Page 95 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
Taming Cade Grainger is going to be a big challenge.
He slides out of me, leaving me to collapse against the couch, my skin sweaty, my breathing ragged. I feel like I might go crazy from need; I have to have a release. I have to. I fucking have to.
“Sin …” I start, because he better be coming in here next. He better fucking be. Or else Grainger isn’t leaving.
“You get screwed by me and then mention another guy’s name?” he snaps, cracking his hand across my ass. “You’ve got balls, Gidge.”
“Ovaries,” I gasp out, and Grainger spanks me again.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get your pretty blue-haired boy for you,” he sneers at me. I mean, I can’t see him, but the expression is apparent in his words. His footsteps recede through the darkness as I turn over. My entire body is an inferno right now. What I need at this moment is cool water, something to douse the flame.
Not that I’m entirely sure Sin could be that for me.
He could just as easily make me explode.
For a while there, I sit alone in the dark, shaking and panting, one arm thrown across my sweaty brow. He better come, I think, mulling over his words in the basement. He never committed to anything. He still hasn’t. Of all of them, I feel like he’s the most likely to run, to pull away from me, to fight this.
“Shit.” I do my best to relax back into the cushions, sliding my hand between my thighs. I’m sore in two places now, from Crown and Grainger. Ugh. If any two people were opposites, were truly black and white, it’d be those two. Closing my eyes, I imagine what it wouldn’t feel like to take them all into me at once. One in the ass, one in the pussy, one in the mouth, one cupped in my heated palm. I groan and slip two fingers in, working my clit with the heel of my hand as I pump slowly in and out.
I must be too deep into it to recognize the sound of Sin joining me. The next thing I know, the couch cushions are denting, and I feel an extra finger slip in beside mine. Rather than open my eyes, I relax into it, enjoying the easy way he matches my rhythm. Slowly, I remove my fingers and Sin replaces them with his own.
My pelvis grinds against his knuckles as I bring my hand up to cup my own breast, squeezing and kneading and pinching my own nipple. Wishing it was Sin’s hand. Wishing he’d touch me more. Kiss me.
“I’m never going to kiss you again, Gidge. It’s too risky.”
He said that to me once. But he lied. He fucking lied, and then he kissed me in the kitchen that day with no excuse. No goddamn excuse at all.
Then he lied for me again and saved my life.
“Lie to me and say you’re okay with this,” I breathe out, and the motion of his hand slows. “Tell me you’re glad I’m here. That you’ll share me with Beast. That you always wanted me to be a part of the club.”
“Gidge,” he says, his voice a clear warning. Sin slides his thumb over my clit with a curse of his own, rubbing the swollen flesh and making my body feel like it’s coming apart. It all feels too good. I want too much. I’m shattering.
A climax tears through me in a dangerous, violent way, like I’ve consumed far too much of that poison, the one I was supposed to be building an immunity to. I’ve become toxic. Subsumed by it. Drowned. I’m shuddering and thrashing and quivering, making these horrible noises. My cunt squeezes Sin’s fingers and refuses to let them go.
He yanks away against my body’s will, leaving me empty as the orgasm stabs me straight through the heart. And then he’s there again, finding his place between my legs, and driving into me while I’m still in the throes of it. With my body’s natural urge to pulse and clamp, he has to fight his way in, past strong muscles and violent throbs.
“Fuck, Gidge.” Sin’s thrusting hard and fast now, driving into my body even as the sparkles fade, and the feel of him moving becomes almost too tender to bear. “I’m glad you’re here,” he lies, and oh, what a pretty prevarication. He’s full of shit, and I’m loving it. “I always, always, always wanted this life for you.” He slams his pelvis into me with each repeat of the world ‘always’, giving form to monstrous untruths that I’d trade damn near everything in this world to make reality. Sin puts his lips near my ear, that sharp mouth of his threatening to cut me as he lies again. “I’d love to share you with Beast. Take turns every night. Walk you down the goddamn aisle.”
