Satan's Sinner's #3: Becca and Bullet

**Chapter 4

Becca POV

Sitting on the living room couch, the kids were in bed already, tired out from a day at the park, and making friends. I was looking at my phone, eating some popcorn, mumbling to myself, "Why is he telling me about the club whores pressing up on him and trying to fuck him?"

"He said that?!" Parker turned around to face me and whisper-shouted from the kitchen and came running over, grabbing my phone. "That's not what he said," he raised both brows at me, looking at me asking what the hell I was talking about with his look.

"You guys were paying attention!" I gasped, placing a hand over my heart like I was wounded by them. "How could you?!" I fake sniffled. Parker handed my phone back to me, pushing me back into the couch, walking back to Kai. I just started laughing. I need to keep the light feeling going so would be able to get through this conversation.

"Want me to stay with you while you discuss custody?" Kai offered. It was sweet, but I wanted to do this on my own. I needed to stand up, calmly, on my own two feet against the cheating, sexy, asshat whose face I most definitely do not want to sit on! Shit is it getting hot in here? Just me? Shit. Maybe he should stay. I was taking my time answering, so they made an offer.

"We'll stay in the office, with the door slightly open. That way there's some privacy, but you can holler if you need us. How does that sound?" Parker asked, gathering his snacks and cocktail already making his way over. I nodded, not trusting my voice to come out normal. Because I was feeling very hot all of a sudden. 

Woah. 

I fanned myself, just as a knock came on the front door as it opened, revealing Cameron in all his muscled and tattooed perfection, wearing gray sweats, a white V-neck, and a black Sinners hoodie. Oh god. The man looked like sex on a stick. He kicked off his black vans, rocking the no-shoe socks. He looked so fucking sexy. He knows this was always my favorite look on him. Comfy, laid back, easily removeable clothing. 

Motherfucker! 

If I could bite my knuckles and have him not notice, I would. If I was a dude, I'd have a raging boner that wouldn't be disappearing any time soon. The man looked so sexy. Letting my eyes linger from the man from where he'd kicked his shoes off and working my way up. Looking at those thick thighs hiding under the sweatpants, and then how I could see some of his darker tattoos under the white of his shirt, all the way. Wait. Is that a new tattoo?

I close my eyes, smack my cheeks with my hands, turning away from the door and him, shaking my head to clear my mind. We're talking about our daughter. I am not going to eye fuck this man. I am not going to lick or feast on him any time soon. The thought made my eyes go wide. I'm not going to feast or lick him ever! Never again! He needs to work harder if he wants to come back and worship on his knees at my temple's gates. A lot of work. 

But he won't. Because of her. And because I would never let him. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.

I felt his hot breath on my neck, right by my ear, which was being tickled with his deep, velvety smooth voice that made your knees weak and instantly wet, "You good?" My nostrils flared, and I turned toward the sound of that voice, looking him in the eyes. Slightly embarrassed, slightly turned on, and mostly silently screaming at myself to do something and not stand there staring at him with my face in my hands and my eyes like saucers, looking like an absolute moron.

"Hi." I whispered; I think. Maybe I just thought it. Because my brain melted, and I'm pretty sure these panties are ruined.

"Hi." He chuckled at me, giving me that award winning, toothpaste commercial smile. Yup. These panties are ruined. But this one light up his whole face like a kid opening just what he wanted to Christmas. It was like when we first met. Then he kissed her. The image flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes, willing the image out of my mind. That's one way to snap me out of my drooling, I guess.