Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

“Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”

But that’s the thing about lines in the sand. Eventually, they wash away, and you can’t remember where you drew them.

“We’re going to hell, Angelo.” He doesn’t say a word. After a few beats of silence, he slowly pulls my panties back up my thighs, being gentle when he reaches the sensitive welts on my ass. He does the same with my leggings, and then I feel something soft falling around my shoulders. I glance down and realize he’s slipped his jacket around me. His hands run down my shoulders to my forearms and linger there, warm, strong and comforting. For a brief moment, I close my eyes and lean my back against his chest, basking in the feeling. In the distance, the waves crash against the rocks below, and the trees lining the entrance to the Preserve rustle in the wind. His lips graze over my crown. “I’m already in it.”

“I will get you out of this. I just need to have a plan in place. Do you trust me?”

“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”

“Shut up, Rory. He left his entire life in England and came back to Devil’s Dip for you. He’s so in love with you that it makes me sick.” “She’s right, I am.”