Sinners' Playground

by Caroline Peckham

  “Where’d you learn to talk like that, J? And how many times have you used it to get a girl to suck your dick?” She knocked my hand away from her face and a low noise left my throat that was entirely animal.

  “I’m not playing you, Rogue,” I growled.

  “You didn’t answer my question.” She swung her leg over the horse so she was side-saddling it with her back to me, her attention falling to her chipped nail polish.

  “Anything that comes out of my mouth around you is real, sweetheart. I could talk a straight guy into blushing for me for the right price, but with you I wanna do it because it makes me feel good to make you feel good.”

  “Uhuh,” she said disinterestedly, clearly not believing me. I pushed her and she fell off the horse, turning to me with a shocked expression as she landed on her feet.

  I gripped the pole rising up from its back and used it to swing myself around the horse toward her like I was doing a bit in one of my shows. “I pushed you about when we were kids, don’t go telling me the rules have changed, pretty girl.”

  “It’s hardly fair now I can’t beat you in a fight with all those stupid muscles.”

  “They’re less stupid once you’re wrapped up in them. C’mere, lemme show you.”

  She backed away, slipping between a dolphin and a shark and I hounded after her around the carousel while Mutt yipped at me in warning.

  “I’m good,” she said lightly, still retreating, her eyes scraping down my body.

  “Why are you eye fucking me then?” I taunted and her gaze snapped back up to mine as I called her out.

  “No harm in looking,” she said, fronting it out and my grin widened.

  “No harm in touching either, or sucking, or licking, or fuck-”

  “I’m not going to make that mistake again,” she said and the smile fell from my face, a blade twisting in my chest as she confirmed what I’d thought anyway. I was just a bad decision. The dick for hire, only good for one thing. But at least that meant I could offer her something.

  “Alright,” I conceded as I trapped her inside a large sea turtle which had a bench in the centre of it. “I’m good for talking too. I heard what you said loud and clear. And I’m here to call bullshit.”

  She folded her arms, glaring at me and I hated that. I hated it so fucking much I wanted to just grab her and kiss her until she stopped looking at me like that. Like I’d fucked up everything in her life. Which I had, I knew I fucking had.

  “On what?” she deadpanned.

  “The little miss disposable act,” I said, stepping into the turtle so she either had to climb out or face me. “You are the least disposable person I’ve ever known. And for the record, I know what it’s like to be disposable. But you, sweetheart, you’re a fucking blood diamond. Rare as hell, wanted by everyone.”

  “I’m wanted by no one,” she hissed, her blue eyes watering and I could see the depth of her belief in those words. Nothing I said right now would change that. But I could try and prove it. I didn’t know how, but I’d figure it out.

  “I want you,” I swore. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, Rogue. I’ll never be done with you.”

  “You’re a liar,” she breathed, but her resolve was fading, her gaze falling to my mouth as I closed the distance between us.

  “No, but I’m a thief, an escort, a dirty fucker with a black heart. But you like that about me, don’t you?” I tracked my thumb across her chin and she swallowed hard, her pupils dilating.

  “I liked the old JJ.”

  “He’s got nothing on the new one,” I promised, leaning down to brush my mouth along her jaw. “He couldn’t have done this to you.”

  She shivered, tilting her head to the side as I dragged my lips up to her ear and her body arched into me.

  “Or this.” I slid my hand up her top, slowly running my fingers up to her breasts, waiting for her to tell me no, but her moan told me to continue.

  I pushed my hand into her bra, finding her nipple hard and waiting for me as I pinched and caressed it. She dropped her head against my shoulder as she moaned again, like she was trying to hide from her own desires, but there was no fucking chance I was going to let her. I may have been a bad decision, but if she wanted to make it again, I’d always be here for her to do so.

  I moved my mouth to her ear as her hand fisted in my shirt and I could sense the rage in her from the tension in her posture.

  “Hate me, pretty girl,” I growled. “But have me too.”

  I’d been used by hundreds of women, but Rogue was the first I really wanted to use me for nothing in return. She’d owned me a long time ago, my heart bought with her smiles and endless days in the sun at her side. She could use me until I was ruined, because my only wish in my whole life had been that this girl wanted me the way I wanted her. But if I couldn’t have that, then she could have whatever pieces of me she liked and discard the rest. My body might have been leant to others, but my heart had never been touched by anyone but her. And she would always have that claim on me.

  “I’m so fucking angry,” she growled into my chest, her hands tracking down my body until she was tugging at my shorts. My cock was already iron hard for her. I had to jack myself off for ten solid minutes pre-show sometimes to get it up, but for Rogue I was amped and ready to go with a single look.

  “I know, pretty girl,” I murmured. “Be angry. Just don’t leave. Promise you won’t leave.”

  “I can’t do that.” She grasped my dick through my shorts and I hissed through my teeth.

  I wasn’t sure if I was about to be castrated or have the best fuck of my life, but I was pretty sure I was going to enjoy it either way. So long as her hands were on me like that, I couldn’t not enjoy it.

  She started jerking me off through the material, her hand squeezing and yanking my cock in this brutal way which I fucking loved. I scored my thumb across her nipple again, getting as rough with her as she was with me as I squeezed her breast hard and growled into her hair.

  “Come on then, Rogue, take it out on me. You’re holding back.”

  She shoved her hand into my shorts, grabbing my balls and squeezing them until I gasped.

  “Motherfucker,” I hissed and she looked up at me with a grin that said she was enjoying this, but I had better ideas of how to make her smile.

  I tugged her hand off of my balls, wrapping her palm around my bare cock and groaning as I made her pump it. I smirked at her as she was forced to pleasure me, but before she could get mouthy about it, I pushed my free hand into her panties and sought out her burning hot pussy. I kicked her legs wider, shoving two fingers into her soaking heat and she cried out as I pumped them furiously in and out of her. I released her fist on my cock and she continued to give me the hand job of fury and wrath as I pushed a hand into my pocket and took out a condom.

  She snatched it from me, tugged my hand out of her panties and climbed away over the turtle’s head. I groaned, climbing after her and trying to catch her.

  “This is torture enough, pretty girl,” I growled as she weaved between the animals.

  She ran out of sight and I jogged after her around the carousal with a grunt of frustration, my gaze landing on her shirt on the ground. I smirked as I slowed my pace, striding past a horse with her bra hanging on its ear. As I hounded after her, I found her shorts on the back of a crab, her sneakers discarded on the floor and finally her little yellow panties on the fin of a dolphin.

  I hooked them off of it onto my finger, finding the seat of them wet against my palm and my dick got even harder - if that was even possible right now. I tucked them into my pocket and moved after her, rounding a large starfish seat and finding her sitting on the back of the same golden horse I’d found her on before. Her legs were spread either side of it, her back pressed against the pole behind her as she teased her clit with one hand while massaging her breast with the other.

  I bit down on my fist, groaning as I approached her. “Where’s the condom?” I gritted out and
she shrugged innocently, but her eyes darted sideways and I found it stretched over a swordfish’s face, the tip of it ripped open on the point.

  I pushed my tongue into my cheek, approaching her at a predator’s pace as she lifted her chin in a challenge.

  “Fuck you, Johnny James,” she said breathily, her tone drawing me in instead of pushing me away.

  “Yeah, fuck me, pretty girl,” I ordered as I reached the rear end of the horse.

  I grabbed her hips, yanking her closer to me. She gasped as I shoved her hand away from her pussy, running my tongue up the centre of her and her thighs trembled against my hold as I pushed them even wider.

  Her hands fisted in my hair and she ground her clit against my mouth as I sucked and teased her mercilessly. I wanted her coming on my tongue fucking pronto and I wasn’t going to be a gentleman about what I did next.

  She gasped and moaned and her dog yapped at us in alarm, the poor fucker probably thinking I was eating his mistress for lunch. Which, technically, I was.

  “Look away, Mutt,” Rogue demanded before she gasped, quivering against me as I circled my tongue over her little bundle of fun.

  The sound of scampering feet told me the dog had run off and I looked up at my girl with a wicked grin. “He might come running back when I make you howl.”

  “Stop talking,” she gasped, pushing my head back down between her thighs and I laughed into her pussy before driving my tongue into her tight hole.

  She bucked her hips, gasping and moaning as I gave her clit all of my attention next, sucking and kissing before starting up a rhythm with my tongue that had her spilling curses I’d never even heard before.

  Her thighs locked around the horse as she moaned loudly, coming beautifully on my tongue and I drank in the flavour of the rainbow with hungry licks.

  Her body melted like hot candle wax and I pulled her down off of the horse, smirking at the wet patch she left on its back as I carried her to the sea turtle, placing her down on her feet facing away from me. She stumbled shakily and I slapped her ass hard.

  “Fuck, J,” she cursed and I laughed as I pushed her forward to bend over the turtle’s head.

  She found her strength again, pushing her ass back against me with a growl. “Dammit, why did I destroy the condom?”

  I barked a laugh, taking another one from my wallet and tearing open the wrapper with my teeth like a porn star. I’d made an art out of making contraception look sexy a long time ago and I was bringing my A game for my girl. “You could destroy ten and I’d still pull one from my hair or my sock or my ass or my-”

  “Get inside me, Johnny James,” she growled and I clenched my jaw, splaying my hand on her tanned back and tugging my shorts down.

  I lined myself up with her wet entrance then shoved myself inside her fully, making her cry out. If a pod of dolphins were hanging out below the pier, they were definitely getting an earful right now.

  I growled at the perfect tightness of her pussy before driving myself in and out of her with powerful thrusts, taking everything I needed from her and giving her everything I had. She clutched onto the turtle’s head, her clit grinding against its face as I took her forcefully and kept her down beneath me.

  “I hate you,” she moaned and I rolled my hips, making her gasp as I rubbed her g-spot before pounding into it, grinding her into the turtle’s face who was definitely smiling around about now as I rubbed my girl’s pussy against it.

  My hands gripped her tightly and my gaze ran over the angel wings which decorated her back as they flexed and rippled with every thrust that drew our bodies together.

  She cursed and moaned and said completely unintelligible things as I fucked her so good that she was soon coming hard on my cock, squeezing me and making a shudder of pleasure run down my spine. I held her still as I claimed my own release from her, pumping in and out of her a few more furious times before finishing deep inside her.

  “Fuck,” I rasped as ecstasy made my head spin and I sighed her name as I held her down a moment longer. “You don’t hate me,” I growled, drawing myself out of her and taking the condom off, tying a knot in it.

  She stood up, pushing a hand through her hair and my gaze followed the curves of her body. I am one lucky, lucky fuck.

  She batted her long lashes, stepping toward me and giving me a devil’s smile. She didn’t answer me, instead slipping her fingers into my pocket and pulling out the panties which were poking out of it.

  “These are mine, thief,” she purred and I gave her a puppy dog look.

  “I thought they were a gift,” I said innocently.

  She snorted, pulling them on and brushing past me to collect the rest of her clothes while I tossed the condom into the booth in the middle of the carousel. I sighed as I watched her perky ass go, feeling like I had far too many stupid things I wanted to say which would probably make her run for the hills. I settled on the only thing that mattered, figuring anything else I said would just be fucking dumb.

  “Are you going to stay in town?” I trailed after her as she pulled on the last of her clothes and tugged her hair out from under the hem of her shirt.

  “Maybe.”

  I grabbed her hand, wheeling her around to face me. “I need a yes, sweetheart.” My heart beat out of rhythm and she frowned at me, shaking her hand out of mine. And there it was. The rejection every girl gave me when they were done with me. The retreating, the cold wall in their eyes, the look that said can you go now?

  I stepped back and hardened my heart, looking away from her. I was used to this, it never usually hurt. But with her it was gutting.

  “I guess I’m not quite done with this town. Not yet anyway.”

  A heavy breath of relief left me and she frowned.

  “I’ll stay for now. But not for you,” she said and I nodded, the relief bittersweet after the sting of her withdrawing from me. I should have expected it anyway. I was a good distraction from a shitty situation. But I wanted to be more than that, I just didn’t know how to be.

  “Fox will probably be camped out in a bush outside your trailer right about now,” I mused, burying the pain in my chest and slapping on a smile. “I can deal with him for you if you want to go there?”

  “You sure?” she asked hopefully.

  “Course, pretty girl.” I took out my phone, shooting a text to Fox.

  JJ:

  I found her. But she’s gonna skip town if you don’t get out of her trailer and leave her in peace there for a while.

  Fox:

  Fine. I’ll give her a day.

  JJ:

  Three.

  Fox:

  Two.

  JJ:

  Done.

  “You’ve got two days of peace,” I told her brightly and she pursed her lips.

  “Aren’t you doing the boat job tomorrow?” she asked with a frown.

  “Yeah, why?” I asked as we stepped off of the carousel.

  “Just wondering.” She shrugged. “How much is it worth again?”

  “I don’t recall me ever telling you,” I taunted and she smirked.

  “Well I’m asking now.”

  “Eighty grand. Half goes to Luther’s empire of course, but the rest is split evenly between the four of us who pull off the job. It’ll be a tidy ten grand each.”

  “Four?” she questioned.

  “Yeah, Chase is picking the fourth. There’s armed guards and the best way to pull the job is to come at the boat from both sides so we have a back up escape plan if needed. It’s safer to go in pairs, we can watch each other’s backs.”

  “Well don’t die, Johnny James,” she said.

  “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me since you got back to town,” I said with a teasing grin and she jabbed her elbow into my side.

  “Just don’t, ‘kay?”

  I slung my arm around her shoulders, drawing her close, unable to resist the urge to hold onto her just a little longer. “’Kay, pretty girl.”

  ***

>   I met Fox down by the marina dressed in my fisherman gear, cap and all, looking real authentic. Fox was matching me, waiting on the small fishing boat along the dock and I jumped onto it with a grin.

  “Well ahoy there, seaman,” I said brightly and he rolled his eyes. “Where’s our other fellow seaman?”

  “Stop saying seaman like that,” Fox said sternly, taking out his phone and checking it for messages from Chase.

  I dumped my bag of tools down in the back of the boat and glanced around at the other fishermen preparing their boats. It was early morning and we had fifteen minutes before the ferry left the shore. I could just make out the large white side of it further down the dock, La Mujer Bonita written in swirling red writing near the front. There wouldn’t be many people heading out on it this early, the tourist season was only just beginning so I was banking on a quiet vessel, but the armed guards were going to be our biggest problem. We’d had a tip off about them a couple of weeks back and tweaked our plans to accommodate them. They were there to protect the cargo from any shady passengers though. They wouldn’t be expecting anyone shady to climb aboard and rob them blind.

  It sounded like there were more than those Cartier watches being transported now, but whatever valuables they were guarding we weren’t interested in them. Fox wanted the watches and nothing else. We could take them right out of the box with the code we’d all memorised and the police would never be able to figure out when they went missing. We had to get on the ferry, down to the hold and back off of it again without anyone ever realising we were there. It was going to be quick and dirty and I couldn’t fucking wait.

  The minutes crept by and Fox tried calling Chase several times to no reply.

  Anxiety bled into me and I pressed my hand to his arm as La Mujer Bonita sounded its horn and started pulling out of the dock.

  “We’ve gotta go,” I hissed and Fox looked to me with fury etched into his face.

  “Fucking Chase. This his goddamn job,” he snarled.