Page 25 of Dead to Sin
I rolled my eyes, taking him by his cum soaked hand as we made to leave.
He brought both our hands to his mouth as we walked, unthreading the two fingers he’d just had inside me, and licked each one without so much as sparing me a side glance.
Yeah.
I could absolutely love this man.
KIERNAN
Icouldn’t get over the fact that this was my life now. That Indie was here, and real, and willing to let me have all the little pieces of her I’d been dreaming about and fucking myself to the images of over the last year now.
It used to make me feel pathetic: that I was so obsessed with someone I’d probably never see again. But now it all felt… warranted.
Like everything between then and now had been leading us back to one another. Like every part of the universe conspired to make this happen, and my thoughts manifested her over time.
It was funny to me that she’d worked here all this time. That Sammy had mentioned her on so many occasions and I hadn’t known or realized it was her.
He’d loved her. Adored her.
Now it was my turn. Except… more pervy.
“You’re glowing, Kiernan.” Amelia’s words stopped me in my tracks as I walked into work. I had been fully prepared to nod a hello—per usual—on my way to the office.
I made a show of holding my hand up in front of my face and inspecting it for luminescence. “Hmm. I don’t see it, but I’ll placean order for a new lead apron. Could be that my old one needs to be replaced.”
Amelia rolled her eyes, unappreciative of my lame attempt at making a joke. “You know what I meant. And it wasn’t that.”
I just smirked—huffing a laugh—then chose to be honest. “Ifeellike I’m glowing, Mills.”
A smile split her face and I made my way into the office, waving as I walked away.
It was true. Indie made me feel light and airy. Like I could breathe deeper.
Our relationship was far from ever interfering with either of our day-to-day work lives, physically speaking at least, because it was very rare that we saw one another during work hours.
Which was a damn shame.
I plopped down in the chair behind my desk, pulling out my phone to text and make sure she’d made it to the crematorium okay this morning.
Last night had been one of the rare nights she spent at her apartment and not in my bed since she’d given in to the inevitable.
I slept like shit, but it was probably for the best that we each maintained some semblance of a personal life outside our relationship.
Healthy. Or something.
Kiernan
Morning, sunshine.
Three bouncing dots appeared at the bottom of the screen.
She replied with a selfie of her eating breakfast in her car. A fucking fruit roll-up was hanging from the corner of her big toothy grin, and she was holding an iced coffee in her other hand—one that I knew had enough caffeine inside to send me intocardiac arrest. I still wasn’t sure how her small body metabolized it all so well.
Indie
Breakfast of champions.
God, she made me grin like a fucking fool.
