I start to get off the top of the hood, never taking my eyes from his. The only thing he does is chuckle and shake his head as if he knows a little secret that I don’t. Letting one leg and then the other slip off the side of his vehicle, I was briefly caught off guard as he began to run around the car. I squeal and then scramble back up on the hood, planting my ass right in the middle of his windshield.
I was sure if he really wants to get me that he could. But somewhere deep down I think he liked the little cat and mouse game we were playing. I watch him walk around the car and his steps remind me of a lion stalking his prey. I try to push back the rush of desire that is coursing through my body at the sight of his muscles bunching from restraint.
“Are you sure you want to play this game?” he seduces, making another trip around the front of his vehicle.
I nod. “Yes, I believe I do,” I chuckle. “I’d like to see your big ass get up here.” His steps automatically halt next to the right bumper.
I swear, if someone saw us right now they would think that we were into some freaky shit. Here I was dressed to the nines, cowering away from a sexy-as-fuck man who was wearing nothing but a thin shirt, baggy ball shorts, and tennis shoes. I glance up to see my mother get in her car and drive off with a beep to her horn sounding in her wake. I vaguely hear Alex mumble something and glance back at him, my chest rising and falling with fast pants.
“Punishment it is,” he whispers before leaping forward.
I was so caught off guard that I didn’t have enough time to get away. His fingers close around my ankle and he starts pulling me toward him. Of course, I’m kicking and screaming the entire time, but that doesn’t stop him. If anything, I think the asshole is getting excited by my fighting.
“Let me go,” I bark, kicking my foot out, missing his face by mere inches.
He lets out a deep bark of laughter. “Never. You’re mine now, little girl.”
I can’t believe this is happening right now. I am on the hood of Alex’s truck; Triple-A’s fucking dad and he just said that I was his. Am I freaking dreaming? I know I have to be because that would mean that he wants me. It would have to be a cold day in Hell. If Triple-A ever found out about this, he would kick my ass. And he would be able to do it too because he’s as big as his dad.
If only I wasn’t such a horny little girl when I was younger. None of this would be happening right now. But then again, I wouldn’t have Triple-A if Alex and I hadn’t gotten together. It didn’t matter how much pain I went through; my son was worth it all. He was my constant when the only thing I wanted to do was break down and cry. I lived for him, not myself.
Now here I am in the clutches of his father and there is nowhere I can go. It would be the perfect time to tell him that he was a father, maybe then he would let me go. But I knew just as soon as I did that he would be just like all those other fathers out there and shit himself before leaving me yet again. That was something that I didn’t think I could handle. I was just fine knowing that he was the father and him not knowing. Then he wouldn’t be able to ditch us again. I don’t think I could handle it if he found out about his son and then hit the road like he did last time.
He was innocent by default right now. If he knew and ran, then he would be guilty of exactly what I feared. He would be a deadbeat father to my son and I don’t think that I could handle the pain in Triple-A’s eyes when he found out. And he would. My son was never one to be kept in the dark for long on anything. I’m surprised that I’ve kept this secret for as long as I have. But I knew that my time was running out. Alex would find out and then he would try to take Triple-A away from me.
I do believe keeping quiet is best. How long would that give me though? Alex isn’t the type of person to not know every secret. You can just tell by how he carries himself that he prides himself in knowing all the things he has to know about someone. The identity that Triple-A is my son will come out eventually. And if I have to, I will pull Alex’s trick and run with my son. No one was going to take my baby away from me.
Chapter Ten
Alex
“You can’t run forever, sweetheart,” I whisper as I pull her toward me.
She didn’t fight me anymore, but I think it was more from the loss of breath than it was from being close to me. I pull her until her legs are on either side of me and I’m settled against her core. I watch her as she continues to look toward the sky. I was about to ask her what was wrong—even though I was pretty sure the answer would be me—until she spoke softly.
“Have you ever just stopped everything you were doing to look at the sky?”
I cock my head to the side, debating if I need to take her to the hospital over hitting her head. “No.”
She smiles and closes her eyes. “You’re missing out, Pierce.”
Yeah, I’m missing out, but not by looking at the sky. I’m missing out by not being inside you.
“How so?” I ask instead, pulling her the rest of the way off the truck.
Her eyes stay trained on the sky until my face comes into view. A shy smile breaks across her face and I can’t resist the temptation of her lips. I lean forward and I’m surprised to find that she doesn’t pull away. Pressing my lips to hers, it felt like my mouth and every other part of my body was licked with fire. I press the weight of my body against hers, trapping her between me and the truck. I raise my hand and weave my fingers through her long hair and deepen the kiss. Gently licking her plump lower lip, I take it into my mouth and suck, hard. Her gasp is the opening I need as I slip my tongue into her mouth and almost die from the pleasure it brings.
Her tongue playfully bats at mine and my mouth is filled with the taste of peppermint. God, even her taste is out of this world. I groan, tightening my grip in her long tresses, emitting a whimper from her. I place my other hand on the hood of my car, effectively caging her in. I feel her hands clutch my shirt in her fists, as she pulls me closer to her. I growl, breaking the kiss. I breathe harshly against her open lips, and I’m pleased to find that she’s just as breathless as I am. This is definitely not a fluke. Sin calls to me on an unheard of level, and if it was a coincidence, then it wouldn't feel like my heart was about to pound out of my chest.
“We… better get… out of here,” I exhale and lick her lips once more.
I go in for another kiss, not being able to help myself. She giggles and stops me with a nudge of her hand. I open my eyes that I didn’t realize I’d shut.
“We are about two seconds from a charge of indecent exposure,” she informs me and it's then I realize there are people outside of the diner.
I look over my shoulder and then back down at her, smiling. “Ah, I don’t care. It’s probably more action than they’ve seen in a month.”
“Get in the truck, Romeo.” Her sex-fueled voice drives me fucking insane.
I lower my head, taking her lips in a soft kiss. Just the feel of her pressed up against me after all of this time is out of this world. I don’t know whether to run through the streets shouting or to partake of her delicate flesh in front of everyone. Since the second is out of the question and the first is just too embarrassing, I opt for number three. Just taking her home with me. I break the kiss and see that her eyes are almost a solid black and her cheeks are flushed likes she’s just been for a run. I run my finger up the outside of her arm, before cupping her cheek in my hand.
When she sighs and rubs against me like a kitten, I chuckle, then press a kiss against her lips one last time before leaning away. I fight with myself on whether I should let her go or not. She could either run or get in the car like a good little girl. She must have noticed my hesitance because her palm came up to cup my face. I reflexively lean into her touch and sigh, closing my eyes once more.
“Don’t worry, I’m getting in too,” she states, and my eyes pop back open to bore into her molten gray orbs.
I smile. “Good, because you wouldn’t be able to handle more than one punishment.”
I lean back and see
that her mouth has fallen slack. She just stares at me as I make my way to the driver side door. I pause with my hand on the handle and just stare at her. I begin to think that she is about to bolt. I ready myself, only to ease my guard a second later when she snaps out of whatever trance she was in and walks to the passenger side. Unlocking the car, we both get inside. It’s a lot tougher for her to get into the Ford Raptor and I have to bite back a laugh as she tries two separate times to get inside.
She growls in frustration and lays her head down on the seat. “Can’t I just go like this,” she jokes and I can’t help but to burst into a fit of laughter.
Still laughing at her, I open my door and come around to her side. She stands up when I near her and turns around holding her hands out to me. I cock an eyebrow and smirk. She lets her head fall to the side while holding her arms up as if I’m supposed to pick her up by her sides. Wrong again, sweetheart. Stepping forward, I grab her ass with both hands and easily lift her off the ground. She gasps, wraps her legs around my hips, and clings to my shoulders with her hands.
I move forward and set her down on the seat, making sure to rub my erection against her center as I do. She licks her lips and I have to fight the urge to reach out and use my teeth to nibble on her delicate little tongue. The girl has no idea how sexy she is. But she was going to find out, soon. I would make sure of that. I’ve already made up my mind that I will have her again. It didn’t matter if it was out here for the whole world to see or on my bed in the privacy of my home.
“Buckle up, sweetheart,” I release, stealing a kiss before shutting her door.
I stay at her door for a moment trying to calm myself down. I take a cleansing breath of air before I start walking back to my side of the car, adjusting myself along the way. Damn, she has no idea how hard she gets me. It didn’t matter if she was doing a tattoo, walking, or even breathing. The girl tears me up every fucking time I see her.
That was going to stop tonight.
It may be fucked up, but I was going to use her until she couldn’t walk tomorrow. Having all this pent up sexual frustration is not good for a person. After tonight, I would not be worrying about that anymore. I’d use her until she was a mess of orgasms and sweat on my bed.
I open my door and climb inside, peering at her from the corner of my eye to see that her hands are fidgeting in her lap and her knee is bouncing a mile a minute. I smile and start the truck. Pulling out onto the street, I glance over at her. When she looks back at me, I wink and look back at the traffic. The only thing going through my mind at that moment was: let the fucking begin.
Chapter Eleven
Sinclair
No. Fucking. Way.
Was he for real right now? This can’t be where he lives. I mean, you have to go through a damn iron gate just to get access to the driveway. This can’t be the same guy that lived in that house all those years ago.
“This is your house?” I ask, knowing full and well my shock was evident in my voice.
“Don’t look so surprised,” he chuckles.
I stare openmouthed as the house came into view. It wasn’t the mansion that I thought was going to be there, but the house was massive nonetheless. It was also stunningly beautiful. It would be any person’s dream home, that’s for sure. It would put you in the mind of a hunter’s lodge in the middle of the woods. The wooden beams running along the sides of the house were the color of cedar and one side of the house was nothing but glass overlooking the fields to the east. There was only one word that came to mind when I saw it up close.
“Wow,” I exhale on a sigh.
I’ve only seen a house like this in the movies. No person I knew could afford something like this. And it had to be some kind of mistake. I have Alex pegged as a lot of things, but a cabin dweller was not one of them. His persona just puts off a clean, sterile vibe and this house was nothing of the sort. I figured he would live in a penthouse somewhere in town that overlooked the city of Detroit. Hell, I didn’t even know places like this even existed anymore.
“I take it that you approve?” I hear Alex ask from the driver seat.
I nod my head absent-mindedly, never taking my sight off the house itself. When we came to a stop in the stone driveway, I just sat in my seat. There was no way that I was going to get out of this car. Everything looked so perfect and I didn’t want to taint that with the likes of me. I’ve never seen a home like this before¸ let alone been invited into one.
I fidget in my seat when I hear Alex unbuckle his seat belt. I don’t know what he expects from me if I walk in there now. In fact, I’m actually afraid by what he does expect. I’ve never been in this situation before and never thought I would be actually. I’ve never actually gone to another guy’s house before. Damn, my stomach was in knots.
I clear my throat and look down at my hands. “I’ve never been to a man’s house before.”
Did I really just say that?
If heads could whip faster than his, I would really like to see it. I swear he had to have gotten whiplash from that.
“Really? But you're, uh… You’re so…” he pauses and shifts his gaze back to the road and clears his throat. “You’re so hot.”
I cover up a snicker with my hand. He really has no idea that it’s me. Wow, this should be super interesting.
“I’m not lying,” I say when the threat of laughing isn’t so dire. “I made a pact with Triple-A…” I immediately stop when I realize that I have just openly said Alex’s son’s nickname to him.
“Who is Triple-A?”
Damn, I half hoped he was ignorant and wouldn’t catch that part.
I shake my head. “He’s no one, Pierce. At least no one to you,”
God, could I really make things worse?
The only thing he does is grunt in reply. I blow out a breath and silently thank God that he didn’t pursue that any further. Why was I always so flippant with my words around him? I constantly forgot myself when I was around him. It shouldn’t be this bad now. I was older, more mature. Forgetting where I am and who I am with should be a thing of the past.
I try swallowing past the lump in my throat and croak, “I’ve just never done this before. So, I uh, I don’t know how to act.”
Desperate, Sin… Truly fucking original.
There was silence until I hear Alex snicker lightly, as if he were trying to get the tension to lessen. “Don’t worry, I’m not the big bad wolf, Sin… At least not all the time,” he says in a hypnotic voice before pulling to a stop and stepping out of the truck.
How am I supposed to respond to something like that? The man apparently doesn’t know the power that he holds over me. This was going to be a long night. I watch as he walks around the front of the car, noticing his strut and the air of confidence surrounding him. Yes, it was definitely going to be a long night.
I unbuckle my seatbelt just as he opens my door. With my door in his right hand, he bows low and waves his left hand in one long swipe. He peers up at me through his lashes with a cocky smirk gracing his lips and I believe that I’ve died and gone to Hell. Just the look that he’s giving me makes me a mess of hormones and wet panties.
If only you knew how hot you are.
He cocks and eyebrow up at me and smiles. “I’m glad that you think so, Sin, because you’re not so bad yourself.”
My eyes shift barely to meet his and I find that I said that last part out loud. My cheeks instantly heat with embarrassment. There is no way that this could get any worse.
“I did not just say that out loud,” I groan, slapping a hand to my forehead. “Did I?”
He straightens up and comes closer to me, caging me in the passenger seat. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you did.”
I let my head fall back against the headrest, shutting my eyes. “Wow. Just… Wow.”
He chuckles softly and I feel the back of his hand glide down the side of my cheek. “Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself. There are actually many women that don’t have the balls to say what you j
ust did.”
I have no idea why, but that irritates me. Just hearing about him with any other woman has my claws itching to come out and shred someone. It was stupid to think that he never got his rocks off with the countless women that fawn over him on a day-to-day basis. I didn’t want to think about all those women that got a piece of Alex. I want to be the only woman who has him. I want to be the only one who can make him so completely crazy with need that he has to have me right then and there.
It wasn’t fair. Why did God make someone so deliciously handsome? There is only so much a woman can take. And let me tell you, I’m at the end of my rope. Yes, he hurt me when I was younger but was that really his fault? He didn’t know that I had a major crush on him back then. He basically fucked and dumped me. It was something that I couldn’t be mad about. I wanted to scratch the eyes out of the women he’s been with over the years, and I’m sure there’ve been plenty. Fuck! I want to be mad at him. I want him to know what he did to me, but how could I tell him? He would think that I was some crazy loon of a woman if he didn’t already.
“Let’s just get inside, Pierce,” I whisper, hoping that my voice wasn’t weak and revealing my obvious need for him.
He just stands there and I try to train my gaze somewhere else besides his gorgeous face. He finally gets the hint and backs away from the door. I turn around in my seat and slide out until my feet touch the ground. I sidestep him as he shuts the door, the entire time lost in the pull of his muscles underneath his t-shirt. I swear, I could throat punch my damn self. I didn’t need to be ogling a man that I couldn’t have. I need to stay true to the words tattooed on my chest. I can’t let him bind me. And if I stay here for more than a few minutes I know that’s exactly what he’s going to do, without ever realizing it.
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