Page 114 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
Still, even with all of those things, I’m coming into my own.
I’m creating a family in a yellow farmhouse.
I’m riding motorcycles and repairing vintage bikes.
I’m … having a baby.
Most importantly, I’m falling in love.
If I were the type of person who needed everything soft and perfect all the time, then I’d never be happy. I can pick out moments of perfection and joy even amongst all of the blood and the grit.
“I’m happy,” I tell him, and he makes a small sound, leaning in to kiss me in the rain. It’s different than it was the last time we were in a situation like this. Not quite so obscene, not quite so wrong. Rather than all of that, it feels right.
This is right.
I pull away from Sin, the heat of his mouth lingering even as the cool air fills the space between us.
“Turn around,” I tell him and then I push him gently aside to see if he’ll listen. He does, following my instructions and leaning his back against the tree trunk. I kneel down in front of him, reaching up for his belt and enjoying the way he tangles his fingertips in my wet hair.
He watches me from heavily lidded eyes, their color brightened to an almost-blue by the rain and the backdrop of brown and green behind him. Not so melancholy in this moment I don’t think. How could he be? I’m about to suck him off.
I free Sin’s cock from his jeans, pleasantly surprised by how hot his skin feels against my palm. He lets out a sharp hiss as cool droplets splash across the swollen head of his cock.
“You like that?” I ask him, smirking as I lean forward and add the scalding sweep of my tongue against the underside of his shaft. “The heat of my mouth and the cool kiss of the rain?”
“You’re practically a poet,” he murmurs, kneading my scalp as I kiss his body with reverence, savoring this easy, quiet moment between lovers. I decide he deserves a reward for that comment, darting my tongue out against his tip and grinning as he bucks his hips out of sheer instinct, straining to get closer to the warm silk of my lips and tongue. “I take that back: you’re the devil.”
I pause and think about that, listening to the musical quality of Sin’s panting breaths. Even with such a frantic, needy sound coming from his lips, I recognize the talent inherent inside of him. Maybe he’ll sing to our baby? I muse, knowing that regardless of who the biological father is, these men are going to commit themselves as parents.
Just like they did to me.
Because their love for me, their want, their need, it’s more important than winning.
I twist my hand in a corkscrew motion on Sin’s shaft, and he grunts, leaning his head back against the tree trunk. Thunder rumbles in the distance and, shortly thereafter, lightning fills the sky with a blue-white snap. It bathes Sin in stark relief as I look up at him, rising up slightly so that I can press kisses to his lower belly, moving upward until I find his belly button. I even swipe that with my tongue, and he moans.
He tightens his fingertips on my scalp, pushing down slightly to encourage me to return my attentions to his cock. I allow him that much, brushing my lips against the base of him before moving my tongue along the seam of his balls.
Cool droplets slide down the back of my neck and under my jacket as I swipe my tongue back up the length of him, giving a few hard pumps of my fist before I drop my mouth down over his tip. He hisses in pleasure as I take as much of him as I can, letting him hit the back of my throat before I pull back, gently scraping my teeth along his skin.
“Oh fuck, Gidge, you really are the devil. You’re the goddamn devil.” He sounds like he’s praying which I like, begging for mercy or sin, I’m not sure. But I do agree on one thing: I am the goddamn devil—or at least, I’m the devil’s daughter. I’m okay with that. I accept it.
I start bobbing my head up and down, sucking hard enough that when I pull his dick from my mouth, it comes away with a pop. I look up at him from beneath the thick, wet lengths of my lashes. Our eyes clash with a snap that reminds me of the lightning, blue-white and hot, hot, hot.
My hand works him into a frenzy, pre-cum leaking from his tip that the rain quickly washes away. I’m not going to let him come in my mouth, not when I’d much rather have him pumping away inside my pussy.
He seems to get the memo first, pushing my hand away and dropping to his knees in front of me. Sin takes my face in his hands again, using his razorblade of a mouth to cut right through all of the bullshit as he kisses me. Our tongues work together in harmony as I dig my own fingers into his wet hair, yanking on it as he does the same to me.
