Page 44 of The Lies Of Omission (Without Limits #3)

SIN

“ W hat does this mean?” The words tore from my throat like a wound. My voice was raw, gasping, lips still slick with him—like I couldn’t breathe unless I tasted him.

Theo sat before me, fire and thunder, his dark green eyes ablaze, no longer cloaked in the shadows I’d grown used to navigating. He wasn’t hiding anymore. His walls were gone, stripped down to his bleeding center, and I was staring straight into it.

“I chose you,” he said, and it wasn’t a declaration. It was a detonation.

My heart convulsed in my chest, struggling to catch up to a moment that felt like it was rewriting everything I thought I understood. “As simple as that?” I whispered, the ground beneath me suddenly felt unsteady.

He didn’t flinch. “Yes.”

Yes. As if it could ever be that easy. As if my body hadn’t been shaped around the ache of wanting him and the fear of losing him for so long that I couldn’t separate one from the other anymore.

I stared at him, trying to make sense of the man in front of me. Theo, with firelight flickering in his eyes and war still carved into his bones. Theo, who had built a life on silence and secrets and walls ten feet high—suddenly offered me everything. Himself. Raw and reckless.

“What about your job?” I rasped. “The trust? Everything you’ve spent your whole damn life protecting?”

His laughter broke the night open. Hollow.

Cracked. Shattered. “It all means nothing without you.” He moved closer.

Our bodies pressed together. “I want you, Sinclair. I’ve always wanted you.

Even when I shouldn’t have. Even when it nearly destroyed us.

And no matter what you decide, I’ll always want you. ”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. His words cut straight through my armor and sank deep into a part of me I thought I’d sealed off for good.

This was too much.

And yet—not enough.

I was falling apart and falling into him all at once. Everything in me screamed for time, space, air—but none of that mattered when he looked at me like that. Like I was gravity. Like I was home.

My lips brushed his again, because I couldn’t help myself. He was the storm, and I was the one stupid enough to walk out into it.

“I can’t think when you’re this close,” I whispered against his mouth, but I didn’t pull away.

“Then don’t think,” he breathed. “Just feel.”

And I did.

The eighteenth green spread out around us, quiet, dew-damp, sacred in its silence—and we defiled it.

Reverently. Desperately. Our bodies came together like they’d been waiting for this moment since the beginning of time.

Like we were always meant to find each other here—at the edge of everything we were and everything we could be.

He tackled me to the ground so fast the breath whooshed out of my lungs—his weight hitting me with a thud that reverberated through my bones.

Then his mouth crashed into mine. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. A war cry. A goddamn resurrection.

His tongue pushed past my lips, desperate and bruising, tasting, taking, owning. Like I was something he’d lost and thought he’d never find again.

His hands cupped my cheeks, thumbs dragging reverently across the stubble he knew like memory.

Gentle. Burning. It made me ache in a way that felt like breaking.

My cock thickened as he settled his weight between my spread legs.

His hips pressed into mine, rolling down, and I groaned—sharp and unfiltered.

“I need you,” he rasped against my mouth like it physically hurt to hold the words in.

He left fire along my jaw, kisses burning like embers, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. I shuddered. His breath was ragged, panting, brushing over skin already too sensitive. My cock pulsed beneath him, thick and aching as he rocked into me like he couldn’t help it.

Buttons popped free under his frantic fingers, my shirt yanked open to bare my skin to the night.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, lips ghosting against the pounding pulse at my throat, his voice soaked in awe and hunger like I was something holy.

Like he wanted to worship and ruin me in the same breath.

Teeth scraped along my Adam’s apple. His mouth left heat in its wake—across my throat, along my collarbones. He licked over the ink spread across my skin like he was memorizing it all over again.

My fingers threaded through his hair, tightening. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want this to end. I shoved his suit jacket off, dragged my hands down the strong lines of his back, then gripped the firm curve of his ass and pulled him harder against me.

“More,” I begged, my voice breaking as he reared back, ripping his shirt off in one motion.

The moonlight kissed his bare skin—perfect, untouched, mine .

“I’m right here,” I groaned, hips lifting to meet his. Our cocks rubbed through layers of clothes, soaked in precum, friction blazing between us.

Even though I’d come hours ago, it felt like I was starting from scratch. Like I’d been starving without him and didn’t even know it.

He dipped lower, tongue worshipping my chest, suckling one nipple until the pain blurred into pleasure and I jackknifed off the ground. My hands clawed at him, desperate to get him naked, skin to skin, cock to cock.

And he gave it. All of it.

He kissed down my chest, across my abs, dipping into my navel like he was drunk on me. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All I could do was feel him—his body, his mouth, his desperation.

“Theo…” My voice cracked as he buried his face in my groin and mouthed the length of my shaft through my pants.

“Yesss,” he hissed, popping my button, unzipping my fly. The cool air kissed my flushed skin—and then his lips wrapped around my cock.

I lost time. Space. Reality. My head thrashed. When I looked down and saw him watching me—mouth full, lashes fluttering—I nearly came.

But I stopped him. I needed more. All of him. “I need to feel you,” I gasped.

He paused. Confused. Wanting. And then he understood.

I stripped him down, fingers moving fast and rough. I didn’t touch his cock—not yet—I just dragged his pants to his knees and yanked him back into my arms.

“Oh, fuck—sweetheart,” he moaned, pressing his face into my neck.

I dug my fingers into the meat of his ass, hips grinding up to meet his. Friction. Fire. Frenzy. Precum and sweat slicked our skin, the heat of it only heightening the pressure, the drag, the unbearable closeness.

We rolled together, each thrust desperate, seeking. Not just release—connection. I needed to know this was real. That when he said he’d walk away from everything—he meant it.

If he did… then he could have it all. My heart. My body. My loyalty. My name. Everything. Because I was all in.

The slick head of his cock rubbed against mine, wet and throbbing. When he whimpered, I saw the uncertainty flicker in his wide eyes. A silent plea.

I answered it.

Working a hand between us, I wrapped it around our shafts. I could feel the thick vein pulse against my palm. His whole body tensed. He braced on his elbows and crashed his mouth to mine. The kiss was frantic—a firestorm.

“Fuck into my hand, baby,” I rasped.

He whimpered when I called him that—like it split him open. Sweat mixed with precum. We were soaked in each other. Moving in rhythm. Moaning each other’s names. Sharing breath like oxygen. He pulled away, unable to kiss me anymore, gasping, but his lips never left mine.

“I’m so close,” he panted.

“Me too, baby.”

I could feel him unraveling—hips stuttering, eyes wild, lips trembling.

“Fuck. Sin. Please…”

I tightened my grip around our cocks, the other hand stroking down his damp back, tracing the dip of his spine, settling between the swell of his ass.

Without a word, he spread his legs, wrapping around me like he’d die if he didn’t touch me everywhere. My fingers found his entrance and circled the sensitive skin gently—a silent promise.

And that was it. That was all it took. He cried out, head thrown back, muscles trembling. His orgasm ripped through him, hot and fierce—cum spurting over my hand, our cocks, our chests.

Seeing him come—feeling him lose himself in me—it detonated something inside me. I came with a roar, thick ropes of cum coating us, painting him, marking him. I claimed him. Just like he claimed me.

Fireworks erupted overhead, a thunderous symphony of color lighting up the night sky. Red. White. Gold. Blue. Rained down around us as we struggled to breathe.

The explosions carved our features in sharp relief—his eyes wild, lips bitten, hands on my chest like he couldn’t bear to be anywhere I wasn’t.

I gripped him tighter, needing him closer, deeper, holding on like he was oxygen. Because he was. Because without him, none of it mattered. I didn’t know what came next. I didn’t know how to take this moment and carry it into tomorrow.

But right now—right here—we were gods on scorched earth. Everything was fragile and new. Rebuilt in the rubies of what had come before.

“They’re beautiful,” Theo said, wonder softening every edge of his voice like the night had woven itself into him.

“They’ve got nothing on you, baby.”

He smiled—small, crooked, and genuine. It carved a hollow ache into my chest. He looked like something untouched, even now, rumpled, skin glowing faintly in the dying shimmer of fireworks overhead.

“I’ve…” he hesitated as we separated, pulling his clothes back on, wiping the cum from his stomach with a handful of grass.

I sucked my fingers clean, the sound of my moan low and feral as our taste coated my tongue. “You’ve?” I murmured, breath brushing against the shell of his ear as I scooped more from my stomach and licked it off slowly.

“I’ve never watched them before,” he said, and the childlike awe in his voice made something tighten deep inside me.

“Mmmm. We’ll have to change that.”