Page 43 of Dead to Sin
A tall man with dark hair and tattoos covering his arms reached out and grabbed her by the elbow as she stumbled. The way he held her, with a protective grip and a concerned expression, made me assume he was her significant other. “Oh, look. Someone just as clumsy as you are, Hunny Bee.”
“I am not clumsy,” she pouted up at him, then turned to me with a warm smile. “You’re good, no worries.”
Two other men crowded in behind her. The brown-haired one placed a hand on the small of her back while the blonde one planted a quick kiss on her freckled cheek.
I should have already been on my merry way, but curiosity held me in place. I raised an eyebrow at her. She just scrunched her nose in response.
“You, Hunter? Not clumsy?” Blondie asked incredulously as he pulled back from her.
The brown-haired one took her hand and wiggled his phone in front of her face, jerking a nod toward a booth in the far corner.
She squealed at the face on the screen. “TK! Oh my god!”
A dog barked in the background and I was sure I heard a gruff voice say something in Italian, but they were already halfway to their seats.
I had to shake myself out of the momentary trance I’d been in from seeing howcomfyshe’d been with three separate men. And none of them seemed to be jealous about it.
Good for her.
There was only one man I felt anything for these days, and he was waiting for me in the men’s room.
I shoved open the door and found him waiting impatiently by the sinks.
He said nothing about how long it had been since he texted. He just stalked toward me and shoved me against the wall, dropping to his knees and pulling my leg over his shoulder.
We were not strangers to public fun, but I had at least expected him to wait until we were in a stall. Not that it had mattered to either of us in the past.
“Kiernan, what if someo?—”
His mouth was on my cunt before I could finish the question, sufficiently cutting off my words and removing every other thought from my brain.
There was only us. Only him.
There would only ever be him.