Unintended: A Sin Series Standalone Novel (The Sin Trilogy Book 5)

by Georgia Cates

  “I think it’ll be romantic if Mitch comes and takes me. That’s what Dad did with you. And the same with Kieran and Westlyn, except with more force. Both of those instances worked out.”

  Arabella inhales and releases her breath slowly. “I’m relieved that you’re finally accepting Mitch as your fate.”

  “Well, I’m relieved that he isn’t disgusting. He’s even better looking in person. And taller than I expected. And more muscular.” Sounds like Shaw was noticing every detail about Mitch. “Thank you for bringing us here.”

  “It was just fate for you two to meet today.”

  “I think so too.”

  I spent the day showing Arabella and Shaw around Edinburgh, particularly some of the best places to eat and shop. We even went into a bridal shop and looked at dresses. My mum would be furious if she knew I did that with Arabella instead of her.

  I enjoyed our time together. Arabella is so much more pleasant than my mother, and Shaw showed me a new side of her I’d not seen. One I like very much. I think we could be fast friends.

  Everything about my new life is good. I didn’t know that I could be this happy and with people who were strangers to me not so long ago.

  I’ve heard people say that it’s possible to meet someone new and feel like you’ve known each other for years. That’s how I feel about Kieran. Like we’ve known each other in another life and this isn’t our first time meeting.

  I feel myself beginning to care for him. It’s not love yet, but I feel like that’s something that could come easily… especially if we continue to grow closer through physical intimacy.

  Every time he touches my body, another part of me becomes his. At the rate we’re going, he’ll own every part of me by the time we marry.

  Only a month until I’m Mrs. Kieran Hendry. I wonder if I’ll already be pregnant when I walk down the aisle. Part of me hopes not, but then another part hopes I am so I can please Kieran; I know a baby would make him happy.

  A son. An heir. That’s what Kieran wants first, and then sweet little girls to adore and spoil. I wonder if there’s a way to increase the odds of conceiving a boy. I think that’s something I should investigate.

  My head is tilted back, the water rinsing the conditioner from my hair. My eyes are closed, but I hear the bathroom door open and then close again. “Kieran?”

  “It’s me. I’m coming in.” Amazing how quickly I’m becoming accustomed to living with Kieran and doing everyday domestic things together. Like showering at the same time. God, I love the way his hands feel on me when my skin is wet. It’s so much more sensitive and responsive.

  “You missed dinner.”

  “I’m sorry. I had Order business. I should have called.” He isn’t in his I just shot and killed some people funk, so I’m guessing he was taking care of another kind of business.

  “It’s okay, but I would have appreciated a call to let me know you’d be late.” I hope that didn’t sound like a nag.

  He stands behind me and places his hands on my hips, giving me a sweet kiss on the side of my neck. “You’re acting like my wife or something.”

  “I can’t imagine why.”

  He releases me and begins washing his hair. “Not much longer until you walk down the aisle wearing a pretty white dress.”

  “I looked at wedding dresses today.”

  “Only looked?”

  “My mum and sister will want to be there when I buy my dress. And probably Bleu and Ellison and Lorna as well. Ellison and Shaw will need dresses too. Maybe we can make a girls’ day out of it.” I know the girls will love Shaw. And she’s going to be Mitch’s wife. She’s becoming part of our girls’ group even if she doesn’t know it yet.

  “I’m not sure that Shaw will need a dress; Mitch is going to call off the whole thing if she keeps acting like a brat.”

  I can’t wait to tell him about today. “Trust me… Shaw will need a dress. Soon.”

  “Has something happened?”

  “I took your mum and Shaw to The Fellowship pub for lunch today. Mitch came in while we were there. He took Shaw outside for a private conversation and told her that she had until Sunday to come to him. If she doesn’t, he’s coming for her.” I’ve never been prouder of Mitch.

  “I would say good for him except that’s the worst fucking thing in the world he could have said to her. She hates ultimatums.”

  “She didn’t hate this one. She thinks it’s romantic for him to come and take her. And I think he should do it before Sunday. Maybe we take her to Ellison’s inception ceremony with us, and he snatches her from there.”

  “Why would he do that when he doesn’t have to?”

  “Because she thinks it’s romantic to be stolen. I think she’d find it extra romantic if he tells her he couldn’t wait until Sunday. She also won’t be expecting it, which would be a nice touch.” I think Shaw is like me. Deep down she likes a bossy alpha even if she doesn’t know it yet. “Shaw is going to be Fellowship. She wouldn’t question a request for her presence at the ceremony. It’s a perfect opportunity.” I’m sure she’d be eager to go so that she can see Mitch again.

  “I like your idea a lot. I’ll talk to Mum and Dad, and if they approve, I think we should make it happen.”

  I love that Kieran listens to my ideas and allows me to have a voice. “I’ll talk with Mitch as soon as you have your parents’ approval.”

  “This ceremony is coming at a good time. I can use this opportunity to meet your people while they’re gathered in one place.”

  “I should probably schedule a time for you to officially meet my mum and sister before the ceremony.”

  “Aye, it would be nice to be introduced to your mum while I’m wearing clothes… and not being ridden like a bull.”

  Oh God. I still can’t believe my mum walked in on Kieran and me like that. We weren’t doing it… yet, but I was on top of him about to sink down on his dick. So humiliating. But I don’t think she cared at all. She was too high about learning that I was going to marry a leader.

  “So many people to meet. So much to learn about each other.”

  We swap places so Kieran can stand under the water. “What would my wife-to-be like to know about me?”

  “Everything, but start with what kind of work you do when you’re not…” I hate to say killing. “When you’re not solving problems for the brotherhood?”

  His chuckle relieves me. “I’m a numbers guy. I do most of the accounting and bookkeeping. Projections, statistics, etcetera.”

  He’s an accountant? “You’re about to be my husband. Why did I not know that about you?”

  “I wasn’t formally trained. I didn’t go to college. I just happen to be good with numbers.”

  I hear something there in his voice. Regret? Chagrin?

  Breckenridge men have higher educations, but I don’t want Kieran to believe I see him as less because he didn’t pursue that. “College degrees are mostly unnecessary in our world. Being a lawyer or doctor… those kinds of things are the exception. I have a college degree, but a lot of good it’s done me.”

  “I would have liked to have attended college, but I was too busy mastering my skill.”

  Kill skill. Well, if he’s the one doing the killing, then he’s not the one being killed. That’s the only positive way to look at what he does.

  “I’m surprised that Abram allowed you to attend college since a woman typically only continues her education to learn a trade for contribution.”

  “My education was in childhood practices.” It’s embarrassing to admit how I talked my father into it. “I was supposed to be learning how to properly mother Sin’s children, the future of The Fellowship. That’s why my father conceded and allowed me to attend.”

  Kieran chuckles. “Your education wasn’t for nothing. You were learning how to mother my children.”

  “I guess it’s a good thing, because I damn sure didn’t learn how to parent a child by example.” I wonder if Kieran has considered that… tha
t my parenting could mimic the worst parents on earth.

  “I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful mother.”

  I want to be a good mother, but I’m not sure I have it in me. “I hope Arabella doesn’t mind if I count on her for parenting advice. I sure can’t count on mine.”

  “I’m sure she would love to advise you. My mum was a wonderful mother. She loves babies so much.” She must. She had five. “She’s excited to have a grandchild. My father is too.”

  The only reason my mother would be excited for a grandchild is so she can brag about it being the next leader. That’s sad. It’s also sad to say that the kindest thing she ever did for her children was handing us over to a nanny. She was a horrible mother. But she’s still my mother.

  “Talking about our baby makes me want to work on it.” He wraps his arms around me from behind, filling his hands with my breasts and squeezing. His mouth presses to the side of my neck. “I thought about you, and this, all day. I could hardly add one and one.”

  I lean into him, feeling his erection against my bum. “I did some research today. I have something for us to try.”

  He thrusts his pelvis so his hard cock pokes into one of my cheeks. “I like the sound of that.”

  “But not here. In the bed.”

  He turns off the water. “By all means.”

  We move straight to the bed, not taking time to dry off. I place my hand on his chest when we reach the bedside so he’ll know to hold up. “Turns out that there are theories about how to conceive a boy.”

  He grins. “You have my attention.”

  “Boy sperm needs a shorter distance to swim to the womb in order to win the race. They’re weak and die off before crossing the finish line if deposited too far away from the mouth of the womb. Girl sperm is resilient and will soldier on after the boys die.” I can’t stop my grin. “We need to do it in a position with deep penetration.”

  Kieran wraps his hand around his erection and slaps it against my stomach. “With a dick like this, all positions involve deep penetration.”

  He’s so proud of his manhood. And he should be. Even though I’ve not been with anyone else, I still know it’s impressive. “Some positions are deeper than others because of my anatomy.”

  “Deep penetration. Got it.”

  He moves toward me, and I stop him with my hand again. “Also… I need to come before you. Boy sperm have a better chance at survival if the alkaline secretion released with orgasms is already present.”

  “You always orgasm before me. Because I’m nice like that.” Kieran is a very giving lover. He has made every sexual experience between us pleasurable, which makes me want to do it more and more. Smart move on his part.

  “Yes, you are nice like that. And I very much appreciate it.”

  “I think the first thing on our to-do list is to give you an orgasm.”

  I sit on the bed and scoot to the middle. He moves over my lower body and moves his nose up and down between my legs, inhaling deeply. “You always smell so good. I can’t get enough of this scent.”

  His mouth devours everything between my legs. Kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling. It’s done with meticulous skill. “You are so good at that.”

  I open my legs wider and he places his thumb at the top of my slit, pulling upward and completely exposing my clit for his tongue. So much more sensitive that way. “That feels amazing.”

  Kieran inserts his fingers and pumps, rubbing me on the inside with curled fingers. I lift my head from the bed to watch him between my legs. He looks at me and I’m a goner when our eyes meet. “Ohh… uh… ohh.” I push my fingers into the top of his hair and tilt my hips up so that he is rubbing and licking me in the most sensitive areas, in the most exquisite way.

  I whimper and writhe beneath him. He sucks and licks harder, and the pleasure goes on and on. “Kieran, I’m still coming.”

  It finally ends and my body turns into a big panting mess of toneless muscle and trembling legs. “That is one good-tasting pussy you have there.”

  “That is one vulgar-talking mouth you have there.”

  He chuckles. “I could be less vulgar if you like. Maybe I could say something like madam, your vagina is an excellent vintage. Or I could say that your flower is fragrant and your nectar is sweet.”

  I can’t do cheesy. “Go back to vulgar.”

  “Aye, I do vulgar well.” Kieran takes his fingers out of me. “Orgasm, successful. What’s next on the menu for making a baby boy?”

  I push myself up and move to my knees, turning around and scooting closer to Kieran before I get on all fours. “Doggy style. It was number one on the list.”

  “Oh. Fuck. Yes.”

  I knew he was going to be keen on this one. I lower my head, pressing my forehead into the mattress, and lift my bum in the air.

  “Mmm… you don’t even know how many times I’ve fantasized about doing this to you.” Kieran puts his hands on my bum and does some kind of jerking motion to make my cheeks jiggle. “Mmm… I need to get inside you before I come on the bed.”

  He rubs his tip through my wet center and slides into me slowly. The groan leaving his mouth can’t be mistaken for anything except pure, unadulterated ecstasy. It’s thrilling to hear. I want him to take great pleasure in my body, to revel being inside me on a level that he never enjoyed with any of the women who came before me.

  He moves in and out, and I arch my back, tilting my bum upward until we find the perfect angle. I’m shocked by how incredible he feels in this position. “Ohhh… Kieran.”

  “I love hearing you say my name.” He grasps my hips and squeezes, his fingertips digging into my flesh, and he uses that grip to move me on and off his cock faster. “And I love watching myself slide in and out of you.”

  He picks up the pace, and his legs, hips, and balls slam against my bum and thighs, making a loud slapping noise each time our bodies meet. “You hear that? That’s what some good fucking sounds like.”

  Deep. Penetration. I understand the meaning of those two words on a whole new level now. “This feels so different.” So good. I wasn’t sure I would like it this way, but I do.

  “I’m about to come.” Kieran groans and reaches around my body. He loops his arm around my waist, pulling me hard against his body when he drives into me one last time. Balls deep. “Ohhh… fuck, Westlyn.” He lies on me, his front against my back, and pins me against the bed so I can’t move.

  He stills and his mouth is next to my ear. “No one is ever going to take you away from me. Ever. I’ll kill anyone who tries.” I turn my face toward his and he leans forward, kissing the corner of my mouth roughly. “Oh fuck, I think I may be obsessed with you. The thought of losing you makes me insane.”

  “I’m yours, Kieran, and not because of an arrangement between our brotherhoods. I freely choose to be yours… and that can never be undone. Not by anyone.”

  I told Kieran I could go on my own to visit Mitch; it’s completely safe, but he refuses to let me go without him. He’s just as protective of me as Sin is of Bleu. I guess some women wouldn’t like the possessiveness, but not me. I love that he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep me safe. His drive makes him an alpha, and that’s a huge turn-on. A weak man would never do it for me.

  He’s a strong man who takes what he wants. And he wanted me. There’s nothing any sexier in my eyes.

  Mitch comes around his desk to hug me when Kieran and I enter his office. “Wes… what a nice surprise.”

  “I’m sorry to bother you. I know you must be busy, but we won’t stay long.”

  “It’s fine, but I’m curious about why you’re here.”

  “I have an idea I’d like to discuss with you, but first I want to know what you thought of Shaw.”

  Mitch beams. I’ve never seen him smile bigger. “I think she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I look forward to…” Mitch looks at Kieran and then back at me. “Coming to know her.” He isn’t fooling Kieran or me. We both know what he means i
s that he looks forward to claiming her. Knowing her as his wife.

  “Shaw thinks you’re handsome, which is a good start.”

  “Lennox didn’t come out and say it, but based upon her absence at the treaty meeting, I strongly suspect that she doesn’t want to marry me.”

  “She didn’t, but her feelings have changed since meeting you.” I see relief on Mitch’s face. “She isn’t going to come to you though.”

  He chuckles. “I never thought she would, but I had to give her the opportunity.”

  “She wants to be taken.”

  “That’s good to know because I’m coming for her Sunday. And I told her as much.” Mitch looks at Kieran. “I assume there will be no problem with that since I’m certain that you want to keep Westlyn.”

  I understand that Mitch’s words aren’t intended to be a challenge, but I don’t think Kieran will feel the same. He’s so hypersensitive about my being taken away from him.

  “Regardless of your situation with Shaw, Westlyn stays with me. Always. I’ll never give her up.”

  I place my hand on Kieran’s leg and squeeze it to calm him. “There isn’t going to be a problem. Shaw is planning to go with you, but I have an idea.”

  “About what?”

  “She thinks it’s romantic to be taken. Stolen. I was thinking that perhaps you do it before Sunday since she won’t be expecting it. And I think she’ll love that you couldn’t wait any longer to have her.”

  Mitch props his elbow on the armrest of his chair and rubs his hand back and forth over his chin—he always does that when he’s contemplating. “This would be all right with you and Lennox? I wouldn’t want to do anything to cause problems in the treaty agreement.”

  Kieran places his hand on top of mine. “Westlyn thinks it’s a good idea, and I’m inclined to agree. My parents do as well. And they’re ready to make good on their portion of the treaty agreement.”

  Now for the rest of the plan. “Ellison’s inception ceremony is in a few days, and there’s going to be a party at Duncan’s afterward. I think it’s the perfect opportunity for you to take her.”