stubble.
God, I could get used to this kind of attention.
That scared me as much as it excited me, which was a lot.
Alec pulled into the driveway and put the car in park.
I started to shuffle off of Law's lap, anxious to get inside with the two of them. But when Alec opened the car door to let us out, he jumped into the backseat next to us instead.
The space was cramped and I was about to say as much when he shifted me from Law’s lap to his, cutting off my words with an eager kiss.
He was more rushed than Law, more intense. I was consumed by them, so much so that when Law slid his hand between us and gripped my chin, pulling my face back to his for more, I didn’t falter. Moving from kissing one of them to the other was easy. Seamless. Perfect.
Everything.
“Inside?” I begged, breathless, and thankfully they listened.
We were so wrapped up in one another that no one noticed the extra car in the driveway, and when we stumbled in through the front door, scrambling in the dark to find a light switch, it took a hot minute before any of us realized we weren’t alone.
I pulled away from Alec, attempting to gain my bearings enough to make it to the couch. When I stumbled into the room—my eyes barely focused from the oxytocin-induced haze I was in—my breath caught in my lungs at the outline of a figure in the dark that I would have recognized anywhere. Even if it were pitch black in the room, I still think I would’ve known it was him just by his presence.
“Ijah,” I breathed, his name sliding so easily from my lips—still puffy from kissing his two best friends.
