Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,12

always invite us to your porn parties?” Chase tsked.

“Why do you guys always say no?” I shot back and Fox released a low chuckle, a thing even rarer than his smile.

“You could always head back to that old bird and save us listening to your dolphin sounds when you come. Then you can bring us back five more Gs,” Chase joked and I laughed.

“I only made the dolphin noises that one time,” I defended myself. “The girl was into it. All kinds of sea creatures actually, but you probably didn’t catch the sea turtle impression. They sound like this when they’re fucking by the way-” I tipped my head back and started grunting, jerking my hips at the same time as I flapped my hands like flippers.

Fox snorted and Chase roared a laugh as he watched me in the rear view mirror. The car swerved and Fox kicked him between the arm rests.

“Eyes on the fucking road.”

Chase flipped him a salute then his eyes whipped back to me in the mirror. “The worst thing is, I know you ain’t making that shit up,” he said through his deep laughter.

“If there’s a fetish for it, I’ve done it. Just saying,” I said, cupping my hands behind my head and spreading my legs wide.

“You’re such a shithead, man. I dunno why I love it, but I just fucking do.” Chase shook his head at me. “You ever wonder what Rogue would think of us all now?”

A weighted silence slammed into place in the car and I dropped my hands from behind my head, sharing a look with Fox. His hands were fisted tightly and I guessed that meant he’d forgotten about the girl as much as I had. As in, not at all. I swear I could still smell her sometimes, that coconut shampoo of hers I’d woken up to a hundred times on Sunset Beach. After all these years, nothing about her had faded in my mind. I hadn’t wanted to forget. Even despite all the fucking shit between us. It was an unspoken rule that we didn’t talk about her. And I mean we never fucking talked about her. So why was Chase bringing her the fuck up?

“You say her name again, I’ll rip your tongue out,” Fox said in a quiet but deadly tone.

“Easy, brother,” Chase said placatingly. “It just slipped out. I dunno why she even came into my head.”

Fox was stiff as all hell, like a man-sized boner straining inside a too-tight rubber. I nudged his boot with my shiny loafer, making him meet my eye.

“She’s a thing of the past. Who cares what she’d think of us now?” I asked with a shrug and Fox grunted in reply, his jaw pulsing.

I couldn’t say I hadn’t thought about that exact thing before though. Ten million and one times to be precise. And more specifically, what would she think of me now I was all grown up, my muscles filled out, my cock experienced and graduated with a shiny dickplomer. I wasn’t some little virgin anymore who didn’t know how to kiss right, let alone fuck right. Since a girl had offered me a blowie for fifty dollars when I was eighteen, I’d realised that instead of scraping by to make ends meet, I could make bank off of the one thing my momma had given me. All it took was a little deadening of the soul and voila, earning that kinda cash became easy. But not as easy as stripping which I loved the shit out of. A whole load of girls screaming my name while I thrust my dick in their faces? Yeah, the job was made for me. The escorting just happened to make bigger bucks. And where there was money, there was Johnny James. At least I’d sold my soul for a good ROI.

Then there was the fucking. If eating pussy was an Olympic sport, I’d be a gold medallist. And if there was a dick of the year competition, I’d have a whole shelf dedicated to my winning streak. It was just a shame Rogue had never gotten to see me like this and I was doomed to live in her memory as a scrawny kid who’d once tried to kiss her and failed so spectacularly that it was still one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Don’t go there, bro.

Rogue was never a safe subject for any of us. Even Chase had tensed up, despite the fact that he’d been