Page 99 of When Sinners Dare

“Thank you.” I breathe a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

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Kai wakes me up, and it’s still dark out.

“Oh, just a few more minutes,” I moan.

“No, get that ass up, little lady. We have a lot of miles to cover.” Begrudgingly, I get out of bed and get dressed.

At least he's grabbed a couple of coffees from the vending machine to wake us up. I watch as he packs up the small bag and loads up the Scout before dawn, and I try to find a less achy position to sit on the back, but, again, the love of the bike begins to wane the longer we ride. Hours stretch out, and what started off as being freeing and exhilarating turns to monotony. It gives me time to think and time to reflect, but it’s too quiet for me, and I can feel myself dwelling on decisions I’ve made – decisions that led to Dante leaving or the fight with my mother.

I suppose a lot has happened over the past few weeks – my world has changed irrevocably – and I only hope that it will continue to be for the better because of Kai.

Two further pit stops and what feels like countless hours later, and the spectacle of the strip finally comes into focus, rising out of the desert in the dusky night. Famous hotels and sights roll past, and all I can think about is rest.

Kai picks the Luxor, a giant pyramid of black nestled between two equally impressive hotels. He waits for me to get off the bike, only it’s a lot easier said than done. My limbs are stiff and sore, and as I try to move, they throb. When I get both feet on the floor, I crank my back up straight and get hit with a rush of relief as I bend it back. Walking is interesting – I feel awkward in my stride, but his amusement at me lessens the uncomfortableness. I throw a death glare back at him, but he just laughs, which dissolves my complaint because I'm not sure how much we've done of that – laughing. It's something I intend to change.

We check into a suite, and all I can do is be grateful there’s a huge bed waiting for me. Kai dumps the bags, and I gingerly climb on the bed and let the softness envelop me.

“Do you want anything?” he asks.

“In a bit. Let me lie here for a second. Riding for so long is really uncomfortable.” And my pussy is paying the price. “You know, you could do something for me.” I roll over onto my back and lean up on my elbows.

“Oh, really.” He dumps his jacket on a chair and stands against the frame.

“Yes, I’m particularly sore here.” I run my hand down between my thighs. “You need to lick it better.”

“Well, if you think it'll help," he replies, voice dropping, eyes darkening.

My legs get pulled down the bed before he starts stripping my boots and jeans. A few moves and I’m laid bare from the waist down for him. He kneels at the foot of the bed and then spreads my legs wide for access with his hands.

It starts with him blowing softly over my skin, which has me gasping in anticipation. Soft kisses to my chafed skin follow, and he trails his tongue over the area he’s kissed. It’s teasing and torture but also tender, and I sink into a state of contentment already.

His tongue finally spears through my folds, and he swipes until he reaches my clit. It’s bliss, and my body craves more as my legs fall open and I move closer to him. I glance down and see his green eyes fixed on me between my legs, and I close my eyes as he swipes his tongue again. He laves at my most tender spots, and it begins to work me up, spiking my need for him to push this harder and make me come.

“Feeling better?” he mumbles.

“Not yet,” I answer. “I need a little bit more.”

And he gives it to me. He switches gears from soft and careful to purposeful and planned, focusing on the nub of nerves that makes me want to fly apart at the seams. My mind forgets how uncomfortable I was and centres on the simple pleasure and the climax building through my limbs. I can feel the rise in every single muscle, like they’re being pulled tight, ready to explode. He must know I’m close as he quickens again, lapping at my swollen lips and licking my juices as he works me harder and harder.

“Oh, god, yes!” I grip the covers with my hands, and my head falls back, my back arching in delight, as I crest over my orgasm and my muscles contract and relax in the most delicious way.

With his tongue, he swipes softly for a final time, sending a last shiver over my body. “Hmm,” I purr. “Oh, I needed that.”

His grin is wicked and satisfied, when I look down at him, just like mine. “More than happy to indulge. Anytime, little lady.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

He climbs up the bed and settles next to me, brushing my hair with his fingers. It makes me relax even further, if that’s possible, after what he just did. It’s tender and sweet and something to cherish.

In amongst all of this toxic family drama and life, it’s like I want to box these moments up and keep them in a safe – special and precious.

Out of nowhere, my stomach lets out a rumble that’s so loud I want to grimace.

“Was that you?” he teases.

“Yes!” I giggle, mortified. I grab a pillow and shove it over my face.

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