Shit, I’m done for where Sutton’s concerned.
The moment the movie finishes, Sutton slowly rolls toward me, making sure to take care to not put too much pressure on her back. Sometime after we’d finished eating, the two of us stretched out, with me holding her to me while we watched the screen.
Having her in my arms feels fuckin’ right. I still want to kick myself for not opening my eyes sooner and allowing myself to be blinded by my past.
On that thought, I focus on Sutton’s features and reach up to stroke my thumb over her lips. Lips I’d love nothing more than to see wrapped around my cock as I fuck her mouth. The simple thought of her using that tongue of hers goes straight down below, making my dick twitch to life.
But first things first, I’ve gotta have this talk with Sutton and get it out of the way. It’s time I open up.
“Sutton,” I murmur her name, though her attention is already on me.
Sutton’s eyes seem to examine my features, and her face loses that lightness to it I’ve enjoyed all day.
Sighing, I drop my hand to her hip, holding her in place. “I told you back when you were in the hospital, I’d tell you about my past when I felt you were ready.” She nods, licking her lips nervously. “I’ve already told you I was married, and it’s my fault she died, but here’s the rest of it.”
Closing my eyes, I suck in a harsh breath. “The club was in the middle of a war. One that took a lot of lives and didn’t fare well for a lot of people. Ronaele, she wasn’t just my wife, but she’s Reaper and Angel’s big sister.” Reopening my eyes, I hold Sutton’s shocked expression.
“They didn’t kill you?” she blurts.
Smirking at her outburst, I shake my head. “I thought their dad would’ve when we found out she was pregnant, but I manned up and told him I was gonna do right by Ronaele. I asked her to marry me, which of course, she agreed. We both cared for each other. She was my best friend, other than her brothers. We all grew up together.” Getting to the part I dread, I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling. “See, Ronaele wasn’t just Reaper and Angel’s sister. She was also a De Luca. Long story short . . . her mom, Jeanna, she was married to Ronaele’s biological father before he died. Her uncle allowed Jeanna to leave the family with the promise of letting them see Ronaele. She agreed, met Reaper and Angel’s dad, who was the Prez of the Satan Keepers at the time. They fell for each other, and he claimed Ronaele as his own.
“When the war was getting heavy between the club and a rival who wanted to take us down, they started targeting women and children. I thought by sending Ronaele away, I was keeping her safe. She’d just had Bethany not long before, and on the way to a safe house, the De Luca’s own, Jeanna, Ronaele, Bethany, and Jeanna’s youngest daughter, Aniyah—they were ambushed. Aniyah and Bethany were lucky to have survived.” Visions of when we caught up to them that night filter through my head. We’d sent them with prospects, and seeing Ronaele’s lifeless eyes has always haunted me.
“That night, I promised myself I’d do everything in my power to protect my daughter. I did the only thing I could at the time. I sent her to live with my sister, who hates me, but she took Bethany under the promise that when I visited, I wasn’t to tell her who I was to her. I was not to say a word about who she really was,” I mutter, finally looking back at Sutton to find her staring at me with silent tears streaming down her cheeks. “I failed them both, and I’ll live with that for the rest of my life. Same as I failed you by not giving us a chance.”
“You didn’t fail me,” Sutton whispers, closing her eyes, shaking her head in denial.
“Yeah, Bambina, I did fail you. I never even gave you a chance. I treated you like a fuckin’ piece of ass when I should’ve treated you like the gem you really are,” I state, rolling back to my side and wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Tombstone, neither of us were in the right state of mind for a relationship. But I think if you want, I’m ready now,” she murmurs, pressing herself closer to me. “One thing I’ve learned in therapy is that I have to let go of the past and move forward. The only way to get a forever like I want is to focus on the future and not let memories get in the way.”
Reaching up, Sutton wraps an arm around my shoulders and presses her lips to mine. “I want a forever with you, Mason Colt, and I hope you want that with me as well.”
Fuck me.
Sutton is going to be the death of me if she keeps this up.
Chapter Twelve
Sutton
Kissing Tombstone, I initiate what I hope would be a night we both remember. Having listened to his story, I’m inspired to wipe away the darkness that seems to surround him. Or at least try. From the way he blames himself for Ronaele’s death, I believe there’s more to it.
Sliding my hand under his shirt, I trail my fingers over his hard abs. For once, he’s not taking control right away. He’s letting me touch him without stopping me.
Breaking my mouth from his, I sit up and remove my hoodie first, followed by my tank top underneath—leaving my bra in place. I give Tombstone a smile as I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips before moving down, peppering small touches here and there as I make my way down his body. Once I’m where I really want to be, I unbuckle his jeans, release the button and slide his zipper down. I hook my fingers in the band of his boxers, sliding them and his jeans down, releasing his cock from its confinement. Tombstone helps me by lifting up enough for them to clear his ass. His cock springs, jutting out, calling my name.
I lick my lips and lift my gaze to meet Tombstone’s, finding him having braced up on his elbows to watch as I take his cock in my mouth. Flicking my tongue along the head, I slowly toy with the tip before sucking him in all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Tombstone groans, reaching out to tangle his fingers in my hair. “Feels fuckin’ amazing. Love that mouth of yours around my cock.”
His words go straight to my pussy. To tease him more, I hollow my cheeks and bob my head, swallowing him repeatedly as I reach between us, undo my own jeans and slip my hand in to toy with my clit.
Moaning around him, I keep my momentum, adding to his pleasure and my own. Tombstone's fingers tighten in my hair as he starts pumping upward in my mouth.
“Take those fingers out of your pussy,” he commands, taking control. “You’re not about to make yourself cum. That’s my job, Sutton, and I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
Oh my.
Ignoring his command, I know I’m toying with fire right now, but I don’t care. I want to see what he’ll do to me. I need to feel him take control of my body and make me crave him like he’s my next breath.
Plunging two fingers deep in my pussy, I moan at the feeling. I’m hyperaware of Tombstone’s gaze locked on me as I don’t listen to him. His fingers in my hair tighten enough to cause a stinging sensation from him pulling it tight in his hands as I continue bobbing my mouth on his cock, wanting him to come in my mouth.
I work my fingers inside my sweet spot, feeling myself growing closer to release as I suck Tombstone with quick successions making sure to hit the back of my throat each time.