Page 37 of Sinners Keepers
The sky had changed from its bright, afternoon hue to an orange-tinted gray as the last rays of sunlight faded away. I knew Ijah and Alec were waiting impatiently for us at home, but I was too wrapped up in Law to think of anything outside this moment with him.
His lips trailed along my neck, igniting a fire in the pit of my stomach.
“I can’t fucking stand it anymore,” he murmured against my skin between slow, gentle kisses. “Those other two assholes have had you, and you parade this tight little body around in front of me, so fucking sweet to me, practically begging me to fuck a baby into you.”
I pulled back from him, my mouth fucking gaping.
Where did that come from?
And why did it turn me on?
I kissed him again, more intensely this time.
He couldn’t actually fuck a baby into me… because I had an IUD. But he didn’t need to know that yet, and I would sure as fuck let him try.
We were lost in each other until the piercing screech of a car alarm sliced through the evening air, jolting us back to reality.
He reluctantly pulled away from me, kissing me one last time before lifting me slightly and planting me back on my feet.
“As soon as we’re home,” he promised.
“So no cocoa then?” I asked jokingly.
He grasped my hand, his calloused palms rough against my skin. The slam of the back hatch echoed in the parking lot as he guided me to the passenger side and opened the door. After I settled into the seat, he reached across me to buckle my seatbelt, his nearness heating my skin again.
I was down horrendously for this man and as soon as we were through the front door, I was totally jumping his bones. The fact that I hadn’t yet was honestly a damn crime.
“We can still stop for cocoa,” he said once he was seated behind the wheel. “We’ll be fast,” he winked.
I wanted to pout about it because I was eager to get home now, but he was just doing what I’d asked, and I also really wanted the cocoa.
The headlights of the car illuminated the street as we drove along in the low light of the evening, the tires humming against the asphalt. The few streetlights that broke through the darkness cast an eerie yellow glow over everything, flashing through the windows as we passed by. Fate Trace always seemed to have this unsettled energy about it. As I reached to turn up the song that had just come on, Law abruptly turned off onto a side street. The motion would have thrown me into the center console if he hadn’t reached his arm out to hold me in place.
“That’s your dad’s fucking car,” he said, pulling in close behind a silver sedan parked in the alley.
The sedan was running, and Law wasted no time throwing our own vehicle into park and bolting out of it. He bounded toward the other car, very obviously blinded by his need for this tojust be overand not thinking. I didn’t have much time to think either before scrambling out of my seat and chasing after him.
He jerked the driver’s side door of the sedan open, aiming his already-cocked gun at the person behind the wheel.
Law startled for a split second and then said, “Well.Don’t you two look cozy.”
Without lowering his gun, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, snapping a picture.
I hesitantly stepped forward, and when the person he spoke to came into view, my eyeballs popped out of my fucking head.
It wasn’t my dad.
It wasRob, his fucking right-hand man, with his pants around his knees and my dad’s girlfriend speared on his cock.
“First of all,” I said, cringing. “That’s disgusting.”
Rob jerked her off of him, his hard dick smacking against the front of her pelvis and I nearly vomited as he struggled to unholster his own weapon.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Law said, tipping Rob’s head to the side with the barrel of his pistol.
“Every single person connected to your dad has zero fucking brains,” he said, tossing me his phone without taking his eyes off of them. “Send Ijah our location.”
How was he not at least gagging a little?
