Saint
Iwasdonefightingthis thing.
I want you to do whatever you need to do to make this easier.
The easiest thing to do was be with Tori. I trusted Joker and our friendship. We had been through all the shit over the years. He wouldn’t like it, but I hoped he could move past it. If he couldn’t, I would put that fire out once it was blazing.
One thing at a time, and right then, my focus was on Tori.
She clutched onto my back, squeezing my hips between her thighs. Knowing her naked cunt was pressed against me had me so hard it made me dizzy. I kept my palm on her knee, reminding myself this was real. I had spent a large chunk of my life indulging in all things. Drugs. Fun. Crime. And pussy. But never fully. I had never been inside a woman, and I knew if I didn’t get inside Tori soon, I would lose my shit.
It was fucked up in the most twisted way possible. My virginity had been taken away from me by the father of the woman who was slowly beginning to own me. Hell, who was I kidding? Tori had always had a hold on me. It was the only reason I regretted putting her piece of shit father behind bars.
I sped, taking the curves sharp and loving it when she held on tighter. Having her arms around me, holding on to me, made me feel like I was exactly where I belonged. The city flew by in a flash of blurry lights as I rushed to a place where I could forget everything but her, and when her shitty apartment building came into view, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I helped Tori off my bike and pulled her skirt down around her thighs so none of the fuckers sitting around her apartment parking lot could see her naked ass.
“Is Gracie home?” I asked, breathing hard from the adrenaline rush of a fast, hard bike ride and the need boiling over inside me.
She shook her head, and that was all I needed to know.
I took her hand and pulled her behind me up the stairs to her apartment door.
“Unlock it.”
I was being short and to the point, but I couldn’t wait another second to be inside her. All the back and forth. The blow jobs, tasting her, and having my fingers inside her wet heat … it was all pushing us to this moment.
She was Lorne’s daughter, and he had ruined me, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was Tori broke me into pieces—exposed me—and then slid me back together. The way she arranged me was a better fit.
Her hands shook as she unlocked her apartment door. I was happy she had so many locks, but I was dying because it took her so long to open the door. Once she did, I pushed her inside, slammed the door behind us, and pulled her into my arms.
“You’re mine.” And then I kissed her harder than I ever had.
I breathed her in—took her essence inside—and soothed all the broken parts.
25
Tori
Hiskisswasdifferent,demanding. He was staking his claim on me, and I loved it. Pulling away, I took his cheeks in my palms and scanned his face.
“But are you mine?”
I was opening my heart to him—trusting him not to break me—and I knew if Koah said he was mine, he meant it.
He pulled me closer, nipping at my bottom lip. “Fuck yes. I’ve been yours since the first time I saw you.”
He devoured me, his tongue twirling with mine and his flavor easing my craving for him. As he maneuvered us down the hallway toward my bedroom, my top was the first thing to go. He pulled it up, ripping it over my head, tangling my hair in the cotton before it was free, and tossed it to the floor. Before we reached my door, he pushed me against the wall and ripped my bra down seconds before he captured my nipple between his lips.
Need shot through me as I lost my fingers in his dark hair. “Oh God.”
He sucked and nipped at my nipple, making me hiss before he switched sides, doing the same to my other breast. His fingers deftly unhooked my bra, and I slid the straps down my arms. He leaned back, capturing my lips once more and allowing my bra to fall to the floor.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he breathed against my lips.
His thick fingers moved up my outer thighs, pushing my skirt up.
“Just take it off,” I whined, needing to be naked with him.