All Sinner No Saint

by Serena Akeroyd

  “That’s because you’re on fire, baby,” I murmured, dropping to my knees beside the bed so I could focus on her more. Fucking her with the cold metal plug a few times, I twisted it, pushing down against my fingers once more, before I pulled it out and slid it down to her ass.

  One finger retreated, leaving the other inside. I pressed the pointy end of the plug to her rosette and gradually pushed in as I let my other finger exit.

  She used her forearm to cover her eyes as I worked, slowly but surely letting her ass swallow the toy, not stopping until it was all the way in. By that point, she was panting and my cock was weeping pre-cum.

  I needed in her so bad.

  With her legs spread wide, her pussy juicy from her arousal, I slowly crawled onto the bed and lay myself down atop her. Grabbing her forearm, I pressed it above her head.

  “Where’d you go?” I complained on a grumble, as I rocked my hips, sliding my dick along her wet juices.

  “Nowhere,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering open as she stared up at me. “That feels so good, Law—”

  “Don’t even go there,” I burst out with a faint laugh. I dipped down, nipped her chin, then whispered in her ear, “I’m your Saint. Patience only for you. Love only for you—”

  A cry escaped her and her arms surged around my waist, her legs cupped me tightly, and she clung to me, her face burrowing in my throat.

  “What is it, baby?” I asked, not overly worried because Ama always had been a responsive little thing.

  “Never thought I’d have this with you, and now I do, and I feel like I’m going to wake up and it’s all going to be a dream.”

  “Well, it’s a good dream for once,” I grumbled, loving her tight clasp on me. “And I ain’t going nowhere. Not by choice.” I was hers. And I didn’t give a fuck if that lessened me in the eyes of my brothers. I’d been hers since I was a kid, since her momma had charged me with looking after her. I’d been her guardian, watching over her ever since, and I’d die doing that. I’d die making sure she was safe.

  “The best,” she whispered.

  Deciding to make things less emotional because my cock was aching like a SOB, I murmured, “How’s the plug?”

  “Feels big.”

  I laughed—it was a starter plug, not as big as they could go, and seriously, I’d seen some shit in the bar at the clubhouse. That jeweled plug was tiny by comparison.

  “You’ll get used to it,” I told her.

  She hummed then arched her hips. “I need you.”

  “You can have me,” I growled, my voice rough as I heard the truth in her words—she was as desperate for me as I was for her.

  Slipping a hand between us, I grabbed my dick, then pressed the tip to her cunt and let myself slide inside.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” I ground out, before pressing my mouth to hers. I thrust my tongue between her lips, fucking her there as I began to make love to her pussy. She took me all in, not leaving an inch of me out of in the cold.

  And I rewarded her for that with two more orgasms, because I was a gentleman like that.

  ❖

  Ama

  Ink slapped my naked ass and I peered at him over my shoulder, mumbling, “What?”

  “You still in bed, lazy bones?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

  “Are you just getting back in?” I replied, rolling over onto my back, just so that he’d see my tits and stop harping at me—three guys’ needs were a lot to handle. Thankfully, my body was getting used to it, to the point where sleeping was becoming more of a necessity than ever.

  Who knew that being fucked into exhaustion would take my demons away?

  Hell, it was enough to turn me into a sex addict.

  Although, that would probably be exchanging one problem for another. Oops.

  At least my guys made me cry good tears. Ecstatic tears as my toes curled in and my body shook from the ecstasy they made me feel. That was healthy, right?

  “Yeah. We need to get to the parlor soon,” he told me.

  “Did church go okay?” I asked, curiosity biting me hard because I’d never known there to be as many churches as there’d been in the last couple of weeks.

  He pulled a face, but didn’t chide me for asking. He’d stopped telling me not to ask, but just wrinkled his nose or sighed when I did.

  “Went as well as it could go.”

  I hummed. That was a non-answer, but from his face, I figured something was going down, even if things had settled some—the latter I gathered from the fact that Kenzie hadn’t been strung up. Although, whether the brothers would do that when she was pregnant was something I wasn’t sure about. That my granddaddy had gone home also made me think things were on the right track.

  Still, I could be wrong.

  He’d told me that some of the Knights had gone to jail after a run, so maybe that was why he’d returned after staying for a week. He hadn’t told me the details, but nobody ever did, and I was too used to it to pout about it.

  I lifted my arms to him, but he grumbled, “I need to shower.”

  My lips curved into a pout. “No fun.”

  “You haven’t smelled me,” he teased.

  I bounced up. “We haven’t had a shower together yet.”

  A groan escaped him as I rolled up onto all fours, then leaped off the bed. He caught me, just as I’d known he would, but he didn’t argue again. Just carried me into the bathroom and straight into the shower cubicle.

  As I kissed his nose, I laughed. “You’re still dressed.”

  “Shit’s going straight into the laundry anyway,” he mumbled, ducking us under the spray the second he adjusted the faucets.

  I squealed when the cold water hit my back, and I slapped him in the side. “Meanie!”

  He grinned up at me. “Yeah? What about if I do this?” He tipped his face into my throat and began sucking down on the part he’d captured with his teeth.

  Apparently, my throat was a bigger erogenous zone than my boobs. Unless they twisted my nipples, I didn’t really feel all that much. But the second one of them starting nibbling at my throat? Jesus, I felt like I was lit up from the inside.

  I’d learned a lot about my body over the past week, and what I’d learned, I’d enjoyed. I felt whole somehow. Whole in a way I hadn’t been for too long. It was like I’d been a jigsaw puzzle that had been solved, but three pieces were missing. With the presence of Ink, Keys, and Saint in my bed, somehow, they filled the emptiness inside me—and I wasn’t talking metaphorically.

  Now Saint had invaded my ass, not one part of me wasn’t theirs, and I loved it.

  “I got you something,” he mumbled before he tongued my earlobe—another hotspot of mine—and sucked down. Hard.

  As I shuddered, I whimpered, “What?”

  His hands roamed over my back to explore the curves of my ass. When he pressed a finger against the pucker that was more accessible now thanks to the way he was holding me, I melted into him. “A plug. We need to get you trained up.”

  A laugh escaped me. “I know.”

  He stilled. “Huh?”

  “It arrived this morning. Saint used it on me.”

  His eyes darkened. “Did you like it?”

  “I felt really full but yeah, it felt good too.”

  He licked his lips, and from his tension, I knew he liked hearing that.

  “Did you come?”

  “Yeah,” I whispered, staring deep into those stunning jewel-like orbs of his. “He ate me out first and then…”

  A grunt escaped him and he pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re getting me worked up, baby girl.”

  I groaned as a thought hit me. “W-Would you take me at the same time as Keys?”

  “Not Saint?”

  “Or Saint. Either or. Both, I’ll take whatever I can get.”

  His lips twitched before he burst out laughing. I pouted at him.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You know that’s a thing too, right?”
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br />   “What is?”

  “DVP?”

  “DVP?” My brow puckered. “Sounds like fly spray.”

  He snorted then pressed his face into my throat again—only not to tease me, but to laugh. “Jesus, Ama, please, don’t ever change.”

  “What?” I grumbled. “Does it, or does it not, sound like something you’d use to kill insects?”

  “Well, whether it does or not is another matter entirely. What it means is double vaginal penetration.”

  I reared back at that. “Two? In there?” I hissed. “Where do they go?”

  His lips curved, and I slapped him on the back because he was getting too much of a kick out of this. “In your pussy,” he choked out. “But yeah, it’s a tight fit. Will be tighter with you, considering you’re still small.”

  My mouth dropped open. “So, technically, I could have two in my pussy and one in my ass?” I grinned at him. “I should get another guy, because my mouth will be free.”

  His eyes darkened at that and he slammed me into the wall. Before I knew what was happening, his cock was free from his fly, and it was thrusting deep into me.

  I wasn’t as wet as I could have been, and the water from the shower had kind of messed with how slick I was anyway. So when he thrust inside me, it came as a surprise, and I released a sharp gasp as he settled deep in my pussy.

  He didn’t stop either. Didn’t let me acclimate like he usually did.

  His eyes were on fire as he ground his cock into me hard and fast, and even though it wasn’t what I was used to from any of them, I realized they’d all been holding back in their own ways.

  Soft and gentle, even if they moved fast and a little rough, but it wasn’t like this.

  This was anger and need and jealousy… I’d made him jealous. And I hadn’t meant to.

  Jesus.

  Because I wanted to take back my words and burn them at the stake, instead, I reached up, cupped his face, and pressed my forehead to his. As the shower swirled around us, it was nothing to the inferno raging inside him. It scorched me, but I deserved the burn.

  I whispered, “I love you. Nobody can fill me like you, Saint, or Keys. No one. I’m yours. I was born for you guys. Born to fit you, to fulfill you. To be whatever you need.”

  As I spoke, his thrusts slowed, and though he was still moving hard enough to make my bones rattle against the wall, I understood.

  How the hell would I have felt if he’d said something like that about a clubwhore?

  I’d have been devastated.

  Absolutely destroyed.

  There was no place in my life for any other man. Saint, Keys, and Ink were it for me, and no words, even made in jest, belonged between us.

  When his mouth grabbed at mine, his tongue thrusting in me as fast as his cock, I knew what it was—a peace offering.

  I moaned into his lips and ran my fingers through his hair. Trying to soothe with my touch, to apologize for my stupid words.

  A guy in a normal relationship might find those words irritating, but in one such as ours? A relationship we hadn’t really settled into?

  God.

  I was so stupid and thoughtless sometimes.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I clung to him as he clung to me. Then his hand tunneled between us, and I knew he was getting closer to forgetting what I’d said. His fingers rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts, and I felt myself gushing around him. Release was there, exploding behind my eyes, and I floundered for a few endless moments until he caught me, wrapped me up in his arms, and held me tight as he experienced his own release.

  As the water ran cold around us, our heavy, panting breaths were diminished by the water. But I felt our racing hearts pounding against the other thanks to our tight embrace, and I whispered in his ear, “I love you.”

  “Love you too, baby,” he growled. When he pulled back there was guilt in his eyes, guilt, I guessed, at how rough he’d been, but I kissed him before he could say another word. No words were necessary. And I knew I’d never make that stupid mistake ever again.

  By the time we were washed up and clean, the water was close to frigid and I was aching a little. Not just from what we’d done in the shower, which did make me a little sore, but also from the fact that I’d been busy with Saint when I’d woken up this morning.

  Sex… now that I’d discovered it, was kind of taking over everything else, so I knew I needed to find a better balance. It was just weird… sleeping and waking up once a night instead of several.

  I figured I was getting a little punch-drunk on orgasms and sleep. I’d probably never been as rested in a decade.

  Laughing when I beat Ink in getting ready—he was still gelling his hair, ha!— I rushed out and into the kitchen where Saint was sitting, eating a sandwich. That he’d probably heard us in the shower didn’t faze me. We’d moved past that point, and I was damn glad about that.

  Still, I cocked a brow at him. “You look too innocent.”

  His lips curved. “Said no one to me ever.”

  Blowing him a raspberry, I reached over him and snagged part of his sandwich. When he grabbed my ass and hauled me onto his lap, I tilted my head for a kiss, marveling how things had changed so swiftly and in such a short space of time.

  With a sigh, I pressed into him when he broke the kiss and fed me a piece of cheese that had tumbled from his sandwich. I nipped at his fingers but accepted the savory treat with a smile of thanks.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Reading?” he replied, waggling his cell on the table.

  “Reading what?” After drawing, he knew reading was my favorite pastime—yeah, I wasn’t that great at the whole biker princess thing. I put up with the parties for them, but would have preferred to have been home reading. Although, that was before I’d discovered the big O, so maybe a couple of those before I dove into a book? Talk about a blissful Saturday night.

  He shrugged. “It’s just a book on cages.”

  I frowned. “Cars? Why? You hate cars.”

  “Good money working on them. Figured if I became licensed to work on them too…” His words ran off, and I stared at him in confusion.

  “Then, what?”

  “I dunno. Just, it would bring more money in.”

  There was something there I definitely wasn’t picking up on. Saint had been raised by Wheels, the dude everyone went to for a tune up on their bikes. If Wheels was good, Saint was even better because he’d learned at the master’s hand and had a great touch.

  The whole cage thing?

  “I’m confused. What’s wrong with the money you’re bringing in now? It’s good, isn’t it?”

  He shrugged, turning his face away to his sandwich.

  Doubly confused now, because there wasn’t much he wouldn’t share with me—and that had been before we’d become so intimate—I asked, “Is everything okay, love? I mean, you’re not in debt, are you?”

  He snorted at that, then cut me a wry look. “No, babe. I’m not in debt.”

  “So why are you worrying about money then?”

  “I’m just…” Saint winced. “I’ll have to go on some runs—you know a few a year are mandatory—but I can stop volunteering for them.”

  I blinked at him. “You want to learn how to fix cars to supplement the income you’ll lose by not going on as many runs?”

  Brothers who took part in the most perilous part of delivering the products the MC sold received a better cut—danger pay.

  When he shrugged again, I knew I had it right, and hell, if it didn’t make my heart go BOOM.

  I curled my arms around his waist and snuggled into him. “Thank you.”

  He cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

  That Saint had listened, and was actually acting on what I’d told him, even though I hadn’t asked him to make any changes to his life at all? Well, it told me exactly what I meant to him.

  “You heading to the parlor with us?” Ink asked, as he strolled into the kitchen. That he didn�
�t even lift a brow at us as he walked in told me how accustomed to sharing they were all becoming, but my fuck up in the shower also proved that they were still vulnerable and insecure in ways that only I could resolve.

  I’d need to work on that.

  And making stupid goddamn jokes at inappropriate moments wasn’t the way to achieve that.

  Dumbass, Ama, I chided myself. Dumbass.

  “Yeah, I’m scheduled on Ama watch anyway.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Because I need two brothers watching over me. I’m not even in danger, am I? After what went down with the Knights, isn’t the threat to the club and not to individuals?”

  “Hell knows where the cops are concerned,” Ink commented. “You’re an adult now, Ama. Last thing I want is you tied up in any of the shit we pull.”

  “The suckiest part of growing up,” Saint said wistfully. “Being old enough to be tried as an adult.”

  “Shut up, asshole,” Ink grumbled as he poured some coffee from the pot. “Don’t frighten Ama.”

  I frowned—did he really think that was frightening?

  Jeez. They seriously thought I was a wuss, didn’t they?

  “I’m not frightened.” Hell, it took a damn sight more than that to frighten me. “I’d prefer to not be in the dark, that’s all.”

  “You know we can’t tell you everything,” Ink said pointedly, staring at me over his mug.

  “Don’t see why not. My momma knows most things that go down, doesn’t she?”

  “That’s because Lucie has bigger balls than most men,” Saint inserted dryly. “Plus, she brought—”

  I sighed when he broke off. “The ghost guns, yeah, I know about that. Jesus. Do you think because I have breasts I can’t hear things?”

  Ink scowled. “We don’t—”

  “Yeah, you must, because I know for a fact that we just lost around three hundred grand thanks to the cops netting that last run, and I also know that a ghost gun is worth two thousand dollars. So there.” I blew him a raspberry—childish, maybe. But sheesh.

  Ink rolled his eyes. “Well, you know all the pertinent information then, don’t you? Why don’t you petition your father for his seat at the table?”

  I laughed. “I’d make an epic Prez. Pretty tattoos for everyone and afternoon naps as a standard.” When both men sniggered, I grinned. “Anyway, the cops aren’t going to hurt me. Aren’t they supposed to be the good guys?”