Sinner's Revenge (Sinner's Creed MC #2)(14)

I lean back, closing my eyes and letting the sound of her gurgling fill the room. Everyone can hear it, but nobody says a thing. She pulls my jeans to my ankles so she can cradle my balls in her hand while she sucks. She must be in a hurry.

My phone vibrates in my cut, and I frown in confusion when I realize it’s Zeke’s phone that’s ringing. I start to silence it, figuring it’s a wrong number. Nobody even knows I have this cell. But the caller is persistent and I pull the phone out to see a New Hampshire number flashing across the screen.

“Yeah?”

Loud music blares in the background. Several people are talking. When the caller realizes I’m actually on the other end, the music is turned down.

“This truck is f*cking awesome.” I still at the words. My eyes widening as I recognize the voice.

That bitch.

“I mean, seriously awesome. This backup camera is so high-tech that I haven’t even taken it out of reverse.” My hand fists in Monica’s hair. I’d forgotten I was holding it.

“You crazy bitch. Get out—” Monica takes that exact moment to swallow my cock and I groan. I open my mouth to continue, but nothing comes out. I pull back on Monica’s hair until she releases me. “One minute, baby.”

“Wait, are you f*cking right now?” Diem’s voice is loud enough for Rookie to hear, and he lowers his cap to narrow his eyes on me. If Monica can hear, I wouldn’t know it. She’s too busy texting.

“If I was, I wouldn’t have answered the phone,” I say, keeping my voice low and even.

“So what are you doing?”

“You don’t want to know.” Tires screech. People yell. The radio is cut off. “If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked.” She sounds pissed. Good. That makes two of us.

“How about we talk about what the f*ck you’re doing in my truck. The truck you stole.” I can feel Rookie’s eyes on me, but I refuse to look his way.

“I didn’t steal it. You gave it to me. Don’t you remember?”

“I didn’t give you shit,” I growl, wishing I was there to shake the shit out of her. Or f*ck her. Either would work.

“Believe what you want. Where are you anyway?” She asks the question like she’s deserving of an answer. Meanwhile, my blood is rushing through my veins. I’m so pissed I could tear the roof off this f*cking building.

“Diem, I swear if you put one scratch on that truck there will be hell to pay. So get your shit, your friends, and your ass out of it.” My voice shakes with fury, and I wonder what my hands around her throat would feel like.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she starts, then pauses, waiting for my reaction. I’d give her one, but I’m too pissed to speak.

Instead, I close my eyes and try to think of shit that might calm me down. When I can’t, I lower Monica’s head back onto my still-hard cock. Not because she did anything special, but to send a message to Diem, I let out a groan. The moment I do, I can feel the anger radiating from Diem through the phone.

“You’re doing it again,” she says, deadpan.

“Doing what?” I sound bored. Like it’s an inconvenience to talk to her. Right now it is, but on the inside I’m smiling.

“That. I’m guessing you’re getting your dick sucked. Actually, I’m pretty sure of it.” I don’t answer her, and I imagine her reason for silence is because it’s her mouth that’s filled with my cock. Not Monica’s.

“You know, it’s a pity you never asked for the favor I owed you. Maybe you should’ve asked for that.” I can hear her smile through the phone. I shouldn’t take the bait, but I can’t help it. I want to hear this great punch line she thinks she has.

“Why’s that?”

Bringing her lips closer to the phone, she whispers in that sexy, submissive voice that I’m sure few people have ever heard. “Because then, it would’ve been your dick I sucked in your truck. Not someone else’s.”


*

I’m sure Monica’s cheeks are killing her. But after Diem hung up, I couldn’t get her last words out of my head. Now my dick was having some trouble with release. Every time I’d near the edge, images of her sucking some dude’s cock in my truck would surface, and I was back at my starting point.

After a while, I pull Monica from the floor, offering her an apologetic smile. “Maybe another time, babe. I got a lot on my mind tonight.”

She shrugs it off, just happy for the opportunity. “No problem. Call me?”

“Definitely.” I stand, pulling my jeans up before kissing her cheek and giving her ass a squeeze.

“Your money’s on the bar, sugar,” Rookie announces, still on his back on the couch. Figures he’d be awake.

“You know, Rookie,” Monica says, dragging her finger up his leg. “My services aren’t limited to just Shady. I’d offer you the same.” When she reaches his crotch, he grabs her wrist in his hand. Removing the cap from his face, he kisses the back of her hand, giving her a lazy smile.

“I appreciate that. But I’m good.”

“No, you’re *-whooped,” I say, falling back down in the recliner.

“Says the man who let a bitch steal his truck. And his balls.”