Page 126 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
For the first time in my entire fucking life, I really believe that.
“Couldn’t handle losing me?” Sin asks, turning his head slightly to one side. His thumb starts to stroke me again, stoking that fire, drawing that heat down to my core.
“I couldn’t,” I agree, reaching up to turn his face back to mine. We look at each other, the music streaming from his pocket just loud enough to provide ambience but not enough to intrude on this moment. It feels pivotal, somehow. Vital.
I get that strange ache in my lower belly, just like I did the morning of my wedding to Grey.
Something bad is going to happen. Maybe not tonight, but soon. Nothing good is ever doled out to someone like me without darkness roiling along in its wake.
Sin exhales sharply, making my hair waft around my neck and bringing chills up on my skin. His hand moves up to the waistband of my leggings and dives in, finding the excruciating need between my thighs. He pets me with strong, hard fingers, teasing my curls, pressing against my folds.
“Why?” Colton meets my eyes, and I feel so many strange and unusual possibilities unfurling around us. We could have fun together if we allowed ourselves. As much as I care about the other men, I don’t really see that in them. I see love, fire, passion, heat, conversation, arguments … but fun? We have the greatest chance here, me and Colton Young. “You really love me, Gidge?”
My hand grasps that metaphorical knife inside my heart and yanks it out, spraying blood across the surface of my soul.
Our new relationship is built on the back of a lie; I cannot lie to myself any longer.
“I do. I have for years.” I let out a small gasp as Sin puts a single finger inside of me, putting his mouth against my ear.
“Do you want to know something?” he asks me, working that one finger in and out, nice and slow. Patient. He’s much more patient than any of the others. Sin presses a kiss to the side of my head, making me shiver. If he were to let go of me, I could fall to my death. I would pinwheel and twist in the darkness until my body met the hard surface of the pavers below. My entire life is in Sin’s left arm, wrapped securely around my waist.
My heart rests on a pinhead, waiting for his reply.
“I fell in love with you when all we could ever be was a dirty secret.” Sin punctuates that sentence with a second finger, using his thumb on the hard nub of my clit. I’m so wet, drenching his inked hand as he works my body up and then pushes closer to me, leaning me back, giving me that sensation of being weightless.
But I’m not afraid. Not at all.
I allow myself to relax against his arm, letting my head fall back as I look up at the stars. I’m holding onto Sin’s shoulders, but it truly is only his arm keeping me here. He takes his time with me, fucking me with his hand until my body’s quivering around him.
Pleasure coils in my spine and then springs forth, zinging through my veins, making me boneless, weightless. I sag even further against him until I’m draped over his arm, hanging, dangling above the patio below.
Surprised gasps of pleasure flutter past my lips as Sin gathers me up and carries me back into the room, laying me on the bed and yanking my leggings off. He tosses them aside before helping me with my top. I’m naked in an instant, fine beads of sweat glistening on my skin in the fire’s light.
He sits there between my legs, looking down at me. He’s still wearing his wife-beater and joggers, his shoulder holster with the gun he inherited from Cat, even his boots are still on.
“If you want this, Gidge,” Sin starts, exhaling and then reaching up to rub at his face. “Then I’ll do it.”
I sit up slightly, waiting for him to drop his hands so we can look at one another. His hair is gorgeous, like the surface of the sea beneath a blazing sun. The silver hoops in his ear catch the light as he reaches up to tug on one.
“I don’t know what Beast is gonna say,” he continues, glancing to one side before looking back at me. “But if you want me around, I’ll be here.” He quirks a bit of a smile, and I reach up to run a thumb over his scar. “I’ll even fight Beast if you want. Might die, but I’ll do it.”
My own mouth twists into a bit of a smile. The expression feels strange, foreign, almost sacrilegious.
“Please don’t,” I reply with a small, husky laugh. The sound of it causes Sin to bite my thumb, sucking my finger into his mouth. I can’t help but notice the way his hair matches the red, white, and blue of his tattoos, the way his eyes glimmer like stars. “Worst case scenario, we could run away together and open up a chop shop in another state. I know how to price out car and motorcycle parts, and how to sell them without getting caught.”
