Page 68 of Sinners Keepers
“Such an obedient little slut,” he cooed.
Ijah grunted from beneath me. “Keep fucking talking to her like that and I’m going to blow before we even get started. Her pussy just clenchedsofucking tight around me when you said that. I…” his words were cut off by his own gasp when I clenched again, this time on purpose.
He gripped the back of my neck, and law held tightly to my naked hips.
They each found their pace, fucking me stupid, and I gave myself over to it.
I was lost in them—in each of them—just as I had been from the very beginning.
I had always known I had this much love inside to give to others, but they’d shown me that I was more than worthy of all that love in return and more.
They were my forevers, and I wouldn’t change a thing about the crazy, fucked up path that led us here.
EPILOGUE
1 YEAR LATER…
The guys had spent a long time cleaning up Mattia’s shit, and last week we’d signed over the last of his businesses to a local buyer.
And yesterday, we said goodbye to Fate Trace.
At least for a little while.
Sweat beaded along my hairline. It was so fucking hot here and I already had sand in every crevice of my body, but I was in heaven for a couple of reasons.
For one, I was surrounded by the three loves of my life in literal paradise.
The four of us were soaking up the sun, me in between Law's long legs, resting against his bare, muscular chest. His abs twitched against my back as he took a sip from the icy beer can he held, condensation dripping down the sides of it.
In addition to that…
“God, you guys are too freaking cute,” my best friend said, stepping through the sliding glass doors that led to her kitchen.
She was carrying a watermelon that was almost as big as she was, her new puppy nipping at her ankles as she walked across the wet concrete.
“Kairo, you’re going to make your mama slip and fall. Calm the fuck down,” her husband scolded the little guy as he followed behind her carrying a butcher knife and a cutting board, he slid the door closed.
She plopped the watermelon onto the outdoor kitchen countertop and brushed her long black hair over one shoulder. Bending to pick the wiggly ball of black fur up, she said, “Mama doesn’t mind, does she? Does she?” He licked her face like a little maniac as she held him against her chest, stroking him in a soothing manner.
“Yeah, well.Imind, cuore mio,” Beck said, touching the tip of the knife under her chin. He gently tilted her face toward his with the blade, capturing her lips in a quick kiss before turning to slice the fruit.
God, they made me fucking swoon.
I was so goddamn thankful to be here with them. I’d always wanted to travel; the Dominican Republic was a great place to start. And if not for TK, none of us would be here at all.
She plopped down on the concrete next to Law and me. Sitting crisscross applesauce, she leaned back on her hands. Kairo settled into the empty space between her legs.
“Where do you think you’ll go after here?” she asked.
“I hearParisis lovely this time of year,” Alec inserted himself into the conversation.
TK cackled, but I just rolled my eyes, ignoring him. “I don’t totally know,” I responded. They could take me anywhere, and as long as I was with them, I’d be happy.
“We’re going out later to get a few things for dinner tonight. Do you need us to pick anything up for you?” she asked, scratching behind the puppy’s ears.
“I think we’re good—” I started, but Alec cut me off.
“Champagne,” he stated plainly.
