Page 47 of Sin (Salvation #1)

Two Years Later

Cassidy meets me outside the coffee shop that I texted him the address to. His eyes are bright and his cheeks are pink from walking in the brisk New York weather. I hand him his mocha coffee and then use my gloved hands to warm his face. “How did it go?”

“I think it went well.” He bites his lip, even though I know there’s no reason for him to be nervous.

He had his interview with Columbia today, and with his flawless transcript, stratospherically high MCAT scores, and his Albert Schweitzer like demeanor, medical schools, including Columbia are going to be competing for his attendance.

I tell him just that, and I lean down to rescue his abused lip, and kiss him, not caring we are on a busy city street, and the kiss quickly turns passionate. If this city is gonna be our new home, it’s gonna have to get used to some serious PDA.

We refuse to be self-conscious on any level. We refuse to hide that we’re gay and in a loving, sensual relationship, and we refuse to be ashamed that we were once stepbrothers. The media had a field day with us for a while, but the scandal has mostly died out.

When I’m convinced I’ve thoroughly distracted Cassidy from his nerves, I pull back. “Come on,” I say, grabbing his hand. “I have something I want to show you.”

“Are we going to see Mercer?” he asks, as I pull him down the sidewalk of the eclectic, vibrant neighborhood, which just happens to be a walkable distance to Columbia.

I laugh. No. He said he’s busy this afternoon.” Busy, my ass. I know just what he’s doing this chilly afternoon. And who he’s doing it with. “He said he’d meet up with us tomorrow.”

“Then where are we going?”

“You’ll find out soon,” is all I say, and we walk a few blocks until we reach an empty building featuring pre-war architecture; I use my key and lead us inside.

“I thought we might look at this building as a potential living space?” I say as we ride the elevator that opens up to the top floor apartment.

“It’s beautiful,” he says looking in awe at the brick walls, high ceilings and the original wood flooring.

The late afternoon sun shines through the old, etched windows, creating a prism effect around him. “It certainly is,” I say, not talking about the apartment.

He turns toward me, an excited smile on his face. “It has so much character. You can feel all the stories of the people who lived here in the walls.”

I knew Cassidy would fall in love with the property as soon as my agent sent me pictures of it.

It’s the building version of Betty Jo, the old truck that’s still his pride and joy.

“A consortium is interested in buying this place, demoing it, and building condos.” Predictably, Cassidy looks horrified at the prospect, so I go in for the closing.

. “I think it should be our home instead.”

Excitement and uncertainty war within him. “I don’t even know if I’ll get into Columbia.”

“You will,” I tell him, certain he’ll be receiving an acceptance letter from his first-choice medical school very soon. “Come on,” I take him in my arms. “Let’s give this old building a few more stories to tell.”

This time it’s Cassidy who kisses me, and I’m struck by the passion and love he puts into it, and how every kiss is more mind-blowing than the last with us.

Heat licks through my veins, and I have the uncontrollable need to have Cassidy.

Right here. Right now. In the epicenter of our new future together.

I lift him, and his legs automatically go around me.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I growl and take the curving, iron stairs to the second story, which is all one loft-style bedroom.

The room is empty except for a large custom, fully made bed, the exact duplicate of the one we share in Nashville, acting as the centerpiece of the room. ”

One look at the bed, and Cassidy gives me a knowing look. “You already bought the building, didn’t you?”

Sure, buying the building without consulting him was high-handed and impetuous, but Cassidy knows that’s who I am. He also isn’t afraid to reel me in and call me out the times I go too far. I’m pretty damned sure this isn’t one of those times.

“New York is a new start for us.” I nuzzle into his neck and nip at my favorite spot just above his collarbone. “We deserve a place of our own that’s not full of complicated memories. “

After my father was convicted of multiple crimes, including first-degree murder, I turned my old house and the Citadel into The Amelia Grayson Crisis Center, which provides housing and counseling support to anyone suffering abuse.

Cassidy and I lived in the pool house so I could spearhead the necessary renovations that were needed.

We had some good times there, but I’m hungry for a fresh start away from Nashville.

“Then you better make this fuck unforgettable. “ A teasing smile spreads across his face, telling me he’s onboard with the plans I’ve made for us. “Since it’s the first one in our new home.”

As an answer, I throw Cassidy on the bed and come down on top of him.

I begin unbuttoning the dress shirt he wore to his interview.

Impatient, I pop two of the buttons and then give up and rip the whole damned shirt apart.

“Sin,” Cassidy chastises me about the destruction of yet another one of his shirts, but the excited moan he lets out as I begin roughly kneading his nipples with both my hands contradicts him.

I’m obsessed with Cassidy’s incredibly sensitive nipples.

I love watching them plump and pinken at my touch and the delicious taste of them as I lick and bite at them.

A few months ago, I spent a rainy Saturday afternoon testing out a long-held theory that I could make him come just from nipple play and a little dirty talk.

Watching him come untouched that way is a sweet, sweet memory that I plan on reliving very soon.

Not today, though. I don’t have the patience for edging.

My cock is already throbbing with the need to claim Cassidy.

He must be feeling the same urgency, because his hands go to his jeans and hurriedly unzips them and pushes them off to the floor.

I quickly shed my clothes and give a happy sigh when I’m finally in my favorite space, skin to skin with Cassidy.

I put my lips to his, and like always, I get lost in our kiss.

The act that before Cassidy I looked on as a formality to be rushed through so I could get to the fucking, now is essential to me.

Beyond the sweet pleasure of them, there’s a language in our kisses more elemental than words, expressing our deep need and desire for each other, body and soul.

Unwilling to break that connection, I continue kissing Cassidy while I force my knee between his legs to open them, then tease my finger along his crease several times, knowing it will build his anticipation and make him impatient for me to breach him.

Almost on cue, he breaks our kiss. “ If you don’t get me ready for you, I’ll do it myself,” he grumbles.

I gently bite his pouting lip. “As much as I like watching you when you do that for me, you’re not stealing my fun.” I pull back and bring his legs up and arrange them around my shoulders.”You wanted unforgettable, how’s this for a start?” I say, diving down and flicking my tongue over his hole.

Cassidy’s hips jerk up, and I put a strong arm across his abdomen to hold him still, knowing my man likes to be held down.

“Sin,” he cries out, the desperate calling of my name urging me on as I concentrate my attention on the sensitive nerves around his hole and then begin thrusting my tongue in and out of him as he fills the room with his moans.

Loving the smell and taste of him, I continue my feast until his whole body is shaking with need.

I pull back to grab the lube I had delivered along with the bed.

Frantic hands pull me up as Cassidy demands a kiss.

Happy to comply, I multitask and cover my fingers with the lube and begin thrusting into his hole to get him ready for my cock.

After two fingers, he’s had enough. He impatiently pull my fingers from him and grabs ahold of my cock, positioning it at his entrance. “Don’t need any more prep,” he pants. “I want to feel the burn.”

Always eager to give Cassidy what he wants, I thrust into him full force and don’t give him time to get used to my big cock inside of him.

Mercilessly, I drive in and out of him, commanding his body’s response.

“More,” he demands, his hands clawing into my back with each brutal thrust. In answer, my hips ruthlessly piston into him, hitting his prostate with each thrust.

Pure need takes over as our bodies crash against each other. It’s dirty and it’s sweaty, and it’s us giving each other access to our most raw, vulnerable selves. It’s true love at its primal level, and I glory in it.

We come together in a crescendo of grunts and cries.

The pleasure so sharp and sweet that I swear I’m feeling Cassidy’s orgasm as well as my own.

Boneless, I tumble onto the bed and gather Cassidy to me while we both recover.

The air is chilly on our sweat-soaked skin, so I pull the comforter up around us.

The coziness of our snuggling replacing the franticness of our intense coupling.

“Unforgettable enough for you?”

“I suppose it was a decent enough start,” he says, his still trembling body contradicting his words. He looks up at me with a mischievous grin that never fails to light me up from the inside out. “Maybe by the second round you’ll manage to achieve your promise.”

I raise my eyebrow at him. He knows exactly what he just did by issuing that challenge.

I’ll accept it and up the stakes. Now that my initial need to claim Cassidy in our new home has been sated.

I have the patience to edge him until he’s a sobbing, quivering mess.

He talked about a round two, but I’m not letting him out of this bed till his orgasms climb to close to double digits.

I’ll show him unforgettable.

The End

Mercer’s Story coming in March.