Sinner's Revenge (Sinner's Creed MC #2)(29)

“How’s that?” There’s a little too much hope in my tone and she notices.

Tentatively, she tells me what she wants. “Take me out for ice cream.”

Well, shit. “Fine,” I say, the disappointment evident in my voice. She stares at me until I finally give in and look at her. “What?”

“Now, Zeke. I want to go now.” Of course she does.


*

“Yeah, let me get a vanilla ice cream cone and a hot fudge sundae.”

“Extra nuts.”

“With extra nuts and a—”

“Oreo McFlurry.”

“An Oreo McFlurry,”

“Extra Oreos.”

“Would you shut the f*ck up?” I snap at Diem, who’s leaning over me to look at the McDonald’s drive-through menu.

“Sir?”

“Not you, I was talking to my . . .” My eyes move over Diem, who shrugs. “My dog.” She drops her elbow on my nuts and I groan.

“Will that be all, sir?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“First window, please.”

“When we get home, I’m putting you on a leash,” I say, pulling the car around to the window.

“Ooh fun!” she says, clapping her hands together. “How about you put a ball gag in my mouth and some beads up my ass too? I think it’s time we shake things up a bit.” Her big, fake, clown smile appears and she gives me the finger.

“Oh, I can put something in your ass if that’s what you want.” Heat flashes in her eyes for a split second before she looks away.

“You’re disgusting,” she mumbles and I catch a glimpse of pink in her cheeks.

Amused, I raise my eyebrows at her. “You’ve never had it in the ass?”

“I am not discussing my sex life with you.” She crosses her arms and stares out the windshield.

“Come on,” I tease, squeezing her shoulder.

She shrugs me off. “No. I’m not telling you shit.”

I pay for our ice cream, then hand her the tray—taking my ice cream cone and leaving the rest for her. She occupies herself with the sundae, trying to ignore me. “Tell me how you like it.”

“Stop talking.” She shovels a spoonful in her mouth, still refusing to look in my direction.

“Let’s make a deal,” I offer.

Unable to refuse the challenge, she agrees. “Fine.”

“I’ll tell you something, and you tell me.”

“So what’s the prize?” she asks, a little more interested now that it’s a competition.

“The knowledge.”

She laughs. “But I don’t care to know. It’s not like we’re ever gonna have sex.”

“This is true, but in the event I get really shitty and don’t find you repulsive, I’d like to know what pleases you,” I say, images of her riding my cock already flashing in my head.

“One thing. You tell me one thing, and I’ll tell you one. That’s it. After that, no more talk about it. Deal?”

“Deal.” I grab my ice cream cone, noticing how she watches me as I drag my tongue across it. “My favorite part of f*cking is eating *.” I pause, waiting for my words to sink in. “I love the taste of a woman’s arousal. Just knowing that it’s me who made her so wet, makes it that much sweeter.” Her sundae is forgotten as she stares at me, swirling my tongue over my cone. I even throw in a moan or two.

“Your turn, pretty girl.” I can feel the heat emanating from her at my words. I know she’s thinking about the other night. But hell, I can’t lie—I am too.

When she doesn’t answer, I look over to find her still staring at me. “Cat got your tongue?” I ask, dipping my tongue into the ice cream. It’s a little overkill.

She seems to snap out of her trance like someone flipped on a light switch. Trouble is written all over her face, and I know I’m gonna pay dearly for my actions. My cock already starts to harden at her admission that I’m sure is coming.

“I like to deep throat.” I nearly wreck us when she purrs the words. “I like taking it all the way in the back of my mouth until my eyes water and I can’t breathe.” She licks her spoon, pulling it deeper in her mouth than necessary. “There’s just something about the way a man’s eyes roll back in his head when you swallow his cock, looking up at him from your knees. It just makes it that much sweeter.” Her tongue pushes against the corner of her cheek while her hand makes a fist around an imaginary dick.

I’m tempted to replace it with something real. So tempted, that I start to wonder what she would actually do if I asked her to. She’d probably bite my dick off. Just the thought has me in pain.

“Wanna play again?” she asks innocently. Knowing she won’t shut up, I make sure to say something that will give me the last word.

“Sure, but let’s change it up a little bit.”

“I like change.”

“Good,” I give her a sardonic smile that widens when that smart-ass look she’s wearing begins to fade. “This time, how about you show me?” And just like I predicted, peace and f*cking quiet.





11


“I NEED YOU back in Houston.” Nationals’ orders the next evening come as a surprise to me. I had plans for Death Mob tonight, but the club comes first.