The Sin Trilogy Bundle: A Necessary Sin, the Next Sin, One Last Sin

by Georgia Cates

  “I know. I want them to be big healthy babies.”

  I kiss the side of her neck. “Never worry that I don’t think your body is attractive. You’re carrying my children––a part of me inside you. Nothing is more appealing than that. And I plan to show you just how sexy I think you are when we get home tonight.”

  She turns in my arms and glides her hands up to my shoulders. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

  I take note of the perfect coat of red shimmer on her lips. “But you won’t.”

  She points to her mouth. “I don’t want to smear this and look like The Joker.”

  “I intend on having this mouth later but there’s something else I want right now.”

  I remove her hands from my shoulders. “Turn around.”

  I lift the hem of her dress. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  I push my hand down the front of her knickers. “Giving my wife a taste of what’s to come later tonight.”

  She’s completely smooth except for the small narrow strip of short hair down the center. Fuck. It’s a turn-on every time.

  I place my foot between hers and tap the insides of her ankles. “Spread ’em, Bonny.”

  She steps apart and my fingers find her sensitive nub. Her arse squirms in a circular motion against my cock as I stroke her clit. I didn’t intend on this being about me but she’s making me rock hard.

  I saw a hint of insecurity so my intention was to make her feel sexy. I thought I could rub her off now and we’d worry about me later. But I’m not so sure I can wait until tonight to have her. She’s turning me on too much.

  I pull her against me and thrust my cock against her arse. “You have no idea how fucking fit you are.”

  She grabs my hand and grinds against it. “Make me come.” Her voice sounds breathless, likes she’s been running a marathon.

  I rub her clit faster and harder. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes. Keep doing it just like that.”

  She reaches over her shoulder and grasps the back of my neck firmly while riding out the waves of her orgasm. “Oh God. That is so good.” She squeezes her eyes shut and leans into me. “I’m coming.”

  She’s so slick. My cock would slide into her so easily right now.

  “Bonny …” I don’t even know what I want to say. Or ask. I only know I’m hard and I’ll be miserable if I don’t get off.

  “I’m dying to bend you over and fuck you like crazy, but I’d never forgive myself if I caused something bad to happen.”

  “We’ll be careful.” She holds the hem of her dress at her waist and pushes her knickers down. “Undo your trousers.”

  I unbutton and await further instructions. I’d probably never admit it but I sort of like hearing her boss me around during sex.

  She moves to the dresser and plants her palms on the top. She looks over her shoulder. “Come here, Mr. Breckenridge. We can’t run behind for your ceremony. It wouldn’t look very good for The Fellowship’s new leader to stroll in late because he was busy fucking his wife.”

  I’m such a lucky bastard. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I position my erection at her entrance. I push it in a little and pull back, making the tip slick before advancing further. I stand upright and grasp her hips as I push into her slowly. “Good?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  I pull back and plunge again. “You’re all right?”

  “Yes, but this is going to take a while if you ask if I’m okay every time you move.”

  I wish I had her confidence. “I can’t help it. Being inside you still makes me nervous.”

  “How about you assume all is well unless I say otherwise?”

  “That’ll work.”

  I thrust into her and she says nothing. So I do it again. And again. I watch my cock sliding in and out of her. The sight alone is almost enough to make me explode.

  I move my thumb to the cleft of her arse and drag my finger down. “I want to get inside this. But not now. After the babies come.”

  I read that anal sex is discouraged during pregnancy. That’s fine. It isn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing to try. It’ll take some work so it’s good for her.

  “A deed so dirty, it shouldn’t be done in the light of day?”

  “Exactly.”

  I was already close to coming but talking about anal sex––and Bleu not telling me no––pushes me over the edge.

  We’re attending a formal occasion in thirty minutes. I don’t want her walking around smelling like sex.

  “I’m not coming inside you.” I reach into the top drawer of the dresser and take out the first thing I see––one of Bleu’s cotton nightgowns. “Sorry. Hope you weren’t planning to wear this to bed tonight.”

  “It’ll wash.”

  She pulls her formal gown down and turns. “Maybe you can’t fuck me hard but you can still fuck me good.”

  “Who are you kidding? I fucked you great.”

  “You certainly did. Are you beginning to see that we can have great sex without something bad happening?”

  My confidence has improved. “You were right.”

  “Corporate has approved a new policy. Assume I’m fine unless otherwise stated. Got it?”

  “Understood.”

  I’m buttoning up when she slaps me on my arse. I jerk because I wasn’t expecting it. “You said that was a taste of what was to come later. I’m anticipating impressive things.”

  “Expect to be dazzled.”

  * * *

  My swearing-in ceremony is being held at a banquet room inside a hotel owned by one of the brothers. Every Fellowship member not working on assignment tonight is in attendance, making for a large crowd.

  Our people are unaware that tonight is doubling as a twofold ceremony. Bleu and I plan to formally announce the upcoming arrival of not one but two future Fellowship leaders.

  I know she wishes Ellison could have come but her sister can’t participate in ceremonial Fellowship functions until she is one of us.

  We’re sitting front and center at the leadership table with my parents, Abram, and his wife Torrie. I’m surprised they showed since Abram hasn’t taken the loss of his leadership role well. I’m not sure what my uncle expected. We agreed on the terms of his interim role and he fulfilled them. There was no reason for him to think I’d never take my place at my father’s side.

  Bleu is earning her badge of misery. She’s irritated she’s being forced to endure Abram’s company. Can’t say I blame her. At least she has my mum at our table and Westlyn at the neighboring one.

  “I’m sorry. He isn’t in a leadership role anymore, but he’s still family. The Breckenridges always sit together at formal functions.”

  She won’t even look in his direction. It’s probably best. “It is what it is. I’ll survive. And maybe he will too, unless he decides to harass me.”

  “I told him I wouldn’t tolerate him badgering you. He’s had fair warning.”

  Bleu looks in the direction of her friends. “I may disappear for a while after the official stuff. I plan on talking to Lorna about that job at the gentlemen’s club.”

  Lorna needs to be told by someone other than Leith or me that dancing topless is not the best decision. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”

  “I’ll probably recruit Westlyn to help me.”

  Dinner is served and Bleu is immediately inspecting the plates around her. She has a big appetite now that the first trimester nausea has passed.

  Bleu studies my plate for a moment and uses her fork to point at it. “That looks good. What is it?”

  “Venison.” I’m going to enjoy telling her the next part. “With haggis.”

  “Liar.” She pokes it with her fork. “It doesn’t look like the haggis I’ve seen before.”

  “This one is wrapped in a puff pastry.”

  She studies the nontraditional form of haggis, showing a lot of interest in it. “Are you thinking of trying it?”

  “It looks really goo
d.”

  “You’re welcome to some if you’d like.”

  “My appetite and tastes are evolving. I think I will.”

  My mum leans over. “Yer wife is carrying a pair of Scottish weans who are determined to have their haggis. Boys. Both of them. Mark my word.”

  “We’ll see in about five months.”

  “I thought you were finding out their genders at Bleu’s next appointment.” I hear the disappointment in Mum’s voice.

  “We talked about it and decided we want it to be a surprise when they’re born.”

  “We can’t prepare if we don’t know what they are.”

  Decision’s been made. There’s no persuading us. “They’re babies. We’ll get the necessities. The pink or blue stuff can wait.”

  “I may explode from the anticipation of not knowing.”

  “Please don’t. Bleu is going to need your help with them.”

  I notice Bleu isn’t contributing anything to the conversation. “Bonny. You’ve eaten half of my plate.”

  She wipes her mouth, no doubt hiding a grin behind her napkin. “Sorry. I was going to get a taste and next thing I knew, half was gone. It’s really good.”

  I swap out my plate of venison for her chicken. “You’re welcome to it. Unless you’re planning to eat mine and yours.”

  She punches my bicep. Hard. “Shut up.”

  We finish dinner and Bleu leans back in her chair, her hands cupping her small bulge. “Woo. I thought this dress was a snug fit before.”

  “I love it on you. It’s sexy.”

  I spot someone very special across the room. “Come with me. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

  I take Bleu’s hand and lead her through the crowd. “This is Brooke Drummond, Callum’s widow.”

  Although Bleu has yet to meet Brooke, she’s aware of my pledge to personally see to the care and safety of her and her unborn child.

  Bleu’s eyes flash with acknowledgement. I’m pleased she remembers.

  She embraces Brooke. “Sin has told me wonderful things about you and Callum. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

  “I’m glad to meet you too. And happy to see you’re off bed rest.”

  “That was brutal.”

  “My doctor placed me on it for a while when Callum died. Afraid the stress would cause me to lose the baby.” She places her hand on her tummy. It’s twice as big as mine. “But I didn’t.”

  My father cues me it’s time. “We’re up.”

  Bleu places a hand on Brooke’s shoulder. “Our presence is requested but we’ll definitely talk later.”

  Bleu and I join my father on the rostrum behind a podium. Tonight’s event has felt like nothing more than a large dinner party until now. This is where the commitment gets real. There’s no going back after this. And I’m ready.

  My father makes the opening statements, recites The Fellowship creed, and then instructs me to repeat after him. The formalities are still familiar in my mind from when I attended Abram’s swearing-in as my interim replacement almost six years ago.

  “I, Liam Sinclair Breckenridge, freely and willingly accept my role as leader of this organization known as The Fellowship.” That’s how it begins. The lengthy pledge that follows mostly pertains to declaring absolute and unwavering loyalty to the people of my brotherhood.

  My father included Bleu in the rites, which I wasn’t expecting. He had her repeat similar declarations, vowing her complete and unfaltering loyalty in support of me as her husband and leader of The Fellowship. She vowed to be steadfast at my side, supporting me in all of my decisions.

  Once the swearing-in is complete, our people wait for a word from me. I understand it’s part of my duty but I hate giving speeches. “I’ve been trained for this job since the day I was born so this has been a long time coming. I want you all to know I’m both ready and prepared to be your leader.”

  I gesture toward Bleu so all attention is focused on her. “Many of you aren’t yet acquainted with my wife. As you come to know her, I’m positive you’ll see her for the amazing person she is. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever known and I’m certain I’ll be a fiercer leader for you because she’s by my side.”

  I take her hand in mine. “One of our duties as your leaders is to provide an heir. As you already know, we are expecting our first child in September. What we haven’t told you is that Bleu is carrying twins.”

  The crowd applauds and yelps so loudly I’m forced to let the noise die down before I’m able to continue. “We anxiously await the arrival of these children and look forward to raising them in the way of The Fellowship.”

  I debate telling them our plans for the way any sons of ours will be reared but decide to tackle that at a later time.

  “As leader to the women of The Fellowship, Bleu has been hard at work creating and organizing many new opportunities for those she’ll be presiding over. I’ll let her expand on what those things include.”

  Bonny steps to the podium and adjusts the mic. “Good evening. First of all, I want to express my sincerest appreciation to you for welcoming me into your circle. I understand that isn’t an easy thing to do within The Fellowship, but you’ve been so kind and hospitable. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

  Bleu removes the mic from its stand. “I’m sorry. This podium is too formal for me.”

  She crosses the floor of the rostrum, microphone in hand. “My husband and father-in-law are in charge of the brothers. My role is to minister to the females of the brotherhood so I want to talk about women’s services––or rather the lack of them. I have many things I’m considering but my biggest concern for now is the women’s inability to protect themselves. They’ve not been taught any defense skills. We’re all aware that The Order has a habit of targeting our women so I want to work toward putting a solution into place to combat that problem.

  “I was kidnapped by them. Torrence Grieve tried to sexually assault me. I stress the word ‘tried.’ He was unsuccessful because I had the skills to fend him off. I want that for all of our women. They deserve that power.”

  It’s selfish but a part of me is glad Bonny addressed this issue so my men are clear about what happened. It bothered me that they were probably questioning if she was raped.

  “A good shepherd protects his flock but a better one teaches his sheep to become lions when attacked. Male or female, we all deserve equal training to protect ourselves. The Order is in a state of panic. They’re desperate to prove they’ve not been weakened by their leader’s death. Who do you think they’ll come for? Our men who can defeat them or women they can overpower? How great would it be for them to come expecting to attack a sheep and find a lion in its place?”

  The daughter of a trusted brother lifts her hand. “You have a question?” Bleu asks.

  The young woman stands. “Hello. I’m Lacey Taggart.”

  “Very good to meet you.”

  “What do you mean when you say you want to make us lions?”

  “I’m proposing basic self-defense classes be offered to those who are interested. For the women who’d like to take it further, I would recommend Muay Thai. The skills taught enable even the smallest woman to take down a larger male opponent. You’re welcome to verify that fact with Leith Duncan if you’d like.”

  “True story,” Leith calls out and laughs. “The lass put me on the floor of the ring with one punch.”

  “I have the perfect person in mind to help me teach the self-defense classes, but I’ll need to find someone for the Muay Thai classes. The required physical combat will be too much for me during my pregnancy. But physical defense can’t be the end of it. You need to know how to use firearms. I’d like a show of hands––women only––if you know how to properly fire a gun.”

  Only three. And one of them isn’t my own mother. It’s a shame. I’m glad Bleu sees this problem and wants to fix it.

  “I only see a few hands. That astounds me. Let’s pretend for a moment that a member of Th
e Order is after you with malicious intent. Kidnap. Rape. Murder. Whatever. By show of hands, how many of you would like to learn how to defend yourself against him?”

  Every woman in the room lifts her hand––including Torrie, Evanna, and Westlyn. I’m sure that pisses Abram off.

  “Moving beyond learning to defend yourself, I want to find ways to offer more opportunities in the workforce. Perhaps you’re in a marriage or you’ve been claimed and you don’t have to work. Maybe you like it that way. That’s fine, so this isn’t for you. But if you are interested in independence, then this opportunity could be of interest. Brothers must select how they’ll contribute to The Fellowship. Many choose to become professionals, go to college, and learn a trade or service. Women should be given the same opportunity.”

  Abram lifts his hand but doesn’t wait to be acknowledged. “I’m unclear about something. Did you learn your defense skills and how to shoot a gun while you worked as an FBI agent for the US government, or were you taught elsewhere?”

  Motherfucker just won’t stop.

  Bleu doesn’t miss a beat. “I was initially taught by my father. It was important to him that I have the necessary skills to protect myself against those attempting to harm me. I learned to shoot a handgun when I was twelve. I never miss my target. But I didn’t master the use of high-powered rifles until I was in the academy.”

  “You don’t deny that you once worked for the FBI?”

  “No. It’s true, so why would I deny it?”

  Good girl. She’s making herself transparent. It’s her only defense.

  “You were an FBI agent and now you’re part of The Fellowship. That’s suspicious. Doesn’t anyone else find Bleu’s motives questionable?” His tone is contemptuous.

  He’s trying to place doubt about Bleu in the minds of our people.

  “Sin is a lawyer. His professional career places him on one side of the law but his loyalty lies with The Fellowship. The same is true for me. I once had a career in law enforcement for the US but my allegiance now belongs to The Fellowship. My previous employment is nothing but beneficial for our brotherhood.”

  “You left the FBI less than a year ago. Your father was an agent so you were raised to have respect for the law. Do you really expect us to believe that you have no regard for it anymore?”