Page 7 of Unwritten Rules
Being with Jayden was easy. He took me out to dinner once a week, we studied together late into the evening and sometimes on the weekends we would catch a movie. Life with him was simple. Three years flew by, and before I knew it, I was twenty-one and ready to return to Barrenridge. Mum got me a job lined up at Happy Limbs, and I was content with starting my career in my hometown. But that’s not what Jayden wanted. Sydney was the only city he had ever lived in, so he had no plans of leaving, not when there was an abundance of work for him there.
Our relationship came to a screeching halt. I wanted to leave, and he didn’t. Long distance was an option, but with our ambitions pulling us in different directions, it would only delay the inevitable.
The breakup was a mutual decision, and while I had been a sobbing mess in my mum’s arms when I returned home, I soon realised it was for the best. We just weren’t meant to be.
Nearly two years on, I’ve been on my own, working and spending time with my friends when I can. Putting myself outthere and dating again is so far down on my list of priorities that it’s no longer visible. But being here with Sinnett has restored a hunger I haven’t felt in a long time—the desire to be touched and taken to heights the deepest part of me craves.
If I leave now, I may regret that decision and be left wondering what could’ve happened if I had stayed.
The fire burning in Sinnett’s eyes matches the wildfire raging in my core. My hips grind against his without my permission, deciding for me.
Sinnett grins, his hands on my waist tightening. “Good choice, strawberry.”
His hands drop from my waist to my thighs, travelling up the length of them to toy with the hem of my tight black dress. A burst of nerves tears through me, and without thinking, I grab Sinnett’s face between my hands and press my lips against his.
For a brief second, he doesn’t move. I inwardly groan.God, I’ve messed this up already and we’ve barely started. Idiot, idiot, idiot.
I pull away slightly, but Sinnett’s hand finds the back of my head, fingers tangling in the long strawberry-blonde strands. He brings my lips back to his and takes the lead, moving against me effortlessly. Electricity thrums in my veins as I hold his face, kissing him like my life depends on it.
His tongue swipes across my bottom lip, demanding access. I greedily give it to him, my hips grinding against his. A deep growl echoes in his throat, making me dizzy with lust. Sinnett’s free hand moves from my waist to rest on the curve of my ass and guides my hips forward to meet his.
At the age of twenty-three, I never thought I would be grinding against a man in his car in an empty park. It’s like ticking off a bucket list item most people experience in high school. I’ve always been more of a late bloomer in the intimacy department.
The hem of my dress rides up my thighs, settling just below my ass. Sinnett uses his hand in my hair to deepen the kiss, and I take this as my chance to roam my hands over his chest. Even through the thick material, the muscles are prominent.Oh my.
My fingers find the hem of his hoodie and tug upward. The kiss is momentarily broken while I pull the garment over his head, along with his black T-shirt by accident. Inky strands of hair fall over Sinnett’s eyes as he stares at me. I’m too distracted to meet his gaze.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, dragging my fingers over the deep ridges in his abdomen. “I’m convinced you’re carved from stone.”
Sinnett bursts out laughing, and I find myself wishing I could collect the sound in a jar and keep it forever.
Black ink curls over the left side of his torso. I can’t make out the design because it’s too dark in the car. My eyes drift to the shadows cast over his arm. I can just make out the full tattoo sleeve on his right arm. There are far too many interwoven designs for me to see clearly with this limited vision, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to picture what the images could be. Sinnett being this tatted was the last thing I expected to see under his casual fashion choice.
And don’t get me started on the lean muscles of his torso or the thick veins bulging from his biceps, threading down his forearms like thick vines before stopping at the top of his hands.
Every inch of this man is unbelievable, which makes me question why he wants to hook up with plain old me. I’m sure I look like shit in comparison to him.
I open my mouth to speak—likely to say something stupid given the state of my shock at seeing the physique of this man—but Sinnett cuts me off by slamming his lips against mine. My fingers curve over his broad shoulders while he lifts the hem ofmy dress over my hips. The material hugs my waist, leaving me exposed.
I’m internally thanking myself for choosing to wear a nice pair of lacy black underwear. But my top half on the other hand…
Sinnett tugs the neckline of my dress down, exposing my bare chest. He pulls away from the kiss to drink me in, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
“So you mean to tell me that you’re stunned by my tattoos when you’re sporting fuckingnipplepiercings?”
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth. Those piercings are the by-product of a wild night out in Rafters Fall—an hour’s drive from Barrenridge—with Noah and Nathan a couple of years ago. Before Noah had his daughter, we would go out clubbing most weekends, mostly for fun. One particular night, I lost a bet of who could get the most phone numbers in thirty minutes and the guys said I had to get my nipples pierced. I agreed with the intention that I would take them out once they healed, but after a few weeks, I grew fond of them.
And now I’m thanking past me for that decision.
Sinnett’s large hand comes up to cup my breast, massaging gently as he eyes the silver piercing. “Fuck me.”
Yes please, I cry internally. Having him touch me like this with a hungry look in his eyes is making the fire in my core grow out of control and the wetness pooling between my thighs embarrassing.
He dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. My back arches at the same time my eyes roll into the back of my head. The sensation is all-consuming, making me lose my ever-loving mind. His skilful tongue sucks and teases the barbell before moving on to the next one, giving it the same attention.
“Sin,” I moan, dragging my fingers to the back of his neck. My arched back allows Sinnett to run his hands over the curve of my spine while he devours my chest.
“Say my name again,” he groans after releasing my nipple. Ocean eyes peer up at me through long lashes. “Now.”
