~Editor's Pick~
The Sons of Sin Motorcycle Club are a force to be reckoned with. Led by Saint and his twin, Sinner, their bond is unbreakable. They run the Cheyenne Chapter with respect and unwavering allegiance.
What starts out a lucrative deal with a rival club suddenly erupts into chaos when shots are fired, and the money mysteriously disappears. Frustration and suspicion fester because it becomes very clear that there is a traitor amongst them.
Across the street, Kira is an unwilling witness, and she knows where the money has been hidden. Terrified, she returns the money, but her actions spark Saint’s mistrust, and he orders Sinn to keep a watchful eye on her. A fragile bond begins to form, woven from threads of shared trauma. The line between loyalty and betrayal is razor thin. Can three seemingly different souls find healing from their intertwined destinies?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, double penetration
Saint placed his mug into the sink and then grabbed his keys and wallet. “I’ll probably crash at the clubhouse.”
“All right,” Sinn said. “So, go ahead. Say it.”
“Say it?” Saint questioned, perplexed. “Say what?”
“Say ‘don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,’ so that let’s say you obviously failed at the fine art of seduction.”
“What?” Sometimes his brother confused the hell out of him. “Who are we seducing?”
“She’s our girl.”
Saint rolled his eyes. “Not this again.”
“Admit it. Admit you want her to be ours.”
“No.”
“Are you chicken?”
“Are you five?”
Sinn stuck his tongue out. “We always said we have to find a woman who fits both of us.”
“You said that.”
“You agreed.”
“Was I drunk when I agreed?”
“Probably,” Sinn replied with a cheeky smile. “We were drunk a lot in our youth.”
Saint shook his head. “For fuck’s sake.”
Did he want to share a woman with his brother long term? Of course, they’d sandwiched a woman in the past. Several times, in fact, and he enjoyed each encounter. But was that only sexual satisfaction or was each experience a prelude to what he truly wanted? He stomped out the back door and made a beeline for his bike. Sometimes his brother gave him a horrendous headache. Yet, he couldn’t eliminate the small voice in the back of his mind urging him that maybe Kira came into their lives for a reason.
