Page 8 of Sustaining
That’s the sweetest fucking thing anyone’s ever said to me, I swear.
“I fit here with you and with them. Sharing you in the deepest level possible would make it better. It’d—”
He swallows so hard I want to know in painful detail what he’s imagining, what he likes, what’s turning him on so much with the idea of us all fucking together.
“It’d be really good, Arrie,” he says in a low, seductive rasp.
My thighs tense around his hips. If I shifted forward, sliding my chest against his, his shaft would grind into the wet center of my panties right now. I want that more than he does I think.
But I want what he just described to me even more.
I nod, and his eyes brighten, the crimson flaring to life again as lust flashes dangerously in his gaze. He lowers me in an instant, and he and I are in frenzied rush to get back to my room to do exactly what he promised. With my hand in his, he pushes out the bathroom door and into the hall.
But he stops dead in his tracks the moment his feet hit the glossy floorboards
“Fuck—” With one hand against my shoulder, he pushes me right back into the small bathroom, pulling the door nearly completely closed on me.
I stand there half naked and stunned for a moment. Through the crack in the door I see him jerk his jeans up, covering the hard length of his cock as he stands awkwardly in the middle of the hall. He keeps his hand on the doorknob even as I try to pull it open. He wavers with the push and pull of our hands on the door but he never gives in. A smile presses to his lips, his body shifting nervously as he stands shirtless.
In front of my mother.
Oh. Fuck.
Instantly, I stop trying to rip the door open and just stay safely behind the damn door like he tried to make me do in the first place.
My mother’s gaze looks from his hips, to the door, to a random fucking spot on the wall as far away from Sinister as she possible can.
“Um, I-I didn’t see anything,” she says as her gaze dips down to the hard outline beneath his jeans that she most definitely has to have seen.
Sinister flashes that smile that Helen and Myla loved so much. He won Chaos’ and Kain’s mother’s over so quickly. And now he’s slapping his cock out like a handshake for my mother on the very first day.
A beat of uncomfortable silence falls into place as I cover my breasts with my hands and continue peeking through the sliver between the door and the glossy frame.
“You know, I’m usually much better at meeting people, I promise.” Sinister pushes his palm slowly down his face, meeting my mother’s wide blue eyes once again.
“I’m—I’m going to go back down stairs and pretend like I didn’t come up here and see—all of this.” She motions to the entire span of the hall, and like, I’m not saying Sinister isn’t big, but now she’s just exaggerating.
She turns stiffly, and with a shake of her head she scurries downstairs.
“Thank you, Bella,” he calls after her in that charming accent of his.
With a heavy breath, he releases his hold on the door, allowing me to finally pull it open. His hand pushes over his face once more, through his hair until he’s gripping the back of his neck. All the sensual feelings that were pulsing through my body are completely gone as I think about him stumbling nearly naked out in front of my mother. We stare at one another for a moment, stupid smirks tugging at the corner of our lips.
I almost manage not to laugh at him.
Until he speaks again.
“I’m not trying to brag, but your mom really likes me.”
I close my eyes to the quiet laughter shaking out of me.
Someday, Sin and I are going to have delicious, dirty—definitely rough—sex.
Today is not that fucking day.
Five
Without Kain
