Sin's Gift (Veiled Alliance Book 1)

by Delilah Devlin

  When his arms began to shake, he let go of her thighs, allowing her to ease them down his sides.

  He didn’t move off her, wasn’t giving her space to think about what just happened, because he didn’t want her to kick his ass to the floor. Instead, he cupped her injured cheek and the top of her head and lay down on her, sliding his mouth over hers to keep her lips busy.

  The way she kissed him back, slowly rocking her lips, her tongue lightly skimming his, felt a whole lot like she was memorizing the taste and feel. Like she expected this to be the last time. Again.

  And while he knew it would be better for both of them, he thought he just might want to die rather than walk away again. So, he broke the kiss, pushed his softening cock deeper into her, and leaned on his elbows to look into her face. “I don’t wanna talk.”

  Her chin jutted. “Never do.”

  “I don’t want us to say things we’ll want to take back. Not tonight.”

  “You want to pretend?”

  “I want to stay with you.”

  Her eyes narrowed, spearing him. “What’s the matter? Haven’t gotten any lately?”

  “You’re starting…” he warned.

  Sin huffed out a breath. “All right. So, maybe I haven’t gotten any lately either.”

  He shook his head. Every discussion led to an argument. No matter how large or small. “So, we’re agreed. No talking.”

  Her eyelids dipped. “What if one of us needs to give a little direction?”

  A smile tugged at his mouth. “Now, O’Rourke, you know there’s only one person who gives the orders in this bed.”

  “Things could change.”

  He tilted his head. “Do you want to be in charge?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Not really.”

  “Didn’t think so.”

  “So, what do you have in mind?”

  “Spirit’s willing, but someone needs a little rest.”

  “Gonna take a nap?”

  He grunted. “No, I need a little nourishment.”

  “Oh.” A sexy smile stretched her lips. “I’m a little hungry, too.”

  “That settles it.” He pulled out of her. “I’m hungrier. I’ll start eating first.”

  “Always thinking of yourself,” she teased, but raised an arm to rest her head on as he slid a pillow beneath her butt and rearranged her legs, opening them wide. When he knelt between them, her chest began to rise and fall a little faster.

  “Always liked this view,” he said, his voice deepening with pleasure. He bent low over her pussy and spread her lips. “Like it even better when you’re a little swollen, like now. Means I’ve been doing it right.”

  “Always looking for a little praise. What’s the matter? Your teacher never gave you gold stars?”

  “Don’t need any damn gold stars. Time to shut up.” He pulled up her knees and forced them wide. Her folds parted, exposing her entrance. “Still have that little vibrator I gave you?”

  “Jesus,” she whispered.

  He reached into the top drawer of her night stand, rooting blindly until his hand closed around the slender, rubbery shaft of his favorite toy. When he raised it for her to see, she closed her eyes.

  Chapter 3

  He remembered the first time he’d snuck it into their bed. He’d fucked her, sliding the toy inside her along the top of his cock. They’d both come unglued.

  This time would be just for her. Something so special she’d hesitate telling him they were through.

  Jake laid the vibe on the bed beside him and stretched out, resting on his elbows, his head directly over her glistening, pink pussy. He began to work her silky flesh with his fingers, stroking the edges of her thin furled inner lips. Then he lifted the hood guarding her clitoris with his thumb. The bright red knot seemed to expand more with a rub. So, he toggled it with his thumb again.

  Her hips shifted restlessly, but otherwise she didn’t move, apparently content to watch what he’d do next.

  He slid a finger inside her, dipping into hot cream—his come and her arousal. He rubbed it between his finger and thumb then raised his fingers to his lips and licked the fluid off.

  Her nostrils flared, and her gaze sharpened. A telltale little pulse contracted her opening.

  Jake smiled, knowing she was getting bothered—a lot. But he wasn’t about to quicken the pace. Instead, he leaned down and lapped the seams where her thighs met her pussy, the left side then the right.

  Then he mouthed her outer labia, tugging them with his lips, wetting the dark hair that cloaked them. When he pulled the inner lips into his mouth, he noted a shallow tremor working its way across her belly.

  He licked in between her folds, rimmed her opening, and stroked inside, lapping into cream. His cock began to fill again, and he rocked his hips to give it room, then settled down, getting serious about the task of eating her out.

  He stroked two fingers inside and tongued her clit, flicking it with the point of his tongue until her hips bounced almost imperceptibly. Her inner thighs tightened, and he knew he’d better get his cock into her mouth quick or it would be over before he even wet it between her lips.

  He shoved up, crawling up the bed then turning to spread his thighs on either side of her.

  Sin removed her arm from under her, and reached up to caress his balls, rolling the sac in her palm. He bent, lifted his hips and speared into her waiting mouth.

  Moist heat surrounded him, swallowed him. At first, just the tip, and then she sucked him deeper, encouraging him with a hand reaching around his thigh to tug him closer.

  He pumped between her lips, looking down between their bodies as he bent low over her, watching his cock come up then disappear inside her greedy mouth. She suckled him, the back of her throat enclosing him as she swallowed to clasp the tip, her hand gently squeezing his balls. Then she slid her other hand between his legs and ringed his cock with her fingers, sliding them up and down his slick shaft.

  Sin murmured a protest and jerked her hips upward, a reminder he needed to get back to business—hers. He smiled and leaned toward her, tonguing her clit before latching his lips around it and sucking softly. He slid his palms under ass, bringing his hands under her then between her legs, sliding one along the mattress to reach for the vibrator.

  He sucked the end of it into his mouth, wet it with spit, and then placed it at her back entrance.

  A moan vibrated all around his cock, her fingers tightened on his balls. Slowly, he pushed the tip into her ass, just an inch or two, just enough for her to feel the pressure inside the tight ring and raise her anticipation.

  He held the end of it firm against one palm, continued to suckle and lick her clit and thrust three fingers into her cunt, stroking them inside, stretching her.

  Sin widened her jaws and bobbed her head toward his thrusts, working his cock with her suctioning lips, laving his shaft with her tongue. He slid deep to stroke the back of her throat.

  He spun the base of the dildo, shoving gently as he twirled, working it inside as her thighs moved restlessly on the mattress, and her knees lifted to dig her heels deep. He thumbed the button, setting the vibrations to “low.” The vibe began to hum.

  Her mouth opened around his cock, and she gasped. He plunged his dick deeper, gliding up and down again, not giving her any respite.

  Her lips reengaged, and she sucked him, moaning, her tongue sliding faster, caressing his length in quick, wild laps.

  Jake loved the way she moved, helpless, so aroused, rutting her hips upward to swallow the fingers swirling inside her. He upped the vibrations, pushing and pulling the dildo in her tight hole while his tongue and lips tortured her rock-hard little clit.

  Her strangled cries grew louder, and Jake decided he wanted to finish her a different way. He eased his cock from her lips, ignoring her protests and grasping hands. He held the dildo firm and urged her over, onto her knees. When he knelt behind her, he pressed between her shoulder blades until her upper body lay on the bed and her as
s perched high in the air.

  He screwed the dildo into her, until only a couple of inches remained outside, then centered his cock between her swollen lips and thrust inside. He rocked against her bottom, shoving the dildo with each stroke, working his cock side to side, circling it, rubbing every inch of her channel with his hard cock, until Sin fisted the sheets and howled.

  He pumped his hips harder, tunneling deep, slapping her soft flesh and the end of the love-toy, until the vibrations and his thrusts shot her over the edge.

  He knew the exact moment it happened. Her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clamped hard around his dick, ripples climbing up and down his shaft.

  Clutching the notches of her slim hips, he hammered into her depths, losing it, giving into the rhythm and the heat, following her over the edge where his focus narrowed to her silky-wet shudders and a raging eruption spilled from his balls.

  Afterward, he slowly rocked in and out, letting the vibrator drag out her orgasm.

  Her head was turned on the bed, her mouth gasping open and closed.

  When her tremors faded away, he leaned back, sliding his cock out of her vagina only far enough for him to remove the dildo from her ass. Then he gently fingered her abused hole to ease her down the rest of the way. Her shaking knees gave way beneath his weight as he collapsed over her, and still connected, he lay down on top of her, bracketing her shoulders between his hands as he kissed her neck, her cheek, and then the side of her mouth.

  When he nestled his face beside hers, he groaned. “I’m not moving. Ever.”

  “I can’t breathe,” she complained.

  “Do you need to?”

  “No. I kinda like being squashed. Know what a fuckin’ pancake feels like now.”

  He smiled and kissed her mouth again, not wanting to pull out of her body, hoping she’d let them stay like this awhile until the heat rose between them again.

  “I missed this. Missed you,” he said quietly and closed his eyes. “It’s been too damn long.”

  Fingers pinched his thigh hard. “Get off me, asshole.”

  He guessed she just remembered they had issues still lying between them. He sighed, pulled his cock from inside her warm body and rolled to his back. “All right. We talk.”

  She drew up on her knees beside him, a sour scowl darkening her expression. “You said you’ve seen Danny, too.”

  “I have. Twice. The first time was the night after you lost it at the hospital.”

  “You mean, after I screamed like a fucking lunatic?” she said, her voice dead even. “I saw the look on your face.”

  “I was worried about you, afraid you’d pull the stitches in your cheek,” he said carefully.

  She snorted. “You thought I was nuts.”

  “I thought you were hurt, still high on morphine. I didn’t think you were crazy.”

  “Why didn’t you come back?” she asked, the fire leaving her voice and expression. Her shoulders slumped.

  “Because I saw him,” he said hoarsely. “It broke me up. You weren’t the only one who lost someone. He was my best friend. It was hard—”

  “Did you blame me?”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed it, closing his eyes, taking his time to find the right words. “I think you were distracted. You distracted him. I know what he had to be feeling.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He lowered his hand and locked his gaze with hers. “Sin, Danny was in love with you.”

  Her mouth opened then closed. Her expression grew uncertain. “No, he wasn’t. He was my friend. Just like you were.”

  “I was his friend, but I never wanted to fuck him. Never worried so much about him that I couldn’t trust myself around him.”

  Sin’s eyebrow shot upward. “You’re saying it’s my fault he’s dead? That I…distracted him?”

  His irritation rose along with the biting inflection of her voice. “Not your fault…exactly, but yeah. If it hadn’t been for you—”

  Her chin lifted—a sure sign he’d blown it. “You’re a bastard, Jake. And you can leave right now.”

  “Not yet,” he said, skimming a hand over her knee, trying to calm her. “Not like this.”

  “I’ll quit tomorrow. It’s not like anyone else is gonna want to ride with me.”

  Jake felt an instant wash of relief, but just as quickly hated himself for feeling that way. He knew he wasn’t being fair. “I don’t want you to quit your job.” Only, he really did. He wanted her to do anything, nothing—just not be a cop—or he thought he might go insane.

  “Maybe you don’t want me to quit,” she said evenly, “but you want me to ask for a transfer, don’t you?”

  Jake couldn’t believe how reasonable she was being. He stayed wary but couldn’t stop from trying to make her see. “Why not? Do something safer. You’ve already been through a lot. No one would think less of you.”

  Her gaze narrowed. “Why not?” she said, her voice rising. “Do you even hear yourself? I’m a cop, Jake. Same as you. Would you trade it to be a goddamn meter maid or a desk jockey pouring someone’s coffee?”

  He scraped a hand through his hair. “Dammit, I can’t help what I feel, Sin. I worry about you—all the goddamn time. I thought it would be better when Danny was your partner, but then I didn’t know what was happening with you, what you might walk into.”

  “Like those two gunmen,” she bit out.

  “Yeah. Baby, I know I sound…wrong, but I care.”

  “Then why the fuck did you break up with me?” she rasped.

  He looked away, knowing this would be the last nail in his coffin, then locked his gaze with hers. “I guess I wanted you to choose me over your job.”

  Sin stared for a long moment. Her expression said it all—her tight lips and glittering, angry eyes. “Then I guess I’m choosing the job. I won’t quit to make you feel better.”

  “No one else wants to ride with you.”

  “Then I’m your problem, Officer Chappa. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

  Sin entered the stationhouse the next day, already pissed off. She hadn’t had more than cat nap after Jake stomped from her apartment. She’d taken another slow, hot shower to ease the new set of aches, tossed the dildo in the trash can, and settled down for bed—only to stare at the ceiling and remember everything she’d let him do to her.

  She’d gotten so hot, she’d thought about retrieving the vibrator and proving she didn’t need the man, but that had only made her angrier. With herself and her meathead partner.

  Fact was, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t let him climb right into bed with her again despite the fact he was a selfish prick. She was addicted to the man—like a nasty drug habit she just couldn’t kick. She knew he was all wrong for her, that every time they came together they hurt each other, but she couldn’t stay away.

  For now, she didn’t care how much her being close bothered him. She hoped his “worry” over her distracting him ate a hole in his gut. She’d buy him a bottle of Tums.

  Sounded like his problem, anyway. She’d handled herself just fine yesterday. Even if her suspect had ended up in the morgue. And even after she’d…seen things.

  Thank God, Jake didn’t know about that, too. She wouldn’t put it past him to tell Kalisek—for her own good, of course.

  She arrived early at the substation on purpose, stopping at a desk to make a call to find out what the detectives assigned the investigation had learned from the guy Jake took down.

  She was transferred to Detective Alberto Ruiz. “Pretty straight stuff,” he’d told her. “He wanted the cash in the drawer.”

  “Why the coin shop?”

  “Why not?” he asked, sounding impatient to get off the phone.

  “Anything on the guy who died?”

  “Claims they just met yesterday. Didn’t even know his name. Said the dead guy provided the guns, told him he could have the cash. The only thing he wanted was some old trinket the store owner had under the counter.”
r />   “A trinket?”

  “Detective Petrakis is running it down now at the morgue. Anything else I can help you with, Officer?”

  Sin guessed she’d worn out his “polite”. “Guess not,” she muttered.

  She hung up, feeling like she hadn’t asked the right questions. A man was dead, and she didn’t really know why.

  After roll call, which she’d spent studiously ignoring the brawny, grumpy man behind her, she headed to her vehicle, finding Jake leaning against the driver door again, no doubt guarding it in case she got a wild itch to try to take the wheel.

  She didn’t say a word. Gave him a hot glare to tell him they still weren’t talking, which was spoiled because he wore dark sunglasses and she couldn’t read his expression. She’d have liked knowing she irritated him just the slightest bit.

  He gave a deep sigh, straightened away from the car, then slid inside as she did.

  The afternoon was quiet. Both of them stubbornly avoided talking about anything other than the few routine stops they had to make. When they passed near the street where the coin shop sat, she straightened and shot Jake a glance. “Do you mind stopping there?”

  Without replying, he indicated then pulled into a parking space. She was glad he wasn’t talking because she didn’t want to warn him why she wanted to stop.

  A bell rang overhead as she stepped inside the tiny store.

  “I’ll be right out,” a voice called from a doorway behind the counter.

  The bell rang a second time, and she glanced back to find Jake behind her, pulling off his shades in the dim interior.

  Sin turned away quickly and stared around her. The shop was quaint, decorated in a South Texas chic—pressed tin ceiling, polished wood floors, limestone block pillars and counter. Rows of glass cabinets lined either side of the store. Coins gleamed in plastic stands with small handwritten notes below them, describing when they’d been issued and the city or country of origin.

  After a few minutes, Sin grew restless and approached the counter. “You’d think this guy would be a little edgy after yesterday,” she mumbled.