Page 66 of Sin

“You’re hurt.” I say

“Oh, sugar, I’ve had worse.”

“Now is not the time for making jokes, Matthew Sinclair.”

“Whoa, my full name, you must mean business.” He smiles, trying to make light of the situation.

I tug him by the hands and pull him into the bathroom. Once I turn the faucet on and let the water heat up, I turn back around. “Why didn’t you tell me how dangerous it was going to be?”

“Why did you think it wasn’t going to be? We were going in and taking a group of girls back from people who shouldn’t have had them in the first place.” I pull the hem of his shirt over his head. He bends over a little to help me get it over his head. “Come on, Savannah, did you think we would just go over there and knock on the door and they would be like, ‘Oh hey, here you go. Sorry about that.’ No. That’s not the way it works. There’s always danger in stuff like that.”

“I don’t want you doing that again.” Tears begin to well in my eyes and I blink them away only to have them roll down my cheeks. I start to unbuckle his belt when he stops me.

“Hey now, sugar.” He pulls me by the nape of my neck so I’m looking at him straight in the eyes. “You know I don’t do that stuff anymore. I try to stay out of it, but I had to tonight. It's for a greater purpose and I need you to understand that.”

“I can’t lose you, Matty.” I sniffle a little. “We can’t lose you.” I correct myself.

He pulls me to him and I can feel his heart beating against my face. I love the smell of him, the scent that’s all man. “Aint gonna happen. You’re stuck with me. I have plans for you and they don’t include me leaving. So you can get that out of your pretty little head of yours. Now, help me get undressed or leave me be. Either way, I got to get this bastard’s blood off my body.”

“Whose blood is it?”

“Your buddy, Doug’s. He sends his regards.”

“Oh, Tyson’s friend, Doug?” He nods. I don’t ask any other questions as I help him with his boots then pull his pants off. I can’t even imagine what happened tonight and what it means for Sin. Seeing that, or being involved in the spilling of blood. I worry that this is going to set him back, that I’m going to lose the ground that I’ve covered with him and he’s going to pull way. His fingers find the edge of my nightgown, pulling it up. “What are you doing?”

“Getting my girl ready for the shower.”

Once he undresses me, he unlatches my bra. My breasts are heavy, tender as they continue to change with the rest of me. He skims his thumbs across my nipples and I moan. His lips fall to my neck as he kisses his way down. He gently takes me into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth on my breast is soothing.

“Are you mine, sugar?” His breath going across my damp skin causes me to chill.

“Yes. Yours, only yours.” My voice comes out throaty.

He growls. “Fucking right, you’re only mine.” He continues south, trailing kisses as he goes before dropping to his knees. Both his hands come up and caress my stomach.

“That means you too, little one. You’re mine to love, to protect, to teach.” His voice tickles against my stomach. He’s close enough, making sure she can hear the timber of his voice. He continues further down, pulling my panties as he goes. “Lean back, sugar.” I do as I’m told. The first flick of his tongue against my pussy causes my knees to buckle. I feel his hand tighten around my thighs. His tongue runs across me again, this time with more pressure. His hands move from my thighs, towards my pussy...he opens me up more, lapping at my core. My head drops back.

“I knew your taste would be my favorite flavor,” he says against my skin. His teeth graze my clit, pulling, sucking it into his mouth. My god this feels incredible. I’m so turned on, so greedy to keep this going. The shower’s running and I’m nowhere near ready to get clean. I lift my foot higher, resting it on the toilet. He dives deeper with the new access.

“Sin.” I moan as he continues to work me. Stroking me, lapping at my juices as I continue to get more turned on. It’s been so long, the feel of his mouth is overwhelming. My insides tighten and my legs begin to shake. He grabs me from under my legs and I ride his face. I brace myself on the counter, rocking with each stroke of his tongue. “Fuck me, I’m right there.” He continues to play with my clit, the hair of his mustache causing additional friction. “More.” I pant. “Yes.” I feel it. It’s coming. I’m going to come. The warmth spreads through my body as he continues to feast on me. “Yes.” I tense my butt as it hits me, gasping when I hit my peak. “Sin.”

He stands up before I can catch my breath and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it only makes me want to deepen our already ravenous kiss. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me to him tighter. My legs continue to shake as I wrap them around his waist. I can feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. The thought of how he’s going to feel sends chills through my body. He pulls me closer and slides into me. I pull back and he stares at me with knowing eyes. “I need you.” He says between gritted teeth. I nod as he pulls back and slams into me again. I whimper at his action, but welcome the way he fits. I feel him throughout the entirety of my body. I’m aware of every inch of him. He pulls out and pushes into me again. He bites down on my shoulder causing me to cry out. He continues to bite as his thrusts become more aggressive. I hear the word ‘mine’ on his lips with each thrust. I run my hands through his hair, I whisper ‘I love you’ between my moans and it’s his name on my lips as I climax for the second time.

As I come, I feel him start to shudder against me. He grunts and then stills. His breathing is heavy as he pants against my skin. He takes a minute to gather his senses. When he pulls back and looks at me, I know he’s already starting to retreat. I love him. He loves me, we’ve made the commitment. We’ve said the words. Why is he so scared to get closer to me? His expression is pained, brows creased. He shakes his head, knowing that he’s pulling back; I stop it by placing my hands on either side of his face.

“I love you,” I tell him. I look him in the eyes and I repeat the words again. “I love you.” I kiss his cheek, his lips, and the tip of his nose. I show him that I’m okay, that we’re okay. He needed the release and I’m glad it was me that he came to for it. Never again do I want him going elsewhere for the comfort I can give him.

“I’m sorry.” He hangs his head, pulling from me.

“Sorry for what?”

“I don’t want to let you down. I never want to let you down.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead and he heads to the shower to wash me from his body. Something’s off, I can feel it.

Savannah is asleep by the time I exit the bathroom. With my towel around my waist, I stand at the foot of the bed and watch her sleep. She sniffs, I hear her whimper then she sniffs again. I know I upset her. She obviously cried herself to sleep and I hate myself even more for it. So much shit went down tonight, more than I'd planned. I killed a man tonight. It’s been years since I’ve taken another life and when I did, I had the excuse that I was saving my country. Keeping my family free. But tonight, what was it for? Because he pushed my buttons? Was it because he spoke the words that I’ve feared these past few months? She will never be yours. Those words haunt me. My reaction, the fact that I was able to kill him so easily only proves that I believe those words more than I should.

I throw on a pair of shorts, leaving my chest bare and make my way to the kitchen. My arms sting like a bitch, the evidence of the destruction of tonight. “What are you doing up?” Hawk asks me as I enter the kitchen.

“Can’t sleep. You?”