Page 7 of Unwritten Rules (The Sunburnt Hearts #1)
All I can do is manage a nod as I dig my knees further into their holds.
My hips lift on their own accord, and I quickly find a rhythm that has Sinnett groaning and throwing his head back against the seat.
The curve of his jaw and the veins running down his neck make my mouth water, and I fight the urge to run my tongue over the slick skin.
“That’s it,” Sinnett grunts. His fingers dig into my skin, using my waist as a way to guide my hips up and down. “You fit me like a fucking glove.”
From this point on, I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness. Between the pressure building in my core, the ache in my thighs, and the steam fogging up the windows, I may as well be floating on a cloud, watching myself from above.
Sinnett takes one of my nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the perky skin and barbell. Somehow I manage to keep the rhythm while he devours me, but my movements grow sloppy as I rush toward the edge of the cliff, chasing the high I know will ultimately blow my mind.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell Sinnett I’m on the pill, but before I can utter a word, he grunts as he spills into me.
Seconds later, I’m rendered speechless as my orgasm shakes me to my core.
For a split second, I lose my vision, replaced by black spots and random shapes.
Every muscle in my body spasms as I come down from the high.
I slump against Sinnett’s chest breathlessly as his arms wrap around my waist. He’s still inside of me, but it’s the last thing on my mind. All I can focus on is thinking holy shit . That was quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had, and I was with Jayden for three years.
Is this what it feels like to have a mind-numbing orgasm? If so, I’ve been missing out.
“Are you okay?” Sinnett runs a hand over my messy hair.
I nod against his chest. “Y-yeah, I just…”
Sinnett’s body stiffens. His hands come up to grip my shoulders, pushing me back until I meet his gaze. “Shit, I just finished inside of you. I didn’t even fucking ask if you were on anything or grab the condom I keep in the glove box.”
Too exhausted to match his panicked state, I press my finger against his lips, silencing him. “Shhh. It’s okay, Sin. I’m on the pill, so you have nothing to worry about. You’re not going to have a screaming baby in your face nine months from now, so chill.”
He sighs with what I’m sure is relief before dropping his forehead against mine. “Thank God for that. I thought I was fucked for a second there. I’m normally more prepared, but for some reason I just—” He shakes his head. “It’s fine. We’re all good here.”
Because I’m tipsy and filled with endorphins that cloud my judgment, I press my lips against Sinnett’s one last time before sliding off him and crawling onto my seat.
His gaze burns into my skin as I readjust my dress and catch my breath.
By the time I look at him, he has tucked himself back into his pants and slipped on his discarded T-shirt.
The Audi roars to life, and Sinnett has to flick on the AC to get rid of the fog coating the windscreen. He silently clips his seat belt into place before backing the car out of the parking spot and driving toward town.
I’m at a loss for words over what just happened, so I stare out the window, replaying every second of our encounter. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. And to my surprise, I don’t regret a second of it. But that could change when the sun rises in a few hours.
I manage to squeeze out my address when we drive through the main street, and within a minute, Sinnett is parked out the front of my dark house. My gaze sweeps from the house I grew up in to the man I had my first one-night stand with. He’s watching me with curious eyes, waiting for me to speak.
“Have you ever done this before?”
He raises the brow with the scar through it. “Had car sex? Never.”
I shake my head. “I mean this . Sleeping with strangers for one night of fun.”
“Oh,” he murmurs and runs a hand through his messy hair. “A handful of times. But you don’t strike me as someone who has.”
A blush creeps up the base of my throat. “Yeah, well, I wanted to be adventurous.”
“I’m not complaining.” Sinnett grins. “Thanks for taking a chance on me.”
“Thanks for not murdering me,” I counter. “Well, I don’t know if I can say the same for my pussy.”
Sinnett bursts out laughing, and I can’t ignore the warmth that spreads across my body when I hear him laugh, knowing it’s because of me. It’s addicting.
“You really are something else, strawberry.”
I hadn’t realised the origin of his nickname when he first said it earlier, mostly because I was preoccupied. But now it’s grown on me.
My hair glides through my fingers as I try to get rid of some of the knots Sinnett created. “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all right, too.”
Sinnett tilts his head slightly, eyes roaming over my face. I’m mesmerised by how bright they are even in the shadows of the night. I could stare into them for eternity.
“You don’t know who I am, do you?”
I frown at his strange question. “No… Am I meant to?”
His tongue pokes the inside of his mouth. After a moment of silence, he smiles and shakes his head. “No, I guess not.”
“Well, thank you for driving me home.” A tiny voice inside me is screaming to invite him inside, but I know I shouldn’t.
Sinnett only wanted one thing from me and now that he’s gotten it, we are destined to walk away and never cross paths again.
The thought sours my mood slightly, but I swallow the bitter taste and offer him a smile. “I hope I never see you again, Sin.”
Sinnett bites back a smile and nods. “I hope not, Tate.”
With that, I swing open the passenger door and step out into the slightly warm air.
It’s bordering on 1 AM, so the early morning shift of cool air hasn’t settled in yet.
I wrap my arms around my waist and walk up the pathway to the front door of my parent’s house.
The same house where I lost my first tooth, where Mum taught me how to plait my hair and where I learned what a gobby is, courtesy of Nathan.
It’s littered with memories that warm my chest, but break my heart in the same beat.
Mum’s final moments are trapped in the walls, surrounded by every memory—good and challenging—we shared.
Come tomorrow morning, a ‘For Lease’ sign will be planted in the front yard, and another family will create their own lasting memories within the structure.
Once inside, I turn to see Sinnett’s Audi sitting idle on the street. Warmth blooms in my chest at his kind gesture of waiting for me to go inside before leaving. Barrenridge doesn’t have a high crime rate, but it doesn’t deter the townspeople from being careful.
I wave at Sinnett from the comfort of my home and watch as he drives down the street, turning the corner and disappearing from my life forever.
While I’m bummed I will never see him again, I’m grateful I got the chance to let my hair down and experience something I never thought I was capable of doing.
I’m not above being spontaneous, but having a one-night stand is something far out of my comfort zone.
And thankfully, it didn’t end with me dead in a ditch somewhere.
And Sinnett was right. Tonight will go down in the history books as one of my favourites.
I just hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.