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“Not yet,” he denies me, a mean glint in his eyes. He’s enjoying watching me writhe and pant for him, knowing I’m desperate for his cock.

“Never mind,” I say, knowing he is sadistic enough to keep me on edge for hours if I don’t force him into action. I grab my cock and begin stroking it. “I don’t need you,” I tell him. “I’ll make myself cum.”

“Not going to happen,” he says, batting my hand away from my cock and taking ahold of it in a vice-like grip. “I may have been okay with passively watching you pleasure yourself before,but now I’m in charge of your orgasms, and you’re not coming tonight until you’re riding my cock.”

He grabs my arm to pull my fingers out of my hole. “My turn,” he says, using the remaining lube on his cock and bringing my hips over him and guiding me slowly down onto him until he’s fully inside of me.

For a moment, he doesn’t move as he lets me get used to being filled by him. Along with shocks of pleasure beginning to take over, there is an ache and a pressure at his invasion. I ignore it and focus on the feeling of whole-body completeness I get from taking him inside of me. Needing to be connected in every way, I lower my mouth down to his and, in my kiss, try to communicate everything I’m feeling. Maybe he feels it too, because he hungrily meets my kiss and begins to guide my hips up and down on his cock in an achingly slow pace that reduces everything to just me and him and the delectably sweet rhythm of our bodies.

I reach my arms upward and hold on to the roof of the truck for traction as Sin begins to thrust into me in short, intense strokes that keep hitting me in the spot that makes me cry out his name.

“You like riding my cock, don’t you, baby,” he says, a shine of victory in his eyes every time I sob his name. He rewards me by taking my cock in his hands and begins to stroke me in time with his thrusts.

Bliss takes me over as Sin ruthlessly draws out my pleasure until every muscle in my body is tight and poised to come—but I hold myself back, waiting.

“Come for me, Cassidy,” Sin says, brutally thrusting up into me and giving my body the signal to let myself surrender to the bliss that wracks me in spasms of ecstasy. Beneath me, Sin releases into me with a powerful grunt, filling me with his come and causing another wave of pleasure to detonate through me.

Together we ride out the aftershocks of our pleasure. Then I fall into the arms that wrap around me tightly, and I make a silent wish that they’ll never let me go.

Chapter 29

Sin

The truck’s windows are fogged, and the air inside Betty Jo is steamy, but I still clutch Cassidy to me as our hearts and breath both slow to normal range.

I fondly pat Betty Jo on the dash. “Good girl,” I praise the truck. Cassidy giggles beside me, and we settle back into each other, and for the first time in my life, I feel comfortable in stillness.

I don’t have to race through the moment to feel alive or wonder if the next thing will be better. I don’t want to be anywhere else, and I’m not sure anything could be better than this.

Cassidy, here. Like this. With me.

“Can I ask you something?” Cassidy asks, his head resting in the perfect place between my neck and my jaw.

“Sure,” I say, wanting to give him anything he asks of me.

“Since Oliver isn’t your lover, who is he? Every time he calls or texts, you drop everything to talk to him.” He drops a quick, sweet kiss on my neck. “He must be important to you.”

It’s not a tricky question to answer. All I have to tell Cassidy is that he is a private investigator I hired. I could probably kiss him afterward and distract him from asking any more questions—tonight anyway. Then tomorrow or next week, he asks another simple question, and I either give him another simple answer, the less I say, making it more of a lie, or I give in and tell him the truth, which terrifies me.

Then I remember the sight of Cassidy getting in his truck to leave me, and I realize the catalyst for that wasn’t just a jealous misunderstanding, but the web of secrets that pervades my life that he knows nothing about.

Oliver’s words come back to me:Revenge is a possessive bitch, Sin, and once it gets ahold of you, it will seek out everything you ever loved and take it away from you.

He feels me tense beneath him. He looks up at me, his eyes full of concern. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I need to tell you a story.”

We clean up and put our clothes back on, and I sit for a minute staring at my hands, unsure how to open up after a lifetime of keeping everything locked down.

Cassidy seems to recognize my struggle. “Whatever you want to share with me doesn’t have to happen tonight if you’re not ready.” He leans over to give me a light kiss against my cheek. “It’s enough that you’re willing to share yourself with me. It can happen on your timeline.”

His totally agenda-free nature amazes me. If I hadn’t been watching his genuineness up close for three years, I wouldn’t believe him or his kind of goodness existed in this world. His support sets me free.

I begin with an old memory.

“I was five,” I tell him. “One night it was storming so badly the lights had been knocked out, and I decided to sneak outto the third-floor veranda to watch it roll in. I’ve always loved severe weather. The quiet pause between the lightning and the thunder. Seeing the bolts electrifying the sky, then total stillness and the eerie quiet filling the air until a huge, house-rattling boom shakes the sky.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Though I’m not looking at him, I can hear the smile in his words. “You’re all about the big show.”

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