Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,205

up dead tonight with nothing but blood and metal pouring out of me, I kinda wished I’d stolen a kiss from her. Just once in my life. And if I was lucky enough to stand in front of her again after this, I’d steal the dirtiest, filthiest kiss I could and make sure she never forgot the name Chase Cohen. Dead or alive.

I led Rogue through to the bathroom in my suite, catching her arm and pulling her after me when she stopped following. As if I was gonna let her out of my sight.

I grabbed a towel where I’d left it slung over the shower door and twisted her around, yanking her arms behind her back and tying them tightly together.

“What the fuck are you doing, Rick?” she growled and the passion in her voice sent a ripple of heat along the length of my dick.

“Making sure you stay right where I can see you,” I growled in her ear, tugging the towel hard and making her stumble toward the shower door. I flipped it open and tethered her hands to the handle while she watched me with irritation.

“Is this getting you off or something, because I’m super not interested in some weird ass shower voyeurism so feel free to blindfold me too.”

I ignored her, kicking off my shoes and socks before dropping my shorts and giving her an eyeful of my solid length. “Just like old times, huh beautiful?” I sneered and she determinedly looked me in the eye for several long seconds with an expression that said I’m-not-interested-in-your-nine-incher.

I stepped back into the shower, turning the knob so the rush of water fell over me, waiting for her will to shatter as I squeezed shower gel into my hands. As I gripped my cock and ran my palm up and down it, her eyes dropped and she cursed as she lost the game, looking it dead in the eye.

“Fucking hell, did it get bigger?” she balked, feeding my ego and I gave her a rare smirk as I thought of the last time she’d seen it.

“I think your tits got bigger too. You always had nice tits,” I commented and she shrugged like she knew that these days. They’d be even nicer sucked raw in my mouth.

I thought back on the last time I’d been naked with her, a time I used to think on a lot, but not anymore. It had been years since I’d let my mind drift to that piece of my past.

"Come on, before the cops show up," I teased Rogue as she stared at my new tattoo on my bare chest. We were covered in spray paint and Mary Beth was gonna fry her ass if she showed up at the group home like this.

She continued to ignore me and I grabbed her shirt, ripping it off of her impatiently. Ho-ly fucking tits.

She had tits. Perfect, full, bare tits. And it was all too late for her to stop me seeing them as she shrieked and threw her arms around her chest to cover herself up.

"Shit," I breathed as I stared and stared at her. I’d been hoping to see those since the moment they’d started growing. My dick liked thinking about them a lot. And I mean a lot.

"Do you just go around ripping people's clothes off all the damn time as well as getting secret tattoos?" she demanded as she looked around as if searching for a hole to swallow her up.

The blush on her cheeks was cute as hell, but it was making heat rush all over my skin too. I wanted to ask to touch them, but I didn’t know how to phrase that exactly. It put me in a weird ass position and suddenly I decided this shit was kinda her fault anyway.

"Why the fuck aren't you wearing a bra?" I balked.

"I didn't know I had to run my underwear choices by you, asshole," she snarled. "You didn't see anything. Right?"

"Err, I kinda saw everything. And I hate to break it to you, beautiful, but you've got really nice tits and I'm not going to be able to forget them. Ever. Like on the day I die, I will probably have a flashback to this moment and be like, damn-"

"I hate you," she growled and I frowned, not liking her saying that even if she didn’t really mean it.

"Alright, alright, I'll make it fair," I said, raising my hands in surrender as she narrowed her eyes on me.

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