Indulging Sin

by W. Lynn Chantale

  He glanced at the broken chain on the floor, then at BJ. “You’re way out of line.”

  BJ sneered and swung a large fist at his face. Moses blocked the blow with his left forearm and tossed a right hook to the other man’s jaw. BJ stumbled backward and Sin screamed.

  “Don’t ever put your put your hands on her like that again.” Moses stalked toward him.

  BJ rushed him, catching him around the middle. Both men went down, grappling for a hold. Moses made it to his feet first, his forearm wrapped around BJ’s neck in a side chokehold.

  “I don’t want to do this with you, man. We’ve been friends too long to let some bull come between us like this.”

  The other man grunted. “You shouldn’t have slept with my sister.”

  “She makes her own decisions.” Moses dragged him toward the now vacant ring and tossed him beneath the bottom rope. He quickly climbed onto the lip of the ring, grabbed the top rope and vaulted over it. He barely managed to duck the clothesline waiting for him.

  They fell into an elbow and collar lock. Each man had a hand behind the other’s neck and gripped an elbow. Moses broke the hold first, grasping BJ’s wrist and twisting it behind his back. The man howled. He shoved him to one corner of the ring.

  Moses stared his opponent in the eyes. “I love your sister, from the moment I laid eyes on her.” Still holding BJ’s arm, Moses backpedaled, bringing the other man with him and whipped forward, shoving him hard to aid his forward momentum.

  At the last minute BJ turned, his back hitting the opposite corner, where he snapped off the ropes. Moses met him with a scoop slam. He bent at the knees, hooked one arm between the legs, held him over his head for two heartbeats, before releasing him and stepping away.

  Thwack! The slam of a heavy body on a mildly soft surface reverberated through the room. Panting, BJ crawled to the ropes and hung out the side.

  Moses tracked him across the ring. If BJ could come in here and try to dress him down in front of everyone, then he could take this ass whupping. He palmed his head. BJ tossed an elbow in his gut, driving him backward a few steps, then jumped to his feet.

  He grabbed BJ’s shirt, ripping the sleeve. Moses spun behind the man, bent his knees and held BJ around the waist, back to chest. Moses bounced, lifting BJ to his shoulder, and fell backward.

  Slam! His head bounced off the mat and for a moment he saw stars. BJ moaned on his right and Moses rolled to his left, rubbing the back of his head.

  Moses grimaced when fingers entwined, then yanked on his hair. He grabbed the other man’s wrist as he was forced to his knees. A forearm wrapped around his throat, while the other arm applied pressure. He had only a few seconds before the chokehold rendered him unconscious.

  He reached up and behind him until he grasped the man’s face, now slick with sweat. Moses raked his fingers across his opponent’s eyes. BJ howled and relaxed his grip. Moses pressed his advantage, knocking BJ to the mat. He straddled the man, hooking the right shoulder behind one knee, stretched BJ’s left arm beneath his, then Moses wrapped his arms around BJ’s face, lacing his fingers tight, before leaning back.

  BJ roared, sputtering obscenities.

  “This is a dirty move.” He panted.

  “So was snatching off my sub’s collar.” Moses applied a little more pressure as he caught sight of Sin’s narrowed eyes and tight-lipped frown. “I want you to take a good look at your sister. Does she look mistreated to you in any way? Has she come to you at all saying the man in her life disrespected her? Abused her?” He punctuated each sentence with pulling back a little more.

  Bones and tendons popped to accommodate the unnatural position. “Regardless of how you feel about the lifestyle I lead, I would never hurt my sub and I for damn sure would never hurt my wife.” With that he released BJ and stood, dragging his fingers through his now unruly hair. He ducked between the second and third ropes and hopped down.

  “When you want to talk to me like a civilized human being, I’ll be at home.” Moses stomped from the gym, scattering wrestlers in his wake. He paused long enough to scoop up the silver jewelry, laying broken and forlorn on the floor. He pocketed the necklace and disappeared.

  * * * *

  Sin flashed a grateful smile to Tono and Daniel when they settled a still dazed BJ in a chair. She held out a towel and a bottle of water to her brother. He had a cut above one eye and a bruise was forming around the other. His clothes were ripped and several buttons were missing from his shirt.

  “Why the heck would you do that? I asked you not to confront him, to just listen to me for a second.”

  He blotted his face, then lowered the towel to glare at her. “Were you ever going to tell me you married my ex-best friend?” Hurt infused his voice.

  She swallowed.

  “Did he make you keep it a secret?” His tone hardened and he half stood.

  She grabbed his wrist. “No. I asked, or rather begged Moses to keep this a secret. You were already upset that you found us...um…in a passionate exchange.” Her cheeks heated at the memory of her brother walking in the shower while she was providing Moses with a little oral attention. Not her best moment, especially since the two ended up dissolving their friendship. She lifted her head until she met his gaze. “I--we were going to tell you tomorrow.”

  He nodded. “So how long have you been married?”

  “Six, almost seven months.” She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for his outburst. When it never came she looked at him from beneath her lashes.

  He stared at her, his jaw slack.

  “BJ, I...”

  “Anything else you want to tell me?”

  She flinched at the bitterness in his voice. He had every right to be mad at her, but tears still burned behind her lids. “Yeah, you’re gonna be an uncle.”

  He made a big show of looking from his left to his right. “You got a kid stashed beneath the ring. Should I check under there before I leave?”

  She’d have laughed if he hadn’t sounded half-serious. “No. I haven’t even told Moses I’m pregnant yet. You’re the first to know.”

  “Well, I guess being your brother counts for something.” His sarcasm cut deep.

  “It does.” She touched his sleeve and he snatched away from her.

  “Don’t. We’re family and you let someone come between us.” He stood and stared at her, disappointment tugging down the corners of his mouth. “I’ll have the money delivered to you in the morning. I won’t be asking for your help again.”

  A tear latched to her lashes and she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

  He waved off her apology and stomped from the gym.

  She sat there a long moment. She still needed to face Moses. Sin labored to her feet. She’d rather face her brother again.

  * * * *

  Moses prowled his bedroom. The large four poster bed dominated the room. Each time he crossed the floor his gaze landed on the broken chain laid across the dresser. He dragged agitated fingers through his still damp hair, then hitched the cotton pajama pants a little higher on his hips.

  This whole thing turned into a bigger mess than necessary. He’d known better than to keep the marriage from BJ, but he was indulging Sin. He scrubbed the heel of his hand over his face. It wouldn’t be the first time listening to a woman caused disaster to fall.

  He pivoted on his heel, wincing when he stretched a little too far to the left. The muscle was a little sore from the elbow jab. A wry smile twisted his lips. BJ could still bring the pain and Moses almost felt sorry for the way he’d treated him. Almost.

  A light knock rapped on the door a moment before it opened. He half turned. Sin squeezed through the narrow opening and closed it just as quietly before twisting the lock.

  He’d left instructions for her on the front door and pleasure stole through him that she’d complied. He hoped she’d followed all of his instructions. Her dark hair was piled on the top of her head, giving him a better view of the long scratches on either side of her neck. A fr
own tugged at the corners of his mouth. He hated seeing marks like that on her pretty skin and wanted to go pop her brother again.

  Moses took his time looking her over, circling her as he did slow perusal. The black silk negligee clung to the ripe swell of her full breasts. Her nipples tented the sheer material and he longed to tease the tight buds. Lower still, over her stomach, the lingerie seemed to pull whereas the last time she’d worn it had seemed looser. Still, it barely covered the curve of her luscious ass and hinted at her now smooth mound.

  Throughout his entire scrutiny, not once had she offered a quip or teased him in any way. She wouldn’t look at him. He studied her. His heart clenched at her drooping shoulders and downcast eyes. It took a lot of stress to subdue her to this degree. Her lip trembled as well. BJ must have really given her the business, but he’d deal with him later.

  “Come here.”

  She stepped forward, still looking at the floor.

  He wanted to drag her across his lap and redden her perfect little bottom, but first things first. He cupped her cheek and swiped his thumb across her cheek. She stuttered a breath as a tear dropped on his hand.

  With his other hand he circled her waist, folding her in his embrace where she dissolved into body-wracking sobs. He lifted her with ease, cradling her against his chest, sat in one of the chairs, and settled her in his lap.

  “I’m sorry. You were right. We should’ve told him sooner. Now he hates me and you’re mad at me too,” she said between hiccoughs. “I made everything horrible again and on top of that he broke my collar.”

  “That doesn’t change what we have,” he murmured against her hair.

  “I just wanted to explain about the money.”

  He waited.

  “My brother hates me.”

  “I doubt very much that he hates you, honey. Upset yes, but he doesn’t hate you.”

  She rubbed her face against his shoulder. She lifted her tear-stained face, her brown eyes glistening like topaz. “Please do something.”

  “I’m probably the last person he’d want to listen to, Sin.” He cleared her tears with his thumb and dropped a soft kiss on her lips.

  “You two can fight it out in the ring. I can’t.”

  His hand went to the hem of her gown and inched it higher. “We’ll work this through, Sin.” She went still. “There are a few things you need to be reminded of, sweetheart.” He shifted her until she was facedown across his lap. Her breasts caressed his right thigh while her ass rose to greet him.

  He placed a heavy forearm across her shoulder blades, while his left hand rubbed those smooth brown globes.

  “Moses?” Her voice wobbled badly.

  “Hmm?” He leaned forward, placing a kiss at the base of her spine. She tensed beneath him. He brought the flat of his hand down on the rounded portion of her behind and the backs of her thighs several times, before rubbing the sting away.

  She whimpered. He ran a finger along her pussy, pleased to find it wet with her juices. He plunged two fingers in her tightness, stroking back and forth until she was riding his hand.

  He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean before spanking her again. Her soft moans were music to his ears. She squirmed beneath him and leaned a little of his weight on her to keep her in position.

  Sin squirmed on his lap. He was relentless, tossing her between pain and pleasure, until one blended into the other. He brought her to the brink, only to leave her writhing in aching need. One thing was crystal clear; she’d never keep another secret from anyone else.

  Gentle fingers caressed her now tender flesh. She shuddered with need, expectation. His arms circled her waist and helped her stand. He stood as well, his bare chest grazing her taut nipples. She sucked in a breath. Her gaze focused on the massive erection tenting his pants and the quarter-sized wet spot darkening the crotch. At least he still desired her.

  “Look at me, Sin.” The quiet command snapped her attention to his face. He touched a finger to one side of her neck. She winced. “I don’t like these.”

  She lowered her head, her heart stuttering with a rhythm of dread.

  “Eyes on me!”

  She met his gaze.

  “I don’t care who it is, no one gets that close to you again.” He grazed the curve of her cheek with his knuckles and sighed. “What am I gonna do with you?”

  “Love me.”

  He grinned. “I already do, but I don’t want to have this conversation again.”

  She nodded.

  “On the bed.”

  She hesitated.

  He lifted a brow. “Something wrong?”

  She shook her head and scrambled to comply. She had one knee on the mattress when he slapped her tender ass. She bit her lip.

  “On your back, Sin. I want to see that pretty pussy on display.”

  A ripple of anticipation zipped through her. The mattress dipped when he knelt next to her. He leaned close, brushing his lips against hers in a barely there kiss, while he snapped a furry cuff on each of her wrists.

  He feathered his lips over her jaw, across her collarbone, and finally closed over one pebbled peak. She arched her back as he sucked her through the thin silk. He laved attention on the other while his hand traversed lower and cupped her smooth mound.

  Each swipe of his finger across her wetness sent a ripple of awareness through her body. She wanted more. He moved down her body, planting kisses here and there, leaving her aching and unfulfilled until he finally had her ankles bound to the footboard.

  He sat back on his heels and fastened his gaze to the prize between her thighs. “Look at the pretty cunt. All juicy and wet.” He swirled a finger around her clit. She tried to shimmy away from the light stroke, but was held fast. He brought his finger to his mouth. “And sweet.”

  She bit back a moan as he ran his tongue along her slit, but not quite over her clit. Desire trickled between her legs. He pressed kisses to her mound, lightly sucking on her nether lips. He parted her labia with his thumbs, holding her open. Cool air raced across her flesh and she clenched her hands into fists.

  A moment later his mouth sealed to her feminine flower and she bucked against the tongue lapping at her cream. Fire danced across nerve endings. Everything she was centered on the exquisite torture of his lips against hers. He plunged two fingers in her depths. She arched off the bed.

  He wrapped an arm around her hips and dragged her closer. “Moses. I can’t hold on.”

  His deep chuckle vibrated against her core, curling her toes. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she fought the encroaching orgasm. And just when she thought he would send her over the edge, he withdrew.

  “No,” she wailed, her body shuddering at the denied release. Sin stared at Moses, hoping some of her desperation shone through her eyes. His sensuous mouth curved at the corners and she knew this was only the beginning.

  “I’ve thought about this all day.” He caressed her thigh before skimming his hands along her calves, down the arch of her foot, and back again.

  “And?” A ball of anticipation tightened in her belly. What else did he have planned? And would he let her climax when this was all over?

  The furry cuff around her ankle loosened and her foot hit the mattress. He did the same with her leg and she quickly clamped her thighs together, hoping to relieve the ache and throb pulsing through her.

  “Does that help?” He chuckled.

  “You know it doesn’t.” She glared at him.

  He pried her legs apart, the cotton of his pants sliding over her skin, sensitizing it even further. He pressed his erection to her center. Eagerly she ground against him, uncaring he was still covered.

  “You are so very hot.”

  “Um hmm.”

  “Maybe I should do something about that.”

  She wished he would. He leaned over her, rubbing his pelvis where she needed it the most. She wrapped her legs around his and thrust up.

  He reached beneath the pillow near he
r head and came out with a vibrator. She gulped a breath. The damn thing would be her undoing. Despite its smallness, she’d feel every bit of the toy teasing and pulsating inside her.

  “Is that really necessary?”

  “I love watching you try so hard not to come and when you do, God, that’s sexy as hell too.” He angled away from her enough to insert the head of the toy.

  The penetration felt so good, but it would be a challenge to hold out against the thing when it was designed to stimulate her g-spot and clit all at the same time. Total pussy pleasure. The only thing better would to be to have Moses deep inside her body.

  “Oh, you will.”

  Her gaze flew to his, her mouth falling open. Were her thoughts that vivid or did he just know her so well?

  “I know you much prefer my cock to this.” He dropped his mouth to hers, sliding the vibe home and turning it on.

  She bucked against him as thousands of tiny tongues seemed to lap and lick at all the right spots. Was the thing spinning too? Her hips moved of their own accord. Moses mimicked her moves, his body keeping the toy in place as he focused on her breasts.

  The silk whispered over her stomach. His hot mouth followed, nipping at her belly, over her ribcage. She moaned when his fingers grazed the underside of her breasts before the roughness of his palms caressed the soft weight, rolling and squeezing them in his hands.

  Focusing on anything but the sensations roiling through her body was a losing battle. Each time she tried to squirm away, he was there with his mouth. Such sweet agony, what he was doing with his tongue and lips.

  He licked the tip of one nipple and it tightened even more. He reached between their bodies and adjusted the toy. She whimpered, arching her back, as the thing seemed to increase in speed.

  Her breaths came in pants and he nipped the hollow of her throat, his thumb and forefinger plucking at her hard nipples, twisting and pinching them. The first licks of orgasm nipped at her toes, then slammed into her with the force of a tsunami. The wave of ecstasy sucked her under and tossed her about like a cork.

  Moses held her as she shattered, came together, and broke apart again. Another climax chased the last. She whimpered, not sure if she had the energy for yet another. He released her, shed his sodden pajama bottoms, and removed the toy.