Page 32 of Sin (Salvation #1)
Cassidy
“Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” A voice from the darkness demands.
I jump, but as soon as I realize it’s Sin standing there, anger and hurt replace my fear at being surprised in the middle of the night. I waited hours for him to come back and give me any possible excuse why he left me with kiss-swollen lips to go on a date with Oliver.
“I don’t know,” I tell him truthfully because I have no idea where I’m going. I’ll probably end up sleeping in my truck, but it will be better than pining for Sin while he’s spending the night with another man. I resume walking to Betty Jo. “All I know is that I’m leaving you.”
“The fuck you are,” Sin says, coming after me. I throw my bag in the bed of the truck and jump in the driver’s side and hurriedly shut and lock the door. I give him a triumphant look as I start the engine until he goes to the passenger side and jumps right in.
“Told you that you needed to be more careful about keeping your doors locked,” he says in an infuriatingly condescending tone that makes me want to scream. “Now,” he pins me with a furious glare, “care to tell me why in the hell you got in your head to up and leave me in the middle of the night?”
“I didn’t feel like waiting around for you to get back from your date.”
“Date?”
“Is that too na?ve of a word?” I bite out. “I’m sorry, should I use the term lover?” I try to sound mature like all of the other men and women who’ve shared Sin’s bed. Like my heart won’t be cleaved into jagged pieces when he says yes. “Having only one lover so far, I’m not up on the terminology.”
“So far?” His eyes narrow on me, and he grabs me by the shoulder. “It goddamned better stay at one.”
His double standard sends me reeling. “So I get to stay at home waiting around for you while you’re out screwing Oliver and who knows who else?”
“Screwing Oliver?” Suddenly, his thunderous face slackens into laughter. “Only if I were in the market for a daddy, and I’ve spent too many years trying to rid myself of the one I already have to ever want another one.”
I look at him closely. “You really didn’t leave me to go visit your more experienced lover?” I ask, finally letting my insecurities out for him to see.
“No.” His hand reaches out to run his fingers through my hair. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”
The hurt that had rivaled an asthma attack in making me feel like I couldn’t breathe recedes, and I take a large, clearing breath.
He puts his hand on my heart and tracks the breath as it travels out from my lungs. “I do like your jealous side,” he says.
I can feel the color climb up my face for letting him know just how much I feel for him. How much he could hurt me by letting someone else touch him.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, running a finger up my chest and neck to my cheek in a sensuous slide to trace the path of the blush. “I feel the same way about anyone touching you.” His gray eyes darken. Then a tenseness comes over him, and his lips draw into a tight line.
“What was his name?” he demands.
“Who?” I ask, having a hard time remembering that anyone else exists except for the two of us, these last two days full of drama and passion.
His eyes spark. “The man who kissed you in the club.”
It’s unbelievable that the incident Sin is referring to only occurred a few days ago, when it seems I’ve lived a lifetime since then.
I try to shake my head free and focus on Sin’s question, but my pause takes his mind to dark places.
“Do you not want to give me his name because you’re trying to protect him from me? ”
I’m not sure the biker needs my protection, or anyone’s, really, but I hurry to answer Sin’s question. “I never learned his name,” I tell him truthfully.
“You left me and went with him, and you didn’t even know his name?” he accuses.
As lovesick as I am, Sin’s words have me pulling away from him and sitting up ramrod straight and targeting him with a furious glare. “Only after you ignored me and I was forced to watch you and Mercer slobber over each other all night and practically fuck each other on the dance floor.”
“That meant nothing.” He says dismissively, like those images won’t live in my head for eternity.
“That’s what Mercer said,” I spit at him. “That he was dealing with something and you were burning off your devils, whatever in the hell that means.”
“He’s right. We’re friends. Nothing more. Mercer was bent on pissing off Devlin, and I was trying to convince myself I could let you go.”
“Didn’t I get to have any say in the matter?”
He opens his mouth to respond, but I don’t give him the chance. I point a finger at him. “And you also don’t get to judge me for trying to find someone who wanted me, when you made it clear that you didn’t.”
“I’m pretty sure that the last several days prove just how much I want you, and I’ll always have a say over who touches you because from that night on,” his gaze burns into me, “it’s only going to be me.”
Despite the needy part of me that’s hungered for Sin for so long, feeling a dark thrill at his possessiveness, he doesn’t get to reject me, and then suddenly declare me his.
He reaches for me, but I bat his hand away. He tries again, this time putting his hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it off. At that, his lips turn up in a lopsided smile. I glare at it. How dare he just smile at me when I’m justifiably pissed off at him.
Recognizing that the smile was the totally wrong reaction, he tries to turn his smile into a frown, but doesn’t do a very good job.
With a frustrated huff, I move to get out of the truck, but he catches me and holds me to him.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I just love it when you go all annoyed kitten on me.”
That fires me up even more. He hurt me and that matters; I start to fight to get free.
“I shouldn’t have messed around with Mercer,” he finally admits, and I stop struggling to listen to him.
He pushes back the curls that have fallen into my eyes and drops a worshipful kiss on my brow, which is creased with anger.
“I knew it would hurt you, but that was the point. I was trying to drive you away.”
I digest that. “Is it because we’re stepbrothers?” I ask. “Are you worried about what people will think?”
He laughs. “When have you ever known me to give a fuck about other people’s opinions?”
“Then why?” At the question, he lets out a massive sigh as his arms tighten around me. “Can we wait to talk about this?”
“Why can’t we talk about it now?”
“Because that shit can keep for a while. Life is about to get complicated, and I don’t know how much time we’re going to get like this for a while.
” He starts dropping light kisses across my collarbone and up my neck, “You and me in this truck. The rest of the world is locked out. I don’t want to waste this time on chitchat. ”
I bite my lip, knowing we should get everything out in the open, but the drugging bliss of his kisses weakens my resolve, and I give in. “We’ll talk later,” I say, trying to sound as firm as I can while he’s causing my nerves to fire in small bursts of pleasure.
“Good. ‘Cause I need this,” Sin says between kisses.
“I need to watch the way your body reacts when I touch you.” He runs his hand under my shirt and up to my chest, where he circles my hardening nipple.
“I need to learn what makes you melt,” he says, kissing down my neck and causing me to relax into him.
“What makes you shudder.” He pinches my nipple, and like he promised, I go wild in his arms. He gives an evil chuckle at my reaction.
“I want—” I try to concentrate through the pleasure as Sin starts in on my other nipple.
“I want to do the same for you.” So far, Sin has controlled each and every one of our encounters as he shows me the ever-increasing peaks of pleasure my body can find with him.
“I want to make you feel good too.” I pant out.
“You do make me feel good.” He moves me over so I’m astride him. I feel the hard steel of his erection. “Better than good. Fucking amazing.” I shift slightly to grind against him and love the groan of pleasure he lets out.
I speed up my movements, my body racing toward coming in his arms until he grabs my hips with both hands and slows me down. I whimper in protest.
“Slower,” he says, and gives a little laugh at the pout that forms on my face.
“This isn’t some quick ‘I get you off, you get me off’ fuck.
” He bites at my lip. “I don’t want this to be over before I even get to feel your skin against mine.
” He nips at me again. “Before I get inside of you and make you forget that there is any other reality than you and me.”
Then Sin kisses me. It’s possessive and all-consuming and demands my response as he owns my mouth and begins to direct my hips into an achingly slow, pleasant grind against him.
Sin pulls off my t-shirt and lets it drop to the floor of the truck while I hastily undo his button-up and push it back behind him.
He was so right. It feels glorious to be skin to skin and have nothing between us, especially when he breaks our kiss and brings his mouth down to use his wicked tongue on my nipples until they are cherry red and swollen, and every nerve in my writhing body is on fire.
The air becomes hot and sultry, and the windows in Betty Jo steam up, adding a slow, easy intimacy to this moment between us.
We may still be parked on the estate, but it feels like our own world inside this truck.
All that matters is the feel of our sweat-slicked skin rubbing against each other, and the sounds of our heavy breathing and moans as the pleasure between us ratchets up with every kiss, every touch.
Sin’s hands go to my jeans where he unzips me with a finesse I’d never be able to manage, and pushes them off me so they lie on the floor next to my discarded shirt.
He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and retrieves a packet of lube, rips it open, and pulls my hand out.
“I want to watch you get yourself ready for me,” he orders, his eyes half lidded and glittering with desire.
I’ve never done that before. My insecurities about looking foolish in front of Sin bubble up to the surface. I look at the packet of lube and hesitate.
“Just pretend I’m watching you in your window.”
My uncertainty vanishes knowing how much he liked watching me touch myself all those times.
I take the packet and liberally cover my fingers and reach behind me to breach my hole.
Already so keyed up by the last half hour of foreplay, the feel of my finger sends shockwaves through me.
Sin watches, riveted, as every one of them plays out on my face as I prepare myself for him.
“Now use two fingers.”
I do as he says, adding the second finger. There is a slight burn as I adjust, but soon I’m able to slide both fingers in and out of me, the friction riding the line between good and not enough. I need Sin filling me up instead.
“Just a little bit more,” Sin croons to me. “I have to know you’ll be ready for this.” He unzips his jeans and pulls out his stiff cock and begins stroking it as he watches me prepare myself for him.
The sight revs me up even more. I feel like I’ll combust if he doesn’t take me right now. “I need you,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.
“Not yet,” he denies me, a mean glint in his eyes. He’s enjoying watching me writhe and pant for him, knowing I’m desperate for his cock.
“Never mind,” I say, knowing he is sadistic enough to keep me on edge for hours if I don’t force him into action. I grab my cock and begin stroking it. “I don’t need you,” I tell him. “I’ll make myself cum.”
“Not going to happen,” he says, batting my hand away from my cock and taking ahold of it in a vice-like grip. “I may have been okay with passively watching you pleasure yourself before, but now I’m in charge of your orgasms, and you’re not coming tonight until you’re riding my cock.”
He grabs my arm to pull my fingers out of my hole. “My turn,” he says, using the remaining lube on his cock and bringing my hips over him and guiding me slowly down onto him until he’s fully inside of me.
For a moment, he doesn’t move as he lets me get used to being filled by him.
Along with shocks of pleasure beginning to take over, there is an ache and a pressure at his invasion.
I ignore it and focus on the feeling of whole-body completeness I get from taking him inside of me.
Needing to be connected in every way, I lower my mouth down to his and, in my kiss, try to communicate everything I’m feeling.
Maybe he feels it too, because he hungrily meets my kiss and begins to guide my hips up and down on his cock in an achingly slow pace that reduces everything to just me and him and the delectably sweet rhythm of our bodies.
I reach my arms upward and hold on to the roof of the truck for traction as Sin begins to thrust into me in short, intense strokes that keep hitting me in the spot that makes me cry out his name.
“You like riding my cock, don’t you, baby,” he says, a shine of victory in his eyes every time I sob his name. He rewards me by taking my cock in his hands and begins to stroke me in time with his thrusts.
Bliss takes me over as Sin ruthlessly draws out my pleasure until every muscle in my body is tight and poised to come—but I hold myself back, waiting.
“Come for me, Cassidy,” Sin says, brutally thrusting up into me and giving my body the signal to let myself surrender to the bliss that wracks me in spasms of ecstasy.
Beneath me, Sin releases into me with a powerful grunt, filling me with his come and causing another wave of pleasure to detonate through me.
Together we ride out the aftershocks of our pleasure. Then I fall into the arms that wrap around me tightly, and I make a silent wish that they’ll never let me go.