Sinner's Gin (Sinners, #1)

Kane’s smile was silly enough to ease the razor-fanged butterflies feasting on Miki’s stomach.

It wasn’t a perfect body. Instead, it was the body of a hard-muscled man who grew up with a band of rowdy brothers and lived a life as fully as he could. There were scars. The largest, a thin line of white through tanned skin, ran from Kane’s left hip up his ribcage. Another, a lighter swatch of brown, marked the space under his left knee. Miki didn’t mind them. He had his own scars, both inside and out.

Kane’s stomach rippled when he moved toward the bed, his muscled chest and arms flexing as Kane put his hands on the mattress to balance himself while he kissed the jut of bone on Miki’s right ankle. A light constellation of freckles spanned the top of Kane’s shoulders, and Miki made a silent promise to himself to kiss every single coffee-splash dot before Kane slipped away from him.

Taken as a whole, Kane was the most beautiful man Miki ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Then Kane’s hands roamed up his calves and over his hips, and Miki forgot everything other than the touch of the man’s mouth and tongue.

He knew he wouldn’t last. Not after so many years of being unable to do anything more than cry, but Kane took his time, suckling on his cock and pulling back up its length when it seemed like Miki was about to lose himself. Clutching at the root, Kane held Miki’s release tight, slowing down his strokes until they became whisper-soft touches. When Miki was finally able to see again, Kane began anew, wrapping his lips around Miki’s flange and scoring the velvety skin lightly with a brush of his teeth.

His cock grew wet with Kane’s spit, and Miki parted his legs, needing to thrust himself deeper into Kane’s hot mouth, but the man’s broad hand on his hip held him down. Frustrated, Miki threaded his fingers into the soft ruff of Kane’s hair and gripped the man’s nape.

“Kane, I’ve got to come,” Miki begged. “God, just let me go.”

“No, baby,” Kane whispered, running his tongue around Miki’s head. “I don’t want to let you go. Not now. Not ever.”

The promise in Kane’s voice drew Miki’s balls tight, and he lurched up, curling his body around Kane’s shoulders. The tears hit, riding fast on the heels of his release, and when the lightning from his cock struck, Miki held on tight to the man stroking him. The heat unspooled quickly, spreading through his body in a wave of overwhelming sensations Miki had no name for.

His throat tightened, and he struggled to breathe, jerking with the intensity of his orgasm. It built up from his balls, choking past the tangle of nerves at his cock’s base, then spilled out in a stream of hot liquid. His climax hit again, the second wave drawing itself out longer, and he held on tighter, feeling Kane’s skin give beneath the press of his nails.

Miki tasted blood, and he licked at his lips, not surprised to find he’d bitten through the tender flesh. His insides begged for Kane’s touch, and when he thought he couldn’t stand much more, the tip of Kane’s spit-damp finger edged into his opening and slid in, spreading him enough for Miki to have a taste of what it would feel like to have Kane’s cock delving into him.

His orgasm ripped through him, and Miki screamed Kane’s name. The man wrapped his arms around Miki’s waist and rocked him, hissing when Miki’s teeth sank into the meat of his shoulder. Miki held on, his cock reveling in its awakening. The skin on his shaft tightened and gave when his balls emptied again, the head growing too tender to be touched. Miki ached along the length of his sex, and still, his body continued to release, spilling out every drop of want and desire he’d held in for too long.

Miki’s jaw ached, and he finally let go of Kane’s shoulder, horrified at the deep purpling beginning to spread over the spot he’d bitten. Weakened, he murmured an apology, but it came out a whisper of nonsense and pleasure. Grinning at Miki’s insensibility, Kane leaned them both back into the pile of pillows scattered at the head of the bed and shifted Miki’s boneless body into a more knee-friendly position.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to rest.” Kane kissed Miki’s bitten lips. “You strong enough for me to take you bent over the bed?”

“I don’t know. That’s a lot of standing I’d have to do,” He blinked and snorted, cradling Kane’s arm when he draped it over Miki’s chest. “And maybe I want to have you bent over the bed.”

“I’m the one who got the condoms and lube,” Kane whispered, stealing another kiss from Miki’s open mouth. “I get first dibs on your ass. You can have me later.”




A RUMPLED, naked Miki was possibly the sexiest thing Kane ever saw in his life. The man’s legs seemed to go on for miles, and as the singer bent forward to grab at the bottle of lube Kane tossed onto the bed, Kane was tempted to bite down on the ripples of bone along the man’s rib cage.

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