Page 39 of Sin (Salvation #1)
Cassidy
I think I just had my first double date.
After Sin shared his story with Mercer and Devlin, he declared he was hungry, and somehow Devlin ended up making fajitas while Sin and Mercer made a large and powerful batch of spicy margaritas. Someone turned on some music, and suddenly, the emotionally charged last few hours turned into a party.
Among the shit-talking and laughing, I watch Mercer with Devlin, and the remnants of jealousy I still had concerning Sin and Mercer evaporate.
I don’t know what’s going on between Mercer and his former guardian, but from the hungry looks they give each other when the other one isn’t looking, I’m positive the talented artist isn’t pining for Sin.
It makes it easier when Mercer corners me while I’m pouring myself a refill of the delicious margarita.
I don’t feel the normal wave of resentment I used to feel when he spoke to me.
“You did a good thing, making Sin finally talk about what his father did to him and his mother.” He nods at Sin, who is in his happy place, as he shit-talks Devlin, who seems more than capable of giving it right back to him.
“He's lighter and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him.”
I’m happy Sin’s best friend thinks so, too. “Did you know that his father murdered his mother?” I ask curiously. He hadn’t seemed that surprised when Sin revealed that secret.
“I suspected it. I’ve spent enough time around Gideon to know what a maniac Gideon is. I can’t wait to see him get the punishment he deserves. Not only for what he did to Sin’s mother, but the hell he put him through.”
Seeing his genuine care and protectiveness over Sin, I can’t help but feel the first bonds of an actual friendship grow between me and Mercer.
He bumps my margarita with his. “Cheers to a future where evil fathers stop ruining their sons’ lives,” Mercer says with a long look at Devlin, and I get the feeling that he’s referring to more than Sin in his toast.
I’m a little tipsy by the time we get in the rideshare to go home, and I’ve lost track of the time. It was a long day of fun and margaritas, and I only know that it’s dark outside and more than past time that I feel Sin inside of me again.
I tell him exactly that, and he laughs and tells me it’s the tequila talking.
I object by releasing my seatbelt, straddling him, and showing him just how much I need him by kissing him all the way home.
By the time the car pulls up to the house, we’re both ready to combust. Sin laughs at the driver’s disapproving glare, peels off a stack of bills, and hands them to him.
“Here’s a little extra for your moral outrage,” he says, giving him a wink.
When we reach the house, he pauses. “We have to be quiet,” Sin reminds me.
“Quiet,” I repeat, and do a pretty good job of it until we reach Sin’s room and he starts kissing me, and I can’t help answering with hungry moans.
“Shhhh,” he whispers, though the look of satisfaction on his face tells me he likes that he brings out an uncontrollable response from me.
“I’d gag you and tie you up to make sure you stay silent, but I need you completely sober so you can give your full consent before we do anything like that.”
The visual of being bound and at Sin’s mercy has my breath quickening. Sin notes my reaction with a low, sensual chuckle. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to get to that soon.” He gives me a deep, soulful kiss. “Real soon,” he whispers against me. “But tonight, this should do.”
He spins me around and positions me against his closet door and roughly yanks my chinos down around my ankles. “This work for you?” he asks against my ear.
“Yes, please,” I plead.
“Good.” He drops a worshipful kiss on the nape of my neck. “I do something you don’t like, or you want me to stop, you ball up your fist and hit my thigh. You got that?”
I nod my head impatiently.
“I need the words, Cassidy.”
“I’ll hit your thigh if I need you to stop,” I pant out.
Taking out a packet of travel lube from his wallet, he coats his fingers generously. His other hand reaches around me, then covers my mouth tightly while one finger breaches me from behind.
I’m overcome by the dual sensation of his finger ruthlessly plunging in and out of me, along with the forceful hold of his hand over my mouth as his body cages me against the door.
I feel totally under his command, my normally overactive brain ceding control to him so that I’m free to just feel the sensations of his dominating touch.
Quickly, he adds a second finger and then a third, and searches out the spot that makes my entire body seize in unreal pleasure. Again and again, he targets my prostate until my legs are shaking, and he shifts his body to support my weight.
Then he pulls out his fingers and immediately thrusts inside of me. My body spasms at his possession. Pleasure. Pain. They tangle and become indiscernible as my body is drenched in overwhelming sensation as he begins thrusting in and out of me, demanding my body’s wild response.
It's raw and its beautiful as his body uses and worships me with each brutal thrust. I begin screaming into his hand, no longer able to care about anything other than the here and now of his body plundering mine.
He moves his mouth to run kisses along my neck, his hot breath on my overheated skin, one more sweet sensation that, small as it is, sends me careening over the edge.
I come endlessly as he continues to piston into me, his movements drawing out my bliss until I’m sobbing into his hand, not sure my body can withstand being wracked with another wave of pleasure.
“I like filling you up with my come,” he says against my neck, breaking his self-imposed silence. He hadn’t needed any words, his body speaking to mine with every touch. “I like knowing I’ve claimed you,” he nips at my neck, “from the inside out.”
I revel in his possessiveness. I know in a moment I’ll have to free myself from his hold and reclaim myself, but for just a few more minutes I’m going to glory in his temporarily-granted domination.
Suddenly, footsteps sound on the stairwell, and when they continue down the hall, I panic.
Here I am, my pants around my ankles, and Sin’s come dripping from me.
Sin is mostly put together, but the picture we make together is obvious.
If we’re discovered, there is no way to spin this as anything else but what it is—two stepbrothers who just had sex together.
Sin moves into action. He releases me and shoves me into his closet and shuts the door.
I hear rustling and then the sound of bed springs, which I assume is Sin putting himself in order and then making a dash for his bed.
The door opens, and Gideon’s voice booms into the room. “You didn’t meet with the PR firm today to schedule the media interviews.”
“I told you I’d help you and I will, but I’m not being told by the stodgy, out-of-touch PR firm you hired how to navigate social media. I already posted today, and for now, that’s enough. Believe me, in something like this, less is more.”
“Let me see it,” Gideon orders.
There’s a pause, and then Gideon speaks again. “Your post is one sentence.”
I’d seen Sin’s post. It simply read: Want to know the whole story? Then lists a date in May, two months from now. The response was huge, and speculation has been rampant. Almost immediately, several online articles have sprung up analyzing what Sin is going to reveal.
“That’s all it needs to be,” Sin says.
“You didn’t issue any support or deny the claims against me.” I can hear the fury building up in Gideon’s voice, and though I know I can’t do it, my natural reaction is to go out there and protect Sin from his father.
“Relax, old man.” Sin dismisses his anger.
“If I did any of that, the only reaction there would be from my millions of followers, and the media in general is one big collective yawn.” I hear him typing on his phone.
“See the media response? They’re starving for more.
By the time I give that interview in two months, all of social media and every media outlet will listen to what I have to say.
Me defending you, especially with our infamously strained relationship, will be a PR pot of gold. ”
Of course, Sin has no plan to build up a media frenzy to defend his father. In that interview, he plans to reveal that his father killed his mother.
Gideon argues with Sin for what seems to be forever, and finally, after calling Sin a list of terrible names, Gideon leaves. I wait in silence, not trusting it’s safe to come out.
Finally, the door opens up, and Sin stands there, a look of frustration on his face.
He doesn’t have to say it. We’d been careless.
We’d let our desire override our good sense.
There’s no way we can take the chance again that we did tonight.
We are going to have to stay away from each other. It’s the only way.
He opens up his arms to me, and I go into them, knowing it will be a while before I can be there again. His arms wrap around me tightly. “Two months,” he whispers in my ear. “Two more months, and nothing will keep us apart.”