The Consequences of Sin

by K. A. Robinson

  Reid climbed back onto the stage and gently pushed me forward. When I was standing directly in the center of the stage, he stopped me. He turned me so that I was facing out toward the audience. I heard the shouts of the women around me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look out at the crowd. My sanity was hanging on by a thread at this point.

  “I’m not sure what you’re doing here, but you just made my night,” Reid whispered in my ear.

  I shuddered as he pressed his bare chest against me. I was wearing a backless shirt that Cali had all but forced onto me, and the skin-on-skin contact made me forget everything happening around me.

  “Cali made me,” I finally managed to mumble.

  I wasn’t sure how he heard me over the music, but he did. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that this was the first time Reid had willingly talked to me in almost a week.

  He chuckled. “I’ll have to thank her later.”

  I glanced back at him. “Why?”

  He just shook his head, his smirk never leaving his beautiful face. My body locked up as he started dancing against my back. He ground his hips into my ass, and I swallowed roughly as I felt him hardening against me.

  He took his time as he danced seductively around me. When he stood in front of me, he reached down, and I heard a brief rip. The crowd’s screams were positively deafening.

  Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down, I repeated over and over in my head.

  It was useless. My eyes had a mind of their own. They traveled down his body to his waist. He now stood in front of me in only a G-string. Before this moment, I hadn’t even realized they made those for men. I silently thanked every God out there for the invention of the male G-string.

  My eyes dipped lower. I could see the outline of his cock against the fabric. Oh, sweet Jesus. He looked huge, not that I had anything to compare him to. But with my limited knowledge of sex, I couldn’t quite figure out how the hell something that size was supposed to just slip right inside a woman. There was no way. Surgical equipment would be needed to pull off that feat.

  My breath suddenly came in quick short bursts as I stared down at him. In this moment, I wanted him like I’d never wanted him before. I didn’t care that I was up on stage with a club full of women watching. I wanted him—no, I needed him now.

  Reid took a step closer until our lower bodies were pressed together. Gone were the quick bursts of breaths, and in their place were heavy pants.

  He lifted his hand and trailed it down my body from my shoulder to my hip, his touch featherlight. He did it again, and this time, his fingers grazed my breast. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to moan out loud.

  My eyelids jerked open when I felt his hands cup my ass. He pulled me tighter against him and gyrated against me. This time, I couldn’t control the moan that slipped through my lips. It didn’t matter that I was inexperienced with sex. In this moment, my body knew just what to do.

  Without thinking, my hands moved, and I was suddenly cupping his ass as well. I almost expected security to drag me off the stage, but no one appeared. What did change was Reid’s expression. It had been light and playful before. Now, it was dark and hungry. His eyes darted down to my lips before looking back up into my eyes. Whatever he saw there caused his breath to quicken.

  He abruptly jerked his gaze away and continued his routine. I held myself completely still as he danced and thrust against my body from all angles. By the time the song ended, I felt like I was going to explode.

  I knew one thing for certain. I’d just solved a scientific mystery. Spontaneous combustion was just a myth. I knew that for a fact. If it were real, I’d be a pile of ash and nothing more. Reid had me so hot and bothered that my skin felt too tight.

  When he finally moved away, I almost cried out at the loss of contact. His eyes never left mine. The things I saw in them terrified and excited me all at once.

  Cali had been right. Reid wanted me. I had no doubt about that now.

  I broke his gaze and darted off the stage. I didn’t stop running, not even when I reached the exit door. Instead, I pushed through the crowd and ran out into the parking lot.

  I had to leave, or I’d do something I would never recover from.

  Once Cali finally appeared at her car a few minutes after my departure, I made her drive me straight home. She tried to talk to me, but I ignored her. My mind was overflowing with too many thoughts at once. I couldn’t add hers in as well.

  Showing up at Reid’s work hadn’t gone as I’d expected. I snorted, earning me a wary glance from Cali. Unexpected was the understatement of the year.

  Cali dropped me off at my apartment and left, obviously realizing that our girls’ night was officially over. In a daze, I walked up to my apartment and unlocked the door. I dropped my keys on the table and headed back to my room. Once I was inside, I tore off my shirt and skintight jeans. I pulled on a tank top but didn’t bother with pants. I was going straight to bed anyway.

  As I lay in my bed, thoughts of Reid assaulted my mind. The way he’d danced and the way he’d looked at me positively scared me. It was one thing to have feelings for him. It was another to realize he might just feel the same way.

  Dear Lord, what are we going to do?

  The only solution I could come up with was what Reid had tried to do all week—avoid each other.

  No wonder he’d kept his distance. He was trying to play it smart, unlike me. No, my idiotic ass had decided to pay him a visit at work.

  But, Jesus, the way he’d danced with me. He could’ve pulled any woman in the room up onto the stage with him. Instead, he’d picked me. He’d wanted to dance with me.

  That was the last thought that went through my head before sleep took me. I would’ve been lying if I said I wasn’t relieved to escape reality in that moment.

  I wasn’t sure what woke me, but something had. I held my breath and strained my ears, trying to detect any kind of sound in my bedroom. I didn’t dare open my eyes, not yet. If someone was waiting for me, I wanted to be prepared.

  There it was. Something—or rather, someone—was in my room. I heard the tiniest sound as the person moved closer. Cold fear flooded my body. My gun was only a couple of feet away in my nightstand, but I didn’t know if I could get to it in time.

  Preparing for the fight that was sure to follow, my entire body tensed as I opened my eyes. I would only have a few seconds to act if the intruder saw that I was awake.

  I started to jump from the bed to grab my gun, but I froze. It wasn’t one of my father’s men in my room. It was Reid. Relief flooded my body. Fear quickly returned when I remembered that the last time I’d seen him was while he was stripping on a stage in front of me. Maybe an assassin would’ve been a better visitor after all.

  “Reid? What are you doing in here?” I asked as I sat up slowly.

  He stood by the door. His face was masked by shadows, so I couldn’t see his expression. I held my breath as he took a step closer.

  “Reid?”

  He didn’t speak until he was at the foot of my bed. “Did you have fun tonight?”

  “What?” I asked. My skin prickled in warning.

  Reid’s voice was completely devoid of emotion. I wasn’t sure if he was angry with me or not.

  “Did you have fun? That’s what you went there for after all, wasn’t it?”

  My eyes widened. Shit, he’s mad.

  “I’m sorry, Reid. I shouldn’t have gone, no matter what Cali said.”

  He stared at me for a moment, his face completely blank. The silence filled the room, stretching and twisting until it was unbearable. A million thoughts raced through my mind, none of them good.

  “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” Reid finally said.

  I looked away, ashamed of what I’d done. I’d known that Reid would be upset if I went to the club, but I’d still went along with Cali. I’d talked myself into it when we were on the couch, a moment of pure stupidity I’d mistaken for brilliance, and now, I
was going to pay.

  “I was a fool for thinking we could avoid each other,” Reid said quietly. “We live in the same apartment, for God’s sake.”

  I turned my head so that I was looking at him again. “I’m sorry. What?”

  “The second I opened my door, I knew it was a bad idea to let you move in. I wanted to fuck you right then and there.” I gasped, but he ignored me as he continued, “I convinced myself that I could ignore it. And I did until we went to the club. Now, fucking you is the only goddamn thing I can think about. Then, tonight, you show up at my fucking work, and I knew it was a mistake to bring you up onto the stage, but you were all I could think about. Now, I’m totally and completely fucked because I have to have you.”

  He moved so that he was standing next to my bed instead of in front of it. He looked down at me, a look on his face that could only be described as dark and lustful. “I have to fucking have you.”

  He leaned down and picked me up off the bed as if I weighed nothing.

  Conscious of the fact that I was in nothing more than a tank top and my underwear, I squirmed, trying to escape him. “Put me down, Reid!”

  “No,” he said as he walked to my door.

  “Where are you taking me?” I demanded.

  “To my room. I’m tired of trying to be a good guy. You want fucked, and I want to fuck you. Screw my fucking conscience.”

  My mouth dropped open in shock. “What if I don’t want to fuck you?”

  He stopped and stared down at me, a determined look on his face. “Then, I’ll put you down and leave right now. Is that what you want? Just say the word.”

  I stared at him, unable to think properly. I wanted to tell him to put me down, but I knew I could never say it. I wanted him, too, and this might be the only chance I had.

  He took my silence as confirmation. He smirked at me as he started walking again. “That’s what I thought.”

  When we reached his room, he carefully lowered us both down onto the bed. I sucked in a sharp breath as his body covered mine. He watched me for a moment before finally lowering his head.

  This is it, I thought as his lips touched mine. That simple act alone was enough to send my body into overdrive. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.

  His tongue teased my lips, and I opened willingly. His tongue tangled with mine. I hesitated for a moment when I smelled whiskey on his breath. If Reid was drunk, he might regret this in the morning. I pushed that thought aside. He didn’t act drunk. He’d spoken clearly to me in my room, and he had carried me to his bed.

  If I let myself, I would ruin this.

  The kiss deepened, and Reid pressed his body tighter against mine. I whimpered when I felt his cock thicken against my leg. This was really happening. The nights I’d imagined kissing Reid, touching him—they were all put to shame in just a few seconds. My imagination was no match for Reid in the flesh.

  He pulled away long enough to pull his shirt over his head. Before I could blink, he was kissing me again. His mouth left a trail of fire as he kissed from my lips to the top of my tank top. My breath hitched when I felt his tongue caress my cleavage.

  “This needs to go—now,” he said as he sat up, pulling me with him. He began tugging on my tank top.

  I flushed from embarrassment as he pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, baring me. No one had ever seen me like this—ever. I felt a flash of heat rush through my body as Reid stared at my naked breasts.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered before lowering his head and wrapping his lips around my nipple.

  My breath caught as he gently bit it. His hands roamed over my body, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

  He released my nipple and kissed lower. He dipped his tongue into my belly button, and my body arched off the bed. My body hummed with need ten times stronger than I’d felt earlier when I was up on the stage with Reid. He’d only gone so far up there with what felt like the whole world watching us, but here, in his room, the possibilities were endless. He’d made it clear when he carried me in here that he was done screwing around.

  He wanted me, and he planned to take me.

  The thought sent shivers through my body.

  He kissed lower until his lips brushed the top of my underwear. Without a word, he slipped his fingers under the band and pulled them down my legs. He stood and tossed them on the floor before unzipping his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. My eyes were glued on him as he pulled his boxers off. He kicked them aside and stood in front of me in all of his naked glory.

  I felt a twinge of fear as I stared at his naked body. Sex wasn’t something I was familiar with. Before meeting Reid, it’d rarely crossed my mind. Now, I felt like it was all I thought about. The thought of fully giving myself to him was exciting and terrifying all at once.

  “Beautiful,” he mumbled again. He crawled back onto the bed and covered my body with his.

  His hand kneaded my breast as his lips devoured mine. His tongue tangled with mine again, making me forget everything else in the world.

  I barely noticed when he reached over and opened his nightstand drawer. I was too busy taking in every part of his body that was pressed against mine. He pulled away, and I groaned in protest. He chuckled as I heard a wrapper rip.

  “Give me a minute, baby.”

  I watched as he rolled a condom on. I held my breath as he covered my body again, his cock pressed against my entrance.

  “You ready?” he whispered.

  I nodded, no longer trusting myself to speak.

  In one swift thrust, he entered me. Instead of ecstasy, all I felt was pain. I gasped and gripped his shoulders.

  He froze, his muscles locking up. “Bree?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

  “I’m fine,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “You’re a…”

  “I’m fine,” I said as the pain slowly started to fade.

  He pulled back slightly and pushed again. The pain was still there, but it lessened with every stroke. I clung to him as pain slowly turned to pleasure. I became consumed with the feel of his body against mine, the sound of our bodies hitting against each other. I dug my nails in again, but this time, it was only pleasure I felt.

  Reid increased his thrusts, forcing himself deeper as he went. I threw my head back, amazed at just how good sex felt. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pounded into me. His fingers found their way between us. I gasped as they rubbed my clit. It was enough to send me over the edge. I cried out as my body exploded around him. My toes curled, and I clung to him as I tried to ride out the wave of pleasure.

  He stiffened above me as he came. A guttural cry escaped his lips. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.

  He let his weight press against me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I clung to him as my breathing slowly returned to normal. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

  I was no longer a virgin. I’d had sex—with Reid.

  Reid finally moved away from me. He pulled out and stood next to the bed. Without a word, he left the room. I sat up, instantly terrified. I didn’t know how sex worked, but him leaving didn’t seem like it was a good thing.

  I waited for what felt like an eternity before I finally decided to search for him. Just as I was about to climb out of bed, he reappeared. He wouldn’t meet my eyes as he walked over to the bed. He slowly pushed my legs apart and pressed a damp cloth between them. My eyes widened as he carefully wiped away any remnants of our time together.

  Finally, he straightened and tossed the cloth into the garbage. He walked around the bed and slid under the covers, still naked. He still hadn’t spoken a word to me. I stayed in the same spot, afraid to move.

  I jerked when he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. I looked over to see that his eyes were closed, but his body was still tense. Hoping that he wasn’t going to kick me out of his bed anytime soon, I situated myself under the covers and closed my eyes.


  Within minutes, both of us were out.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the man sleeping peacefully at my side. I slowly ran my fingers from his elbow to his hand, unable to stop myself from touching him. When I woke up, I’d wondered if the night before had been nothing more than a dream. Even after seeing him next to me, his hand resting on my thigh, I still couldn’t quite believe it.

  Reid had been incredible. My first time had been everything I’d hoped for and more. His gentleness and the way he’d taken care of me made me want him even more than I had before. I’d worried that I was just a random fuck for him, but I realized it was more than that. He wouldn’t have slept with me just for the hell of it since we were roommates. Sex and nothing more just wasn’t worth the awkwardness that came with it when you knew the other person.

  But even so, I still wasn’t sure where that left us. I thought back to his words last night. You want fucked, and I want to fuck you. That wasn’t exactly a declaration of love. Even though Reid was a nice guy, that didn’t mean that he’d intended us to be more than a one-night deal. My heart sank at that thought.

  I wasn’t sure I could handle that. The awkwardness of it would be too much for me to deal with. I had no doubt that Reid cared for me, his actions last night had proven that, but that didn’t mean he wanted to settle down and start a relationship with his roommate.

  I huffed, irritated with myself. One second, I was thinking about how he’d never have a one-night stand with me, and the next, I was assuming he would do just that. I needed answers, or I was going to go mad from waiting.

  I didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later, Reid opened his eyes. Almost instantly, they found me. He gave me a small smile before reaching forward and pulling me against him. He gently kissed me before releasing me. I pulled away, a silly grin on my face. It felt amazing to wake up with him next to me, but it was ten times better to wake up next to him and then have him kiss me like that.