Page 19 of Sinful as They Come (Sinful Trilogy #1)

SAWYER

It was just before six when I showed up at Holly’s house. Unfortunately I had remembered the directions. But I had no plans on going inside. Instead I sent Brodie a quick text to let him know that I was out the front to pick him up.

But I got no reply.

Huffing loudly, I shook my head and messaged him again. And again. And one more time.

Still nothing.

Maybe Holly killed him.

“Serves him right,” I mumbled to myself.

After calling Brodie up and still getting no response, I realized then that I had no choice but to knock on the door and drag him out of there.

I didn’t want to spend any more time pulled up in front of Holly’s mansion.

I took long strides to the entrance of her home and banged on the door with a heavy fist.

The door swung open not long later, revealing the face of a woman. She had dark hair and big eyes and full lips – just like Holly.

“You must be Sawyer!” She grinned at me. “I’m Nicolette. Your cousin told me you were picking him up. He’s inside. They should be finishing up soon. Come on in.”

No, no, no. “I can just wait in my—”

“Don’t be silly. Come on.” She literally grabbed at my hand and pulled me inside.

I was left with no choice but to follow her down a long hallway.

The first thing I noticed was the giant spiral staircase that probably led to a hundred different rooms. The hallway was perfect.

Everything looked so pristine. Just like Holly.

The paintings on the walls looked expensive as they hung to my left and right.

Below one of the paintings was an oak collared side table.

It looked vintage, probably expensive too.

The too white floor below me was harsh reminder of the cheap carpet back at my trailer.

Something in the air smelled good. Like garlic and chicken or something.

Being inside Holly’s home felt like being in a foreign country I was about to get kicked out of.

Holly’s mom stopped in front of a door to my right and gave me a little smile. “They’re just in there. Would you like some soda? I’ll get you some!”

“No, really, I—”

“There’s some sandwiches in there too if you’re hungry!” She turned around and walked away, not giving me a chance to tell her that all I wanted to do was leave her perfect home and never come back again.

I sighed loudly and moved into the room and my eyes narrowed at the sight before me.

Holly and Brodie sat there on the floor, their backs up against one of the long cream-colored couches in the room.

There were three couches – because one wasn’t enough.

They formed a U shape, framing a coffee table that sat in front of Holly and Brodie.

Directly behind them were shelves and shelves of books and fancy, little ornaments that looked like they were made from glass or porcelain or whatever shit rich people were into.

Holly and Brodie were busy typing away, each with a laptop sitting on their thighs.

“You ready to leave yet?” was my greeting to them.

Brodie looked up at me with a smile. Holly seemed startled as she jumped at my words.

“Hey. You’re here early,” Brodie said.

I could have kicked him right in the balls. “You’re kidding, right? You know what time it is?”

“Uh…” Brodie’s eyes trailed over to the grandfather clock in the corner. “Oh , shit.”

“Yeah. Oh, shit indeed,” I mumbled. “Was this your fault again, Malibu Barbie? Seems like you can’t finish anything on time.”

Holly let out a loud sigh. “Sawyer, I had a lot of work to do this afternoon. I already have to do fundraising stuff for the football team, and now apparently the entire writing staff are all hooking up and spreading mono around the whole school.”

“I’m not involved in that, by the way,” Brodie chimed up.

Holly gestured to Brodie. “And no one was willing to help but—”

“I wonder why,” I cut her off.

“But Brodie,” she said, narrowing her brown eyes. “Thank you, Brodie. Again. I appreciate you doing this so much.”

“Whatever. Is your dad home?” I asked Holly.

“No,” she said slowly. “Why?”

“He came into the shop the other day,” I mumbled, looking her up and down.

“And?”

“And I see where you get your annoying personality from.”

She tilted her head at me. “Well, he didn’t mention you.”

“That’s too bad.” I rolled my eyes before looking at Brodie. “I messaged you. I was waiting outside.”

“Oh, Brodie, I think you left your phone in my bedroom,” Holly chimed up.

Bedroom? Jesus Christ. Did he go up there? My fingers rubbed at my forehead. I felt a headache coming on.

“You ready to go or what?” I asked.

Brodie nodded. “Yeah, almost! Holly, I’ll just send you this stuff and we’ll get outta here.”

I saw Holly give him a pout. “Brodie, thank you so much for coming over and helping me with this. You’re the best. Are you sure you don’t want to stay over for dinner? Let me thank you with the food my mom’s making.” Holly then looked up at me. “You can both stay.”

“Not gonna happen,” I said fast, shaking my head at her sharply. “No fucking way are we staying for dinner.”

“Well, I thought I’d be nice and offer since it’s the polite thing to do. But what does Sawyer Westbrook know about manners?”

I was about to tell her that she was the most irritating person I had ever met in my life when her mom showed up again.

“Here’s your soda!” Holly’s mom shoved a glass of cola in my face – topped off with a lemon slice and a straw. She seemed nice enough. It made no sense that Holly was her daughter.

I took the cold glass from her slowly. “Thanks…” Then she practically pushed me into one of the couches and offered me a sandwich. I thanked her again before she hurried out of the room. Moms, for whatever reason, usually liked me. Holly’s mom was no different apparently.

“Dude, eat ‘em,” Brodie called out. “They’re so nice.”

“My mom makes the best sandwiches.” Holly placed the laptop on the coffee table before standing up. “You’ll love it.”

I took a slow, hesitant bite. Instantly I noticed how good it tasted. Whatever the hell was on it was delicious. Fuckin’ Holly’s mom… It didn’t take me long to finish the sandwich and the drink. It felt nice to have someone look after me for once. But I didn’t want to think about that for too long.

“Brodie, I’ll go grab your phone from my room. I’ll get you that charger for the laptop too. Be back in a second!” She darted out of the room, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“I hate being around her.” My eyes closed as I threw my head back against the couch. It was so comfortable and soft. Probably pricy as hell. “Why the hell did you make me come in here?”

“Don’t be such a drama queen.” Brodie laughed.

“I’m gonna kill you. I swear to God. This is where you’ll die, right here in Holly’s living room.”

“Actually, I don’t think this is the living room. I was in the living room earlier. This is just another room. They have a lot.”

I shook my head, my eyes still firmly shut. “You’re so lucky you’re my cousin, Brodie. ”

I stayed like that for a few minutes. One, because I was too annoyed to even look Brodie in the eyes.

And two, because Holly’s couch was stupidly comfortable and I could have fallen asleep right on it – not that I would ever tell her that.

The sound of footsteps made me open my eyes.

I was hoping it was Holly with Brodie’s shit, but I was looking at her mom once more.

“Are you sure you boys aren’t staying for dinner?” she asked with her hands on her hips. “I made chicken alfredo!”

“No,” I told her before Brodie could speak up. That at least explained what smelled so good. “We’re okay. Thanks. We, uh, gotta get home soon. I have a shift to get to.” That was a lie, but I needed to get out of Holly house already.

“Hm. If you insist. Where’s Holly gone off to?”

“She’s upstairs. Getting some stuff for Brodie.”

“Do you mind getting her for me, Sawyer? I need her in the kitchen! Ooh, Brodie, you can give me a hand until Holly comes downstairs. Left at the stairs, all the way down the hall. Her room is the last one on the left!” With that, she grabbed Brodie’s hand, pulled him off the floor, and dragged him away from me.

I didn’t even have a chance to complain. I threw my hands up, looking around the room like someone was going to help me. All I could hear was laughter from down the hallway. Brodie and Holly’s mom were apparently getting on great.

But I wanted to go home already, so I whispered out a sharp “fuck” before I stomped up the stairs. There were dozens of photos on the walls. Holly’s face stared back at me, right along with her oddly nice mom and asshole dad.

Moving fast, I found the closed door that Holly’s mom had been talking about and knocked on it slowly.

I got no response. I knocked again. No response.

I rolled my eyes. How was it that Holly had been wasting so much of my time lately?

When I knocked another time and still got no answer, I let out a loud sigh.

I even waited a few seconds before I gave up on waiting, pushing open the door .

Holly had been found. Finally.

But she was bent over.

She was reaching for something under her bed, her ass up in the air and her skirt pushed up. I gripped her door handle harder than I should have for someone who hated her so fucking much.

But her round, plump ass was on show. Her panties were more than visible. I could see how they were wedged in between her peachy ass cheeks, the pink material looking all soft and lacy. My head tilted at the sight of her as she moved her body back and forth, searching for something.

I hissed lowly. I hated her. I truly did.

But fuck, she was hot. The worst thing about her was how hot she was.

If she wasn’t such a stuck-up brat, she’d be perfect.

My knuckles were probably turning white from how hard I was gripping the door handle, but I couldn’t stop staring.

She was making little noises as she stretched out her body. The softest of whimpers…

It was a pretty sound.

Holly let out a happy hum and pulled herself from out under the bed. My eyes widened a little when she got settled on her feet and turned around, a little box in her hands. She gasped and took a step back.

“Sawyer,” she said with a shallow breath.

“Your mom wants you,” was all I said before I took off and stormed my way downstairs.

I could have sworn my cock twitched when I had been looking at her, but I was going to pretend like that never happened.

I was going to pretend like I hadn’t been fucking infatuated for that minute Holly had spent on all fours with her ass up in the air and her panties on show…

I coughed loudly when I got downstairs and found Brodie by the door. He must have noticed that something happened, because he gave me a quick up and down.

“You okay?” he asked, leaning in close.

“When the hell can we leave?” I asked, my voice low. As usual, every interaction I had been having with Holly lately had been his fault.

“Soon. Relax.”

“I am relaxed.” But I was anything but. I kept thinking of Holly like that . Making those little noises, on her hands and knees. She looked good like that. Really good.

Fuck. I rubbed at my face. I was not fantasizing about Holly Sutton.

I was not. I hated her and everything she stood for.

I hated her mansion and her fancy furniture and her twenty-five computers and her stupid sandwiches that tasted so damn good.

I hated her doe eyes and her pouty lips and her curvy body and that round fucking ass that looked like heaven to grab.

I hated her stupid, shitty boyfriend that cheated on her with every girl he made eye contact with.

I hated her. I hated Holly.

I hated the way her cheeks flushed red as she walked down the stairs, a white charger in one hand and Brodie’s phone in the other. She looked pretty blushing.

Jesus Christ, I wanted to die. What the hell had gotten into me? One look at her ass and I was suddenly acting like some horny loser.

But I couldn’t forget it. The way she looked down on her hands and knees.

How wide her eyes got when she spun around and saw me.

I liked her like that. Wide eyed, flustered.

She had nice lips. Pink and plush and pouty.

I quickly rubbed at my face again. This was Brodie’s fault.

I wasn’t supposed to be in Holly’s house, let alone her bedroom.

“Brodie, here’s the charger for the laptop,” she said with a whisper. Her cheeks were still red.

She had caught me staring upstairs. I wondered what she was feeling. Was she embarrassed? Was she pissed at me? I looked down at the floor. At the perfect, white floor and avoided her eyes.

“Are you sure I can borrow it?” Brodie asked.

“Keep it for as long you as need it,” Holly told him. “My aunt bought me that for my birthday. I told her I already had one. She wouldn’t hear otherwise. It’s just been collecting dust. It’s all yours.”

“Thanks so much, Holly. This is gonna make my life so much easier.”

“It’s fine. Thanks for helping me again this afternoon. Especially after what happened with your earlier story… So, thank you.”

“Anytime. We’ll see you tomorrow!” Brodie said cheerfully.

“Bye Brodie. Bye Sawyer…” she said softly .

When she said my name like that, I couldn’t help but look up.

Her eyes were so big as she stared at me, and her cheeks were still that perfect shade of red.

Perfect? No. She was far from perfect. I grunted and turned around, yanking Brodie through the door and to my truck.

It was only when I sat down that I was able to let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Can you believe Holly’s letting me borrow her laptop?” Brodie asked, holding it up like a prize. “She said I can keep it as long as I want. She’s so sweet.”

Sweet . The word was like venom, because all I could think about was Holly bent over like that with her ass in the air. One little tug of her pink panties would have shown me her pussy. Her sweet , little pussy.

I grunted again at the thought.

I needed to get Holly out of my mind.