Page 61 of Brutal Sinner
I notice Jonny laughing with Ryder and Snake and as he catches my eye, he winks, which makes my heart flutter because Jonny always did have the ability to shatter any principles I had because he is so damn sexy, my heart physically aches for him.
Once again, I glance down at the end of the bar and note the couple deep in conversation that is interrupted when another man joins them. I swear every man here is eye candy of the sweetest kind and when I see how cute they are with the women, it drives any fear I had away. Jonny was right. I do love it here and I’m strangely more at home than I ever was in Heaven.
By the end of the evening, any doubts I had have been firmly dealt with and I am looking forward to a lifetime filled with laughter and happiness. My mind has been settled and as we head home, I say impulsively, “Jonny.”
“What, angel?”
“Thank you for bringing us here.”
“Thank you for agreeing to it.”
He smiles and in the light of the moon, he appears so desirable, so sexy and so dangerous and I don’t know if a little of the debauchery in the bar has rubbed off on me, but I say impulsively, “Our back yard.”
“What of it?”
“Can anybody see in?”
“I don’t think so. Why?”
“I kind of want to revisit a memory.”
His eyes sparkle in the dusky light as he understands my request, and without saying a word, he takes my hand and leads me home.
CHAPTER36
JONNY
Ididn’t think life could get any better than this, but it has. In one sentence Faith has told me everything I needed to hear and while she chats shit with Lou, I head outside and make the preparations.
Then I sit and wait while she checks on Hope and when the back door opens, I see an angel framed in the doorway.
Faith is dressed in nothing but a warm blanket and my eyes devour her. She has never looked so beautiful as the dusky light catches the highlights in her hair. Her eyes are sultry and her smile sexy as she heads toward me where I’m sitting on the blanket.
“You came.” I say in a low husky voice, and she nods.
“I had to wait until they were sleeping and snuck out through my bedroom window.”
“I’m glad you made it.” I say with a small smile and hold out my hand, so she drops beside me, her face flushed and her breathing shallow.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She says fearfully as she looks around her and I wrap her in my arms and whisper, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
As we kiss under the light of the moon, my feelings notch up another gear. She is so trusting; such an innocent angel and she is like a breath of fresh air in my toxic world.
As we kiss, the silence serenades us and only the sound of our lips touching, and her small moans disturb the night air. I ease the blanket from her shoulders and gently kiss a path down to her breasts and love how she gasps as I take one of her nipples into my mouth.
She throws her head back and I lick a path up to her slender neck and savor the taste of innocence. She feels so good as she shivers against me and soon the irritation of my clothes becomes too much to bear.
She helps me pull off my t-shirt and as I loosen my belt, I whisper, “Are you sure you want this, angel?”
“Yes, Jonny.” Her voice is high and slightly breathless as she whispers, “More than anything.”
I am driven crazy with lust and in this moment, really feel as if I’m invincible. Nothing can ever tear us apart. We will be together forever, us against the world, and as soon as her soft breasts brush against my bare chest, it unleashes the beast inside me, and I pounce.
I push her back on the blanket and devour every inch of her. Licking, sucking and loving every sound that comes from deep inside her. She is a freshly opened flower, the dew of a summer’s morning and the fresh scent of Spring when the flowers start to bloom. She is my everything and I want the whole of her and as I nestle my face between her thighs, her shocked gasp makes me smile. I suck her sodden clit into my mouth, loving how she tastes like honey and the most forbidden treat, and as I coax her orgasm from deep inside her, I feel invincible.
My own throbbing cock is begging for something I’m not convinced I deserve and as she rides her last wave, she whispers, “Make me your woman, Jonny.”
I hesitate for a second and she pleads, “I mean it. I want this. I wantyou. It must be you.”