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Her message was clear as she brushed her tits against my chest.

“In bed?” I asked.

“In bed. Or maybe on a chair. Possibly outside.” She finished in a pant with her soft lips circling my ear.

If that was what I had to do to seal the deal, I was totally game.

Arms akimbo, I said, “Have at me, Sin.”

Apparently the woman wasn’t kidding. She mashed herself against me and started tackling my belt.

“What, here? Now?” I protested.

“Know what I think, Cole?” She swish-swayed away, and clicked the lock on her door.

“What?”

“I think you’re scared to let me be in charge.”

Gauntlet thrown.

Challenge accepted.

“BRING IT ON, SIN.” I started undressing in the middle of her bedroom.

Bring it on, she did.

First she ordered, “
Uh unh
. Slowly.”

Fuuuuck
.

I gave her the kind of striptease only seen inside the Gentleman’s Quarters. A button popped on my jeans, my shirt pulled up, my zipper lowered. Skin, muscles, tats revealed inch by inch.

Sin licked her lips. She watched with greedy need. She took off her baggy clothes, unveiling the perfect voluptuous female form that made my mouth water, my legs shake.

My jeans finally tossed away, I stared at her lush body. “Wanna touch you so much right now.” My voice deepened.

My nostrils flared. My cock slapped against my belly.

“Get on the bed.”

I complied, climbing onto the big bolstered king size.

Sin sashayed to her dresser, and pulled out four long scarves. She draped them around her neck then pulled them across her high round tits as she walked back to me.

I dutifully raised my arms when she gestured. Her breasts hung in my face—pale orbs topped by tight bright peaks. I raised my face to lick and latch on. She let me feast for a minute before offering her other tit and tying my second wrist to the bedpost.

Sin flipped over. On her tummy, she flattened her body against mine. With her legs spread on either side of my head, she jerked at my ankles.

“Gimme some of you, precious.”

Shifting her powdery blonde hair from her face, she glanced back. When she saw me staring at her pussy perched too far away for me to reach, she widened her legs and her sex opened like a flower in front of my lips.

“Fuck yeah.” I flicked my tongue at her thigh, trying to lunge closer.

She strapped down one of my ankles then lowered her slit to my begging lips. Her taste exploded on my tongue.

Heaven. I was in heaven.

I lapped her sweet pearl as she finished securing the last scarf. Fastening my lips to her cunt, I easily took her to a quick high I never wanted to end.

She climaxed, dropping onto my legs, rocking back to my mouth as I speared her with my tongue.

Her body shining, she turned around on all fours, kneeling between my thighs.

I gave a dangerous growl, my fists curled around the scarves binding me.

Then Sin went to town with her lips all over my body.

She teased me to the breaking point with her fingers stroking, her tongue licking, her mouth gliding all over me but never once touching my cock.

At one point I think I fucking squeaked. I asked her to gag me. I didn’t want Daddy Warbucks roaming upstairs, wondering where the long groans were coming from as Sin licked a path up the inside of one thigh, then the other, leaving a wet trail before her hot tongue massaged my balls.

I jerked and bucked, silently begging her to suck my cock that rose like a flagpole in front of her face. Veins throbbing. Skin rippling. Head wet with pre-ejaculate.

Sin purred against my stomach, my shaft buttressed between her generous tits.

“Tell me what you want, Cole.”

Freed of these bonds, I’d have had her lips mashed to my pubes and my dick down her throat.

All I could do was beg. “Suck my cock, Sin. Suck it hard.” I gnashed my teeth together, the cords of my neck like steel cables.

Lick. Little suck. Nibble. Hard bite.

I shuddered.

“Remember. Payback. Floggers.” I moaned as she suckled the shiny broad crown of my cock inside her hot mouth. “And I still haven’t tried out the nipple weights—” My head beat back.

She took more of me inside. Licked lower. Laved her tongue up. Popped off. “Can’t wait.”

She finally untied me when my thighs quaked. When my muscles stood out in stark relief all over my body. When sweat popped out on me, and sheer hot longing strained every inch of my flesh.

Flipping her to her back, I held her hands in mine. No words. I sank into her, one smooth thrust that had her coming around me. Convulsing. Her legs wrapped around my hips. Her breath gasped in and out. Her body arched at a perfect angle.

She clutched me tightly before everything went soft, smooth, hot inside. She still squeezed at my cock when I hammered into her but she was so wet, and the sweat glided between our skin. Sex scented the air, filled my nose as her moans joined my grunts.

My arms shook. My hips rammed hard. She drank up my cock.

“God, you are so beautiful, precious.” I kissed her breasts, her collarbone, her lips, boiling with need, rooting that last inch inside her.

She arched again, seizing on my thrusting cock. A powerful blast began from my sac. I punched up on my forearms, my hips bucking, my cock filling her with seed. Every burst rippled through me, driving me harder.

I toppled over, so overcome I couldn’t even move.

We snuggled until our harsh breaths slowed, whispering quietly, kissing lightly.

Sin propped up on her elbows. “Wanna have a shower with me?”

“Don’t you think you’re playing with fire with your dad downstairs?” And about two miles away at the other end of the house.

“Don’t you think my father already knows what we’ve been doing up here?”

Groan
.

Naked, she led the way into her bathroom. The place was bigger than my bedroom. And even though the shower was huge, I didn’t give Sin all that much space as I soaped all her luscious curves. Soaking wet Sin covered in slippery bubbles . . . Jesus Christ.

When she lathered her hands to return the favor, I backed away. “Maybe I should finish by myself.”

My cock was so hard I was really close to fucking her again, but I wanted to get the final showdown with Leland done and over with.

I leaned forward to kiss her. “Why don’t you go pack some things to take to my place?”

“Okay.” She winked, gliding out of the shower.

Of course, I hung my head out the misted-up door, watching as she dried off.

Of course, she knew it and used every ounce of her temptress’s skills to make the hard pole between my legs thump in time to my heartbeat.

Breathing a sigh of relief when she exited the bathroom, I flipped the water to nut-shrinking cold. I finished scrubbing myself with my teeth chattering, but at least I lost the hard-on.

Sin had packed a bag by the time I returned to her bedroom to get dressed. She’d been merciful enough to cover her smokin’ body in a pair of tight jeans and an equally snug shirt. After she dried her hair, I picked up her bag, linked her hand in mine, and we walked into the lion’s den.

No really, it was Leland’s den.

He must’ve heard our footsteps, but he didn’t raise his head from the newspaper shoved in front of his face as he sat on a leather couch.

“Sir, thank you for letting me spend some time with Sin.”
Without cutting off my balls.

A rattle of his newspaper and a loud harrumph were the only responses I got to that.

Sin squeezed my hand. “Daddy, I’m going to spend the weekend at Cole’s.”

He still didn’t show his face, but I swore I could
hear
the man scowl.

“Mr. Chatham, I wondered if I could talk to you for a moment.”
Without the newspaper in your face.

He set the newspaper aside and stared at me with his arms folded across his chest. Make no mistake about it, he was not a man to be messed with.

Well, neither was I. But I had some groveling to do.

“Hear him out, Daddy, and don’t be such a stubborn bull. Can’t you see he makes me happy?”

“Get on with it,” he intoned.

I released Sin’s hand and stepped forward. “I’m very sorry about what happened to Sin. More than sorry. Angry with myself, ashamed about it all. And I still want to kill those assholes for even
thinking
about hurting her.”

“That we can agree on.”

“But, I love your daughter very much. More than I ever imagined possible.”

He glanced at Sin. Whatever he saw made him drop his arms and relax his hands in his lap.

I looked over my shoulder at her. She was smiling at me, and soft tears shined in her eyes.

“I’d like your permission to ask for her hand in marriage.”

“And FYI, I already said yes,” Sin piped up.

Leland returned his stare to me. “You got a ring for her?”

“I don’t need a damn ring. I need a man who loves me, treats me with care and respect, who
knows me
sometimes better than I know myself.” She laid her head on my shoulder, and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I need Cole.”

Lumbering to his feet, he took the final steps toward us. Sin let me go but grasped my hand in hers.

“You’ll take care of her.” Not a question, but a firm statement of fact.

“You have my word, sir. I’d be honored.”

“I guess you can start calling me Leland then if I’m going to be your father-in-law.” His deep voice gruff, he held out his hand. “Welcome to the family, son.”

A tightness lodged inside my throat as I accepted his handshake. “Thank you.”

“Well,
Ah
for one am so glad that’s over with.”

Our heads whipped around as Regina waltzed into room, once again looking like she could be gracing the cover of a magazine.

First she hugged Sin, her eyes damp, then she took me in her arms, too. “
Ah’m
so happy for you two. So happy. And you”—she shot a glare at her husband—“goodness sake, Leland.
Ah
will deal with you later.”

“Why don’t you deal with me now and come give me some sugar.” He winked at her.

She drew back as if considering the merits of that idea, both their eyes twinkling while Sin laughed.

“Maybe. After you get the champagne. It’s time for a little celebratin’.”

CURTIS, BRETT, AND KYLE were banged up in prison. Hopefully for a very long time care of Sin’s hotshot daddy and her old family money and connections. Because if they got out and I heard about it, I’d have to hunt them down and kill them.

Probably not a wise move for a would-be cop.

I’d completed the preliminary testing necessary to join the Force. The physical, written, oral, and polygraph tests all included in the rigmarole were meant to keep the riffraff out. I’d breathed a huge sigh of relief when I passed.

I’d been accepted into the South Carolina Criminal Justice Academy in North Charleston, Chief Tilden, Ashe, and Hunter all putting in the good word for me.

I couldn’t wait to get started.

By October Sin had moved in with me, and that felt so damn perfect. But she was right.
Pincushion
did need a bigger place soon because
Sin
had a lot of stuff. It was all high quality, just like her. And I definitely didn’t begrudge her the king-sized bed.

I bought her a ring. Had to sell some of my vinyl collection, but that hardly mattered. I was all about treating Sin right. I’d considered hawking Pincushion, too, but I’d probably end up having to pay whoever took the cat-thing off my hands instead of vice versa.

The diamond wasn’t overly large, but Sin acted like it was the most cherished item she’d ever owned. She cried when I slipped it on her finger one night in early October. I’d done the romance thing right that time with dinner at a nice restaurant, a walk on the beach afterward, and the proposal at sunset with the waves crashing behind us.

All followed by a long, wild ride on my Night Rod with both of us laughing. Then a long, wild ride in bed, both of us moaning.

One evening, Sin surprised me. Returning home after a long day at the office, she plopped a fat folder full of brochures and insurance papers onto the coffee table. I got us a couple beers and settled down next to her.

I couldn’t quite believe what she said until I looked over the contents of the folder.

She wanted to move my mom to a state of the art facility, covering all the expenses.

I sat for a moment, digesting it all, wishing I’d had the resources to do that years ago.

The fact Sin could do it, wanted to do this for my mom made me fall in love with her even more. I couldn’t speak through the emotions swelling inside me. All I could do was nod, then hold Sin to me for a very long time.

****

Late October, and it was a big party night at Retribution. Lots of reasons to celebrate. My engagement to Sin. Brodie’s birthday—the old man was turning thirty-one. And of course, JB’s pregnancy . . .
again
.

The place was packed with Retribution men, Redemption women, and a lot of newcomers, Doc Ronnie and Sin among them. Everything was loud and proud tonight. The music rocked the speaker system. The balls knocked on the pool tables. Drinks were passed out hand over fist.

And Hunter was looking for trouble.

He leaned against the bar in his usual lookout spot, JB next to him with her glass of club soda and cranberry juice.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll drink double since you can’t in your condition.”

With a swirl of brown curls and a hiss from her lips, she whacked him on the shoulder.

Then she leaned up for a fiery kiss.

“You’re on diaper duty for the first month,
sweetheart
, since you’re such an
old
hand at it.” JB sashayed away on click-clack heels with my woman in tow.

Aaaaand
all the brothers’ heads tilted to watch their jiggle-jiggle asses.

“Fuck me. I might’ve bitten off more than I can chew with that woman.” Hunter’s golden eyes crinkled.

He didn’t look too put out by that prospect.

I knew exactly how he felt.

At the bar for a refill, Tail boomed out, “Probably not the chewing but the screwing part that got you into this trouble in the first place.”

His hearty laugh bounced around the room before he downed a double shot.

“Ha ha, funny man. Let’s see how funny you think this is.” Out of nowhere, Hunter pulled his KA-BAR, slamming it on the bar between the splayed middle and forefinger of Tail’s hand with knife-edge precision.

Great. Now I had to work out another goddamn ding in the metal.

Tail showed absolutely no reaction other than to tug on his black goatee and tap his fingers for another shot.
And
invite Hunter to a showdown. “What say we take this to the pool table? See who the bigger man is then?”

Bets were immediately placed as the word spread, and Hunter nodded. “Bring it.”

Sin sat a table close by, the ladies admiring her rock with
oohs
and
ahhs
, the surrounding boneheads admiring her breasts. That was okay, for now. They could look but they couldn’t touch. I’d probably change that to
no looking
, too, after the wedding.

But right now I practically oozed pure contentment from my pores.

“She sure is somethin’ special.” Tuck’s barrel belly led the way as he sidled up beside me.

“Yeah. Sin’s something else all right.” I kept my sights trained on her, rinsing glasses and slinging the bar towel.

“I was talkin’ about Cleopatra.”

Just then a cold wet nose nudged the palm of my hand. I looked down to see a dinosaur, I mean Doberman, crowded behind the bar. Cleo was one of the four purebreds Tuck had rescued from the Iron Nails raid.

“What the fuck, Tuck? You know Brodie doesn’t like the dogs in here.”

“Just one at a time will be fine.” He scratched Cleo’s sleek black ears. “If he gets worked up about it that’s okay too. He could use a little strife in his life. Keep him on his toes.”

Boomer—big as a fucking 4x4 and built of solid muscle—stalked up. “Hey. You seen Brodie?”

“I don’t know.” I scanned the room, trying to pick him out. “Probably making out with Ashe in the office.” I shrugged.

“I need him in here.” His smile was the evil older brother variety.

“I’ll go get him.” Tucker’s eyes glinted, just as wicked as Boomer’s. “He’ll shit bricks when he sees Cleopatra tagging along, probably chase me back out here.”

Moments later Tucker and Cleo hustled back into the main room, his handlebar mustache twitching, her pink tongue lolling, Brodie hot on their heels. Boomer made a signal to Hunter, who tapped something into his cell.

All of a sudden, the wail of sirens rent the air. Loud and screaming, they sounded like they were headed this way.

Sure enough, tires squealed right outside.

“What the fuck?” Brodie stopped chasing Tuck and the Doberman, whose barking was another ear-bashing noise in the growing din.

He headed for the door, swinging it wide.

Red and blue strobes flashed in through the opening, the sirens deafening.

Three cruisers had skidded to a stop outside.

“All right. Who lit up a doobie this time?” Tail leaned on his pool cue.

A bunch of bros looked at the ceiling, their watches, sank their heads over their drinks . . .

“Cool it the fuck down.” Brodie let the door slam shut. “No one’s getting arrested. We’re clean.”

“Clean except for Iron Nails.”

“And the Cuban cartel . . .”

“Whatever. No one knows about that shit except us.”

“Hope this doesn’t have to do with you again, Cole.” Hunter scowled at me.

All eyes swung to me.

“Hey, I didn’t do it,” I protested.

“This time,” Brodie muttered.

“Remember? He’s going true blue, all legit.” Tucker came to my defense.

“Weirdo,” Tail mumbled.

The door opened, a chick cop strode in, and Brodie jumped back. “Whoa there, hoss
. .
.
I mean,
officer
.”

“Are you Broderick Steele?” the policewoman asked. Her face was stern, her hand on the butt of her pistol.

Broderick. Snickers.

“Yeah. I haven’t done anything wrong though.”

“You’re under arrest.” She clanged her cuffs, popping them open with a metal-on-metal click.

Brodie’s ice-blue eyes cranked wide. “Oh, hell no. I’ve got a fuckin’ pristine record. Don’t believe me? Just ask Detective Ashe Kingston. You know her? She’s my old lady.”

“I know her.” Grim face didn’t seem to give a shit either. “Arms behind your back.”

“
Whaaaat?
”

She was just about to cuff Brodie when Ashe, Hunter, and Boomer yelled, “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Brodie jerked away from the cop, swinging around. “That’s how you surprise me? By giving me a fuckin’ heart attack? Assholes.”

Everyone laughed hysterically.

“That’s so not funny,” Brodie grumbled.

“Yeah it is. Going down in the prank hall of fame, this one is.” Boomer grabbed him into a hard manly hug. “Happy birthday, braw. You done good.”

Brodie glared, until he couldn’t withhold his grin any longer. Then he outright chuckled, and it was all over, everyone whoopin’ it up.

Disengaging from Boomer, Brodie face Ashe. “I assume you had a hand in this?”

“Sure did.” She hooked her fingers in his jeans.

Hauling Ashe to him, he whispered, “You are a bad girl, Detective Kingston.”

“And you love it.” Her silver eyes flared just before he kissed her into silence.

One minute later the party roared, full-on, full-out. Laughter, cheering, whistles. Beer. Shots. Cakes. Three of ’em to be precise, rolled in from outside. Enormous, three tier things, each specially decorated. One for Brodie’s birthday—a replica of his Harley on to
p
—
one for the baby in utero—a blue and a pink bootie—and one for Sin’s and my engagement. Handcuffs—
if only they knew
—and the red and black Screaming Eagle from her Trans Am decorated ours.

Quietly laughing over my beer, I had half an ear on Tail as he went to work on the female police officer.

“Hang the fuck on. You’re not a stripper? You’re a cop for real?” Tail coiled back. “Yo! What the hell?” He shook his head at Boomer. “Isn’t there supposed to be a chick-cop-stripper to go with all this?”

When no one answered except with chuckles over mouthfuls of cake, he eyed Ashe with an impure gleam.

Brodie pushed him in the chest. “Oh, hell no. Ashe ain’t takin’ her clothes off for anyone but me. Right now, in fact.” He snatched two pieces of cake, Ashe’s hand, and headed to the back rooms.

It was all kind of sweet. So was the cake. Sin and I munched it, side by side, watching the usual mayhem, her ring flashing every so often.

“They’re kind of insane,” she commented.

“Yup.”

“And happy, devoted.”

“Yeah.” I looked down at her, smirking.

“A crazy kind of family.”

“You got it.” I kissed her on her sugary lips.

“
Mmm
.” Sin slowly pulled back. “I bought you a ring too.”

Fantastic.
I couldn’t wait to be marked by Sin. Shit. Maybe I’d teach her how to tattoo so she could set her mark on my skin permanently instead of just with her fingernails.

“Oh yeah? Where’s it at?”

“Not
that
kind of ring.”

“Why Sinclair soon-to-be Sawyer, you naughty, naughty girl.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her more deeply.

A few more cops entered the joint after cutting off the sirens outside. Welcomed into the throng, they helped themselves to cake, the beer casks, and the pool cues.

I frowned. “Hey, didn’t they just misappropriate the police cruisers? Isn’t that a waste of public funds?”

Sin clamped a hand over my mouth. “Coletrane Barnaby Sawyer.”

“What?” I mumbled while the dudes yucked it up over
Barnaby
.

Idjits.

“No one cares. It’s a party.” She brushed her lips against my ear. “Now, take me home. I’m ready for you.”

“You mean—” Shaking free of her hand, I took a big handful of her ass.

“Yes.”

That did it.

I rushed through the room, Sin’s hand clutched in mine, ditching a half-drunk beer on the way. “We’re outta here.”

“What lit a fire under his ass?” Kinkaid asked.

“By the way he’s been grabbing it, I’d say
Sinclair’s
ass,” Sadie answered.

I flipped up a middle finger, calling back
,
“Hey. Someone tell Brodie happy birthday from us again when he gets done with Ashe?”