Sin's Flower

by Carlene Love Flores

  She thought that would bring him back up to the surface and save her from the pending heart attack.

  “I don’t care.”

  Shoot. “Well, I do.”

  “Are you sure? Because I’m really doing just fine.”

  Yeah, sure he was. Aside from the concussion he was probably suffering from. The thought locked her knees together again.

  “Ow. Okay, you win.”

  She stood and found her undies, slipping them back on while Jaxon just sat completely at home with his surroundings and his naked body.

  She took a seat on the floor then and hung her hand over his knee. “I wish that had gone better.”

  “Me too, Lily.”

  “I know, I’m sorry. I’m gonna go take a bath.”

  Please hear how badly I want you to join me without making me say it. Please take just one more chance on me.

  * * * *

  “I’m coming with you. I hope you don’t mind,” Jaxon said, unwilling to let Lily’s unfounded self-consciousness ruin this for her.

  He knew an invitation when he heard one. Even though it felt like she was asking him to run laps around the track until they both ran out of gas, he didn’t care. She was finding her way and he wasn’t the dumbass who was gonna say no thanks due to silly pride.

  “I’d like that,” she said.

  She sat on the toilet while he filled the tub.

  “Here, toss this in there,” she said with her eyes locked on his.

  “What’s that?”

  The pink ball she held out to him smelled like circus cotton candy but he took it and held the salty hardness in his hands.

  “It’s a fizzy bath bomb. Tris keeps them stocked and they’re always different. Sometimes when they melt away, there’s little trinkets inside.”

  “This one looks glittery. You sure about this? It could get in your eye,” he said, wanting to be able to see her clearly without too much fluff in the way.

  That was it, another cleverly worded warning to her that every moment he spent with her, he was closer and closer to pouncing. He’d always stop when she asked him to. But she’d have to be clear.

  The tub was a third full and he let the bath ball fall. It dunked and plummeted, fizzing pink curdles quickly. And glitter.

  “So, my lovely Lily. Are you ready to get sparkly with me?”

  “Yes, but hold on.” She rubbed her hands together and then ducked to rummage through the cabinet under the bathroom sink. “There we go.”

  He watched her body’s intricate movements as she plugged in a small radio and then set a small white plastic globe on the counter. She then locked the bathroom door, testing it twice and pushed a button on the globe before finally turning off the main light switch. The bathroom had become warm from the water filling the tub and on the ceiling he saw stars. Not because his head was swimming with lust for her shapely thighs, hips, calves and the way her breasts bobbed beneath her loose tee. The globe was a star shooting night lamp. And it projected a midnight purple sky scene on the ceiling. Other than that glow, the bathroom was dark. He sat there on the cold edge of the tub, in a trance.

  “Do you like it?” she asked.

  “I love it. Come here.”

  “Wait, one more thing.”

  She hit play on the portable mp3 player and uttered the word shuffle as she pushed one more button to make that selection.

  Jaxon just sat there watching her try to douse the nerves he knew were biting her in the ass right now. He’d learned her anxious cues in their short time together.

  “Better?” He reached a hand out to her.

  She nodded. “You’re so beautiful Jaxon,” she said to him while finally letting her gaze lower over his body, down to his toes and back up, slowly.

  Until the day he died, he’d never forget her hand reaching out to his and putting it on the hem of her shirt. “I really need that bath,” she spoke so breathily.

  “I like your shirt by the way. Purple makes your eyes intense,” he told her as he lifted it up and then set it on the toilet seat where it would be in hands reach if she felt the urge. He reached back to turn off the water before it became too full for two adult bodies to sink in. “Oops. That’s pretty full. Guess I was distracted by the sexy, hot woman standing right here in front of me.”

  She stood there hugging him. With her skin melded to his, he knew her problem wasn’t being close to him, but him seeing her body. “I’m just going to slide these off.” He kept his eyes with hers and felt his way to her waist band to slide her panties down. He put those on top of her tee and felt back around until his hands rested over her full cheeks. “You have a great ass baby.”

  As he squeezed and rubbed it softly, he swayed with her to the solemn song playing on her player. He knew this one. Not one of his but similar to Sin Pointe’s style. When they did a ballad, they did it dark and raw. And this one by Phosphorescent reminded him of home—guitars, late Los Angeles nights, and disappointment. He craved a new memory and so he strummed his fingers up her soft, warm back, fingering pressure points along her spine and bent down so he could cover her mouth with his. Eventually she would see that he only wanted to worship her, spend time with her, talk to her, make love with her. Eventually she would know how beautiful she was. He kept up his whispered words, helping her to get there. “I like your bath time set up. You should always pamper yourself like this.” He had the feeling she probably only indulged once in a while.

  “Special occasions,” she said so softly it was like her voice had been claimed by the shadows of the mostly dark bathroom they swayed in. “I don’t want to use up all my sister’s bath stuff.”

  “Have you thought about getting your own place?” The song changed to another slow one, this time one of his favorites by Sheryl Crow. “I mean, here in town, so you stay close but have something of your own.” He kept his kisses attuned to her mouth, cheeks, nose, and eyelids.

  “I hadn’t thought that far yet. Everything I make, I put back into the dress shop,” she said distractedly.

  He held her with one hand at the shoulders now and as they talked and swayed, he stepped them closer to the tub. Only one slow step at a time. “Mmm. Maybe you should. For my visits,” his voice tickled her ear. “But close because I wouldn’t want you out in the middle of nowhere on your own.”

  Maybe he could talk Lucky into contracting with him to build Lily her own flat, something like what he’d done for Grace. The lot here was plenty big enough to accommodate another two-bedroom sized home.

  He lifted his leg and hers obediently followed, their two feet landing in the hot tub water together. And then the other. They remained standing and swaying up to their mid shins. Lily hugged herself to his chest and while Jaxon would love to have a moment to simply gaze at her silhouette, he loved the warmth their bodies created when pressed together. Even the overly sweet smell of the sugar bomb appealed to him, standing there holding her to him so intimately.

  “Oh, this is one of my favorite songs,” she said, stirring the fluffy water with her foot. He took it as a cue to sit down. He then scooted all the way back until his skin touched against cool porcelain. He spread his thighs so she could sit between his legs and lean back into his chest.

  “I haven’t heard this one,” he said burying his face in her hair.

  “He’s new.”

  “Reminds me of Dave Mathews.”

  “That’s what I said too but Trissy said I was crazy and deaf.”

  They shared a laugh at that. “Your sister has a way with words.”

  “Jaxon?”

  “Yes?” he asked and skimmed his foremost wet fingertips in a trail of water and desire up the center of her belly, through the division of her rib cage and then up to her collarbone.

  “Kiss me.”

  He steadied himself and helped her turn to face him. It was so dark with just the lavender glow of the star show beaming up onto the ceiling that everything his hands asked her body to do, she obeyed without hesitating.
With her now laying on top of him and the water cuddling them in its warmth, he plunged his tongue so deeply into her mouth; her taste would stay with him for days. In the dark, her hands knew where to touch him. His pecs burned as she massaged them. “I trust you, baby,” Jaxon said. He didn’t realize that had ever been a question for him.

  * * * *

  “I trust you too.”

  The other thing she trusted in? That her perfectly capable boyfriend knew what he was doing and this would be a night she’d never forget.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  It was obvious where things were going and that she no longer had the will or felt the need to stop him. And being the man he was, probably didn’t want to worry about getting her pregnant.

  “Jaxon,” she pulled back from his lips and he nipped her right at first but she didn’t mind and it only stung a little. “I just wanted you to know I’m on the pill so we’ll be okay there.”

  “Okay.” The way he said it made it sound like the furthest thing from his mind but she felt better. As wishy washy as she’d been, it couldn’t hurt to let him know how sure she w—oh, time for mind numbing silence.

  A thick head nudged at her water-sealed entrance and erased her brain.

  Hair not long enough to grip. She stopped her petting of it and went lower where she met up with his wide, herculean shoulders and squeezed.

  “Sitting on you.”

  “Yes, you are baby. And it feels amazing,” he said as he pulled her body, sliding her up his abs and torso in a slick ride so that he could delve his tongue back into her mouth and suck at her lips.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Thank you, baby,” he said.

  She’d meant hard, that he was so hot and hard and perfect. It felt like she’d waited her whole life to have him making love to her like this. The way her legs fit perfectly over his narrow hips, the only narrow part on his gorgeous lover’s body. No sex she’d ever had felt like this. The four years she’d wasted her womanhood with that creep threatened to poke its awful head into this perfect moment but she refused and squeezed Jaxon’s waist with her thighs. For the first time, they felt muscular and not just big.

  “Do that again, baby,” he said, his accent coming back stronger.

  “What? This?” She knew what he wanted. The last two times her thighs had hugged him he’d gulped for a breath inside her mouth. She flexed and felt the inner muscles become tight around his hips because she’d slinked a little lower this time, her aching need searching for Jaxon to fill it.

  “Mmm,” he groaned. “Do you want me inside you, Lily?”

  She nodded.

  He spun her around in one of his strong arms so that she lay on the bottom of the tub, that arm of his cushioning her spine and neck. His fingers slid into the fullness of her hair and he held her there tightly. His other hand was tenderly at her cheek and just because it was dark didn’t mean she couldn’t see the immense need in his eyes. “Tell me, baby,” he said.

  “I want you inside me.”

  “Jaxon.”

  “Huh? Oh, I want you inside me, Jaxon.”

  “Mmm. Thank you, baby.”

  “Welcome.”

  While she lay there remarkably still, his hips shifted over hers, finding their natural place and suggesting she spread her knees further apart so he would fit. As far as was possible within the slick, cool confines of the tub, she opened herself to him. Making herself proud, she found the dip where his back, waist and buns all met up and pressed down hard enough that he knew she was ready for this. Ready for him. Candy scented foam ebbed in the water kissing their skin and his perfect, tight buns.

  After one last kiss on her lips, he let his mouth slip to her neck just below her ear; she had a feeling he might like to keep talking to her now and then. She was right.

  “Has it been a while, baby?”

  His thick fingers petted her opening and then slipped inside, one by one. She hadn’t meant to but the muscles lining her neglected female walls squeezed in response. She nodded, knowing he could feel it against his cheek.

  “Me too.”

  She knew that meant he needed more of her. She waited a few heartbeats and breaths, secretly working up the courage while enjoying the way his fingers explored her insides.

  “Jaxon,” she made sure to begin with because he seemed to like her saying his name, “I want—” but the words stuck in her throat. Even a quick cough didn’t loosen her up.

  He nuzzled her jawline with his smooth cheek, still suckling the skin under her ear lobe. “You want my dick in you?” he asked with a tiny hint of struggle which she appreciated.

  Well yes, that is what she wanted. She smiled to herself. “Yes, Jaxon.”

  His fingers slowly came out, and took hold of her hip, squeezing that thumb of his into her flesh with an immaculate pressure.

  If she didn’t help him now, he would have to remove his arm that was acting as her spine’s cushion so she swam her fingers through their warm bath water and found him. She’d seen him hard, both through pants and naked. But feeling him was another matter. He lifted his hips, giving more space for her hand and then slid himself between her fingers. “Ohhh,” she let out.

  “That’s it baby. Fuck. I’m so hard.”

  “I know, you really are,” she said sounding amazed because she truly was. His erection was hard like something that could do damage to other hard things. And most certainly to certain soft things. But she didn’t fear him hurting her. Just filling her up and making her feel things she’d never felt.

  “Like this?” Her hand slid down the length of him and then back up.

  “Yeah.” He nipped at her skin, holding a slice of it in his teeth before he let go. “No, I mean no. I’ll come in your hand.” He stilled his hips until his tip found its way back to her entrance. “Just relax, okay baby?”

  “Okay.”

  “And breathe.”

  She inhaled and exhaled for him while he watched her with his eyes, pinning her in place. He blinked a couple times and then breathed with her, not looking away for a second. If eyes had a voice, his were saying he loved doing this with her right now. When she let out her breath, his grip tightened both in her hair at the back of her head and over her hip, and then he was inside. Full, hard, perfect and beautiful. Thrusting until the tender skin under their short hairs touched, making contact because he was inside her all the way.

  She hadn’t really wanted to cry. He was making love to her like a sex god, a practiced one who had made General in his time amongst the other sex gods. What was about to bring her to tears was the adorable smile on his face that grew each time he pushed into her. “You’re smiling.”

  He nodded. Maybe he couldn’t talk. Maybe she’d left him speechless.

  A girl could dream.

  * * * *

  Jaxon knew he was grinning like an idiot but he couldn’t stop smiling. Only four songs had played but fucking Lily’s tight, hugging lips were about to make his dick sing. If he did come before her this time, she was first next. They had all night.

  “Baby, is it good? Do you like it?” He pumped into her again, sloshing water up to the rim of the tub.

  “Very good, Jaxon. Very good.”

  So she was close too. He bit his lips together, holding them with his teeth from the inside. Maybe what she needed was a rolling thrust. Yes, she moaned while he grinded himself against the soaking wet mass of hairs and arched his back. He felt her begin to squeeze not because she was playing with and taunting him but because her body was about to rip into a very well earned orgasm.

  Her mouth opened for him. Only her soft pants came out.

  He’d rather not take his eyes off her but he wanted to suck on her sweet pink tongue. Which was different. He’d never had that particular urge right before shooting his seed. Fuck, why was he thinking so much? But the genuine look of womanly lust for what his body was doing to her brought back his smile. He plunged himself in deep, all the way, splashing water t
his time onto the floor, again and then again until her eyes widened, her pussy gave him one last squeeze and then he let himself go. When he sank down onto her, their chests suctioned closed over each other. Mine whispered through his conscience. Mine.

  * * * *

  Whether Jaxon realized it or not, she was his. Even if he left here and his promise to make things work faded with time, or even if he showed up every weekend like she secretly hoped for. She was his pure and simple. All his and nothing could change that. She hoped.

  Nothing could take away the pure joy she felt right now with him laying on top of her in their candy sweet bath. Oh boy, her eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness to see that the surprise in this bath bomb had been a center burst of glitter. Jaxon’s back was bathed in it. She tried not to laugh while rinsing his skin with handfuls of glittery bath water that only made it worse.

  “What are you doing, baby?” he asked while nibbling at her ear lobe as they semi-floated together.

  “Um, just trying to wash off your sparkles. Glitter filled bath ball. Sorry.”

  “Okay.”

  He didn’t mind. God, who could have ever counted him as a jerk? She was baffled. And curious about Maryella’s mom.

  “I can’t believe it’ll be Christmas in a few hours. I’m so glad Maryella is here. Kids always make it more special.”

  “Yep, and it’s my job to make sure she believes in Santa for a very long time. Otherwise, you’re right, not as special.”

  “You’re a good dad, you know that?” She cupped another handful of water and sprinkled it over his back. He shivered while she stayed protected and warm in the water beneath him. For some reason, making love and talking about a baby he had made seemed natural.

  “Oh, I don’t know about that. I love my baby girl like no other though.”

  “Jaxon?”

  “Hmm?” he asked and nuzzled his cheek over her collarbone.

  “Can I ask you about Maryella’s mom?”

  The water rippled with small waves when he shifted onto his elbows and then laid his head back down where it had been. “You could.”