Page 50 of Sin

“Didn’t I get to have any say in the matter?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but I don’t give him the chance. I point a finger at him. “And you also don’t get to judge me for trying to find someone who wanted me, when you made it clear that you didn’t.”

“I’m pretty sure that the last several days prove just how much I want you, and I’ll always have a say over who touches you because from that night on,” his gaze burns into me, “it’s only going to be me.”

Despite the needy part of me that’s hungered for Sin for so long, feeling a dark thrill at his possessiveness, he doesn’t get to reject me, and then suddenly declare me his.

He reaches for me, but I bat his hand away. He tries again, this time putting his hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it off. At that, his lips turn up in a lopsided smile. I glare at it. How dare he just smile at me when I’m justifiably pissed off at him.

Recognizing that the smile was the totally wrong reaction, he tries to turn his smile into a frown, but doesn’t do a very good job. With a frustrated huff, I move to get out of the truck, but he catches me and holds me to him. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I just love it when you go all annoyed kitten on me.”

That fires me up even more. He hurt me and that matters; I start to fight to get free.

“I shouldn’t have messed around with Mercer,” he finally admits, and I stop struggling to listen to him. He pushes back the curls that have fallen into my eyes and drops a worshipful kiss on my brow, which is creased with anger. “I knew it would hurt you, but that was the point. I was trying to drive you away.”

I digest that. “Is it because we’re stepbrothers?” I ask. “Are you worried about what people will think?”

He laughs. “When have you ever known me to give a fuck about other people’s opinions?”

“Then why?” At the question, he lets out a massive sigh as his arms tighten around me. “Can we wait to talk about this?”

“Why can’t we talk about it now?”

“Because that shit can keep for a while. Life is about to get complicated, and I don’t know how much time we’re going to get like this for a while.” He starts dropping light kisses across my collarbone and up my neck, “You and me in this truck. The rest of the world is locked out. I don’t want to waste this time on chitchat.”

I bite my lip, knowing we should get everything out in the open, but the drugging bliss of his kisses weakens my resolve, and I give in. “We’ll talk later,” I say, trying to sound as firm as I can while he’s causing my nerves to fire in small bursts of pleasure.

“Good. ‘Cause I need this,” Sin says between kisses. “I need to watch the way your body reacts when I touch you.” He runs his hand under my shirt and up to my chest, where he circles my hardening nipple. “I need to learn what makes you melt,” he says, kissing down my neck and causing me to relax into him. “What makes you shudder.” He pinches my nipple, and like he promised, I go wild in his arms. He gives an evil chuckle at my reaction.

“I want—” I try to concentrate through the pleasure as Sin starts in on my other nipple. “I want to do the same for you.” So far, Sin has controlled each and every one of our encounters as he shows me the ever-increasing peaks of pleasure my body can find with him. “I want to make you feel good too.” I pant out.

“You do make me feel good.” He moves me over so I’m astride him. I feel the hard steel of his erection. “Better than good. Fucking amazing.” I shift slightly to grind against him and love the groan of pleasure he lets out.

I speed up my movements, my body racing toward coming in his arms until he grabs my hips with both hands and slows me down. I whimper in protest.

“Slower,” he says, and gives a little laugh at the pout that forms on my face. “This isn’t some quick ‘I get you off, you get me off’ fuck.” He bites at my lip. “I don’t want this to be over before I even get to feel your skin against mine.” He nips at me again. “Before I get inside of you and make you forget that there is any other reality than you and me.”

Then Sin kisses me. It’s possessive and all-consuming and demands my response as he owns my mouth and begins to direct my hips into an achingly slow, pleasant grind against him.

Sin pulls off my t-shirt and lets it drop to the floor of the truck while I hastily undo his button-up and push it back behind him. He was so right. It feels glorious to be skin to skin and have nothing between us, especially when he breaks our kiss and brings his mouth down to use his wicked tongue on my nipples until they are cherry red and swollen, and every nerve in my writhing body is on fire.

The air becomes hot and sultry, and the windows in Betty Jo steam up, adding a slow, easy intimacy to this moment between us. We may still be parked on the estate, but it feels like our own world inside this truck. All that matters is the feel of our sweat-slicked skin rubbing against each other, and the sounds of our heavy breathing and moans as the pleasure between us ratchets up with every kiss, every touch.

Sin’s hands go to my jeans where he unzips me with a finesse I’d never be able to manage, and pushes them off me so they lie on the floor next to my discarded shirt. He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and retrieves a packet of lube, rips it open, and pulls my hand out. “I want to watch you get yourself ready for me,” he orders, his eyes half lidded and glittering with desire.

I’ve never done that before. My insecurities about looking foolish in front of Sin bubble up to the surface. I look at the packet of lube and hesitate.

“Just pretend I’m watching you in your window.”

My uncertainty vanishes knowing how much he liked watching me touch myself all those times. I take the packet and liberally cover my fingers and reach behind me to breach my hole. Already so keyed up by the last half hour of foreplay, the feel of my finger sends shockwaves through me. Sin watches, riveted, as every one of them plays out on my face as I prepare myself for him.

“Now use two fingers.”

I do as he says, adding the second finger. There is a slight burn as I adjust, but soon I’m able to slide both fingers in and out of me, the friction riding the line between good and not enough. I need Sin filling me up instead.

“Just a little bit more,” Sin croons to me. “I have to know you’ll be ready for this.” He unzips his jeans and pulls out his stiff cock and begins stroking it as he watches me prepare myself for him.

The sight revs me up even more. I feel like I’ll combust if he doesn’t take me right now. “I need you,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.

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