Born To Sin (Born #1)

by A. L. Simpson

  I see tears in her beautiful eyes.

  “I love you too. I thought I’d lost you and I didn’t care if the fire killed me.”

  I gather her against me. She buries her head into my chest and I kiss her hair.

  “You have me my darling but I swear to God if you ever do anything so stupid again, I’ll fucking strangle you. What the fuck were you thinking messing with criminals?”

  She gazes up at me. “I’m sorry. It won’t ever happen again.”

  “Damn, fucking right it won’t.” I kiss her lips gently. Yep, there’s no doubt. I have lost my heart to this gorgeous woman.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  BLOSSOM

  Hamish holds one hand and Steve holds the other as they escort me into their apartment. I have had the best three days of my life. Yes, I was beaten up and left to die. Yes, Cleo’s burnt down. But, Hamish loves me and that is the only thing that matters. We have talked about our relationship, he admits we have one now. I have agreed to move in here with them. I don’t need a penthouse. I need Hamish and Steve. Wherever they are, I’ll be happy.

  “Come and sit down. What can I get you?” Hamish asks.

  I have a feeling I’m going to be fussed over for another few days and I think I am going to enjoy it. I like not having to only think of myself. Steve covers me with a blanket and jumps up beside me. I wrap my arm around him and pull him into my side. I kiss his forehead. “I don’t need anything. Come and sit down.”

  Hamish sits on my other side, wraps his arm around me and I lean into his chest. “It’s good to have you home where I can keep you safe.”

  “When do you go back to work?”

  “Day after tomorrow if you’re okay.”

  “I’ll be fine and I want to know at least one of my restaurants is running as normal.”

  “What will you do about Cleo’s?”

  “The insurance company have been contacted and I probably have a bunch of forms to fill in. I can start rebuilding without the money so I’m not concerned. I’ll get in touch with the builder and designer in a couple of days.”

  “Why don’t you just focus on Leon’s? Do you really need Cleo’s?”

  “No, I don’t need it but, I have a lot of people who would be put out of work if I don’t rebuild. In the past I have been known as an aloof, all business bitch who doesn’t care about anyone other than herself. I don’t want to be known that way anymore. I want to take care of Desiree, Mason and the others.”

  “Fair enough.”

  The doorbell sounds and I glance up at Hamish. He kisses my forehead and follows Steve who has run off to answer the door.

  “Uncle Wade.” I hear Steve exclaim.

  Hamish invites him in and they all return to me in the living room.

  “How are you feeling, Blossom?”

  “I feel fine but your friend here insists on treating me like a damn invalid. Have you come to rescue me?”

  Wade laughs. “Nope. Sorry. Steve and I are going to the zoo. You two can argue it out while we’re gone.”

  I glance at Hamish. He has a devilish glint in his eye. “You didn’t say anything?”

  “Back in a minute.”

  Hamish disappears. Wade sits and pulls Steve onto his lap. Wade has a goofy smile on his face too.

  Hamish returns and stands in front of me. I wonder what the fuck is going on.

  “Blossom, I know I have only known you for a few weeks but in that time, I have managed to lose my heart to you.”

  He drops to one knee. I’m sure I turn pale. I can’t fucking believe it. First he tells me he loves me, now this.

  “Go, Dad.” Steve is wriggling around on Wade’s lap.

  “Blossom Cartwright, will you pleeease marry me?”

  The room is silent, thick with expectation. My heart is beating a mile a minute. “Yes. Yes, yes, a hundred times yes.” I fly into Hamish’s arms and he peppers me with kisses. He eases me back on the couch and produces a red velvet box. The diamond solitaire is stunning. I have small hands and the stone is the perfect size. Not large or ostentatious. He takes it from the box and slips it onto my ring finger before kissing me on the lips.

  “Yippee!” Steve rushes over and jumps into my lap. He kisses my face and I laugh.

  “Congratulations to you both. I’m so happy for you. It’s so right.” Wade steps over and shakes Hamish’s hand and kisses my cheek. “I’ll crack the champagne.”

  He heads for the kitchen and returns with four glasses and a bottle of bubbly. He cracks the cork and pours for the three adults. He pulls a small can of soda from his back pocket and pours it into a champagne glass which he hands to Steve.

  “To a long and happy life,” he toasts. We all clink glasses and Hamish settles beside me and pulls me against him.

  “A year ago I would never have imagined I could be sitting in a decent apartment in the city with my son, my very best friend and the woman I love. Wade, I wouldn’t be the man I am if it wasn’t for you. Over the past ten years you have taught me to trust, shown me what is to be loved and made me feel like I’m worthwhile. You also taught me how to love. I love you for that and I will always be grateful to you. Steve, you have taught me to love unconditionally. You trusted me completely and had faith that I would eventually bring us both to a better life. I love you, son.”

  Tears flow from my eyes as I listen to this once damaged man. He now has confidence and belief in himself. I think he is beginning to see he is every bit as good as everyone else. In my eyes, he is so much better than most. He turns to me.

  “Blossom. When you first approached me in Leon’s I thought you were a first class bitch. I also thought you were absolutely gorgeous with a smokin’ hot body. I was known as the fuck ’em and leave ’em guy who didn’t care about any woman. You changed that. You make me laugh. You make me happy. When you kept your word and walked away when I told you I was done, I couldn’t believe it. You respected me enough to keep your word. No woman has done that before. I think that was when I realized, I wouldn’t be able to let you go. It took me a couple of days, but with Steve’s help, I finally understood I was in love with you. I want you in my life. Now and forever. I want you to have my children and I want you to be the mother of my son.”

  I burst into tears and Hamish gathers me to him. Steve is running his little hand over my back. “You don’t have to be my mom if you don’t want to. Please don’t cry.”

  I sit up and pull him into my arms. “Steve, I would be honored to be your mom. It would make me the happiest and proudest woman in the world.” I kiss his cheek. “I love you so very much.”

  He steps back and dances around. His arms flail in the air. He turns to face Wade. “Did you hear that, Uncle Wade? She wants to be my Ma!.”

  “I did, buddy. How about we get going so your Ma and Pa can talk?”

  “Okay.” Steve dashes over and hugs and kisses both Hamish and me. Then he runs back and takes Wades hand. “Bye Ma, bye Pa.”

  They leave the apartment and I’m alone with the man I adore.

  “Bed. Now.” I attempt to stand.

  “You’re not well enough,” he says with concern darkening his eyes.

  “The fuck I’m not.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Either you get into bed right now or I’m pulling out Big Daddy.”

  “Big Daddy?”

  “My vibrator. The largest one I own.”

  Hamish grabs my hand and hauls me to my feet. “No fuckin’ way. There will be no need for vibrators now you’re with me.”

  He leads me into the bedroom and strips off my clothes. I’m lifted onto the bed and lie watching as he disposes of his own. I can’t believe he has boxers under his jeans.

  “What happened to the freedom of being commando?”

  “Steve.”

  “Oh.” I laugh as he finishes undressing. The man has a drop dead gorgeous body and it’s all mine. I smile at that thought. No other bitch will ever touch him again. Not while I live and breathe
. He crawls up onto the bed and when he captures my lips I know I’m home.

  His cock pushes against my belly as he caresses my face with his lips.

  “I love you.” Kiss. “I will always love you.” Kiss. “No man will ever lay his hands on you again.” Kiss.

  He leans back and his eyes fix on mine. “Are you sure I’m good enough for you? What happens when the ridicule starts? People are bound to find out about me being a ’hood kid. I don’t want to destroy the reputation you have built for yourself.”

  I almost lose it. “For fuck’s sake. I don’t give a fuck about my reputation and what other people say. I’m honored that you have fallen in love with me. I know what your childhood was like and how hard it has been for you to believe in yourself. In other people. I know you have always felt inferior. Well, I’m telling you for the last time, you have more courage than anyone I know and if anyone isn’t good enough in this relationship, it’s me. I’ve had everything so easy. I had parents who loved and adored me. I didn’t have to learn to let go of an ugly past and learn to trust and love. I love you with all my heart. You’re my ‘one’, I’m your bitch. Now, shut up and fuck me.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Hamish dives on first one then the other nipple. They pebble and elongate and oh, how they ache. I push against his mouth wanting, needing more. He nips, hard enough to send a lightning type flash straight to my core. Juices are flooding from my pussy and working their way down the crack of my ass.

  My hips push against him. I feel the hardness of his cock pressed against me. His fingers sink through my folds. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

  “I want you.” My words are barely a whisper.

  Hamish slams into me. I stretch and widen around him. His fingers tease my clit and it takes no time at all for us to erupt together.

  “Fucking hell,” Hamish groans.

  “Indeed,” I agree.

  As the orgasm quiets, Hamish rolls away. Within minutes though he is on his back and I find myself impaled on his cock. I place my hands on his chest and rise and fall taking the full length of him inside me. His hands are lightly moving up and down from my waist to my hips. God he feels good. I arch my back and quicken my pace. His nimble fingers are now at my nipples sending all sorts of luscious signals zapping through me.

  “Hamish, fuck, I’m coming.” I see stars as a powerful orgasm hits me. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over me. When I attempt to slow, he holds my waist tightly, forcing me to lift and lower over his rod. He roars as he explodes and I feel hot cum filling my pussy. No condom! You know what? I don’t fucking care. Having the children of the man I love would be a dream come true.

  We’re spent. I collapse against Hamish’s chest. His arms wrap around me and he kisses the top of my head. “I love you,” he murmurs.

  “I love you too,” I tell him before I succumb to my tiredness and drift off.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  EPILOGUE

  Six Months Later

  “Hamish, hurry the fuck up.” Wade is losing patience with me but I want to look perfect for my lady. I straighten my tie for the umpteenth time. I wonder how Steve is doing. He is with Blossom, he’s her page boy or some such shit. I can’t wait to see him in the suit we bought for today.

  Wade storms into my bedroom. His hands are fisted on his hips. “You’re gonna be fucking late to your own wedding if you don’t get your ass into gear.”

  I straighten my tie one last time and stroll out of the room. “I won’t be late. Aren’t bride’s always late anyway?”

  “Yeah, but they’re supposed to be late. You’re not.”

  “Whatever. Let’s go.” I grab my keys and wallet and glance around the apartment. There are flowers everywhere. Grace told me women like flowers. It tells them they’re loved. I think I cleared out the florist with my order. My lady will know I love her.

  We catch the elevator to the ground floor and head out into the street. Blossom insisted on getting married in an old stone chapel that dates back to the early 1800s. I agreed because I love her and I don’t care where we get married as long as she’s mine.

  People are milling about outside as we arrive. Several come over and shake my hand and wish me luck. Luck! I don’t need fucking luck but Blossom probably does. She’s a fucking wonder woman agreeing to take me on.

  The Minister invites us to join him inside while we wait for my bride. The rest of the people follow and take a seat. Wade and I sit on the bench at the front. I turn around and scan the people. I know everyone. I thought Blossom would insist on a big wedding but she didn’t want it. She said she only wanted our colleagues and friends. Who knew we had so many of those?

  The past six months have been the best of my life. Cleo’s has been rebuilt and is now open and running like it should. Darren and Roberto were arrested at the airport attempting to leave the country. They were charged with assault and attempted murder. They are sitting in jail until their trial comes up. I’d love to get my hands on the fucking assholes but Blossom insisted we leave it to the authorities and I can’t deny her anything, especially now.

  I glance at my watch. It’s dead on three. Wade said the bride is usually half an hour late so I’m surprised when the Minister walks up to me, tells me Blossom has arrived and asks Wade and me to stand.

  We stand and look to the back of the church. The organ player starts and the doors open. Desiree comes in first. Her and Blossom have become really good friends. They shop, talk on the phone and go out for coffee regularly. I glance across to Samuel to see his reaction. The woman is gorgeous in a tight smoky pink dress. Samuel certainly appreciates his lover’s curves.

  Steve comes next. He’s dressed the same as Wade and me in a dark brown suit with a white shirt and pink tie. Pink! I’m a street kid from the ’hood and I’m wearing a fucking pink tie. Like I said, I can’t refuse my beautiful lady anything.

  Blossom comes next. She didn’t want anyone to give her away. She said she would give herself to me. My woman is fucking gorgeous. She has an ivory lace gown on which has fancy lace all over it. It’s tight around her ample boobs and loose over our baby bump. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. The first time without the condom? Yep, she got pregnant. I’m over the fucking moon and Steve can’t wait for a little brother or sister.

  Anyway, Blossom has her hair down. Soft curls dance around her face and shoulders. She has pink flowers in her hands. She gives me a smile that sets my world alight and stands beside me. I lean over and kiss her. The Minister clears his throat. “Not yet Mr. Masters.”

  I glare at him. The people behind us laugh.

  I don’t hear a word the Minister says. I’m too busy checking out my bride. I can’t believe I’ve scored such a wonderful woman. Steve adores her, calls her Ma, but that’s not new. He’s been calling her that since a week after she moved in with us. We’ve been talking about her adopting him formally but we haven’t asked him yet. We thought we would get the wedding over with first.

  I say I do and yes in all the right places and then the Minister gives me permission to kiss the bride. He gives me fucking permission, like I need it. My lips crash down against Blossom’s and the people behind us yell and whistle until we part. Blossom is blushing and it makes her look even sexier than usual. I can’t wait to get her home and into bed.

  We hold hands and follow Steve down the aisle. People follow us out and congratulate Blossom with kisses and me with handshakes.

  “Dad, I did good, didn’t I? I walked just like Ma told me.”

  “You did, son. You look so handsome. Better watch out for the girls or you’ll be the next one getting married.”

  “Daaad. Don’t be so silly.” He huffs and stomps away.

  Blossom and I laugh as we watch him head for Wade and Mason. Wade scoops him up and holds him on his hip. They have become quite the couple and Mason has moved into Wade’s home. They are looking after Steve while Blossom and I go to Fiji for our honeymoon. We fly out tomorrow. Ten whole days in a
private shack on a private beach. Ten whole days of fucking, swimming and basking in the sun.

  Blossom brings my attention back to her. “I love you so much.”

  I gather her to me and kiss her. “I love you too. I can’t believe a guy like me, who was born to sin, who was no good, ended up with someone as special as you. I’ll always be grateful you made me believe I was good enough for you.”

  She runs her hand up the length of my cock and it stands up and takes notice. Yep, it knows her touch, her pussy and her ass.

  “You are more than good enough for me and I’ll keep reminding you of that every day for the rest of our lives.”

  Did I tell you how much I love this woman?

  THE END.

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