Original Cin: A Raptors MC Novel

by Elle Rease

“G’night,” she mumbled, drifting off to dream land.

  Chapter Eight

  A month later, Cinnia was getting into a comfortable rhythm while she adapted to her new—old—lifestyle.

  Her father had been discharged from hospital with a bag full of medication and an order from the doctor to eat more healthily. James Sloane quickly became a nuisance at home, urging them all to go on diets. It was round about that time that Cinnia had decided to move in with Brennan.

  She’d gone on a shopping spree to buy clothes that actually fit her and also put a few orders in at Drummond’s Tailors. Her courier from her previous work arrived, but there weren’t that many personal items in the box. She hadn’t been a fan of cluttering up her space in the city.

  Now that she worked for the club, though, she was careful to decorate her office with the many photographs she’s taken with Brennan, her family and friends since her return. Many of the Raptors members popped in during the day, and she was happy to see that the men were learning to accept the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere. The women were much more welcoming.

  She began exercising with Jemma, who was incredibly fit and strong. Cinnia had been stiff after the first week of Jemma’s regime, but quickly became accustomed. Brennan loved the way her curves firmed up, especially since it was making her ass rounder.

  She often visited Brennan at the tattoo parlor he managed. It was good to see him in a position that he loved so much, yet she wouldn’t be surprised if he did something for the club on the side. It looked as if most of the illegal dealings had been straightened out during the few years she’d been furthering her education. She was happy the Raptors were on the right side of the law.

  Even with all these changes, there was one thing that remained the same: Brennan’s appetite for her, and hers for him. She had thought that they would grow tired of each other after they’ve satisfied years’ worth of sexual frustration, yet that wasn’t the case. Twice a day was becoming the norm. It’s a good thing she remembered to take the Pill every morning, or she would be pregnant in no time.

  Some of her friends had contacted her via social media to find out where she was, but seemed to have lost interest once she told them she wouldn’t be going back to her city life. She found it amazing how detached that side of her life was: how had she been satisfied with it for so many years? Had Brennan really hurt her so deeply that she hadn’t wanted to make emotional connections with anyone else?

  At the end of the day, none of that mattered anymore. She was back where she belonged.

  With a sigh, she stopped daydreaming and focused her attention on her work. It was challenging to manage the books for Reade Drummond’s various enterprises. She’d had nearly six weeks’ worth of backlog when she had started, and she was currently about twenty days behind. Though it had its downsides, it also had perks: it was giving her a full picture of her boyfriend’s inheritance and her future in-laws’ enterprises.

  She was very proud that Reade had found a way to get the club back on the straight and narrow after his father had nearly ripped it to shreds with illegal business deals.

  “Cinnia Sloane.”

  A shudder of disgust went down her spine before she even knew who was addressing her. It’s funny how quickly her body had become accustomed to only being flattered by Brennan’s low, sexy voice. God, she was such a sap for that man.

  Looking up, she froze in her seat, careful not to show her sudden anxiety. “Hi, Will.”

  “You’re the only one who calls me that,” he chuckled, sauntering into her office and taking his sunglasses off. “‘Billy’ works just fine, darling.”

  “What can I do for you?” she asked politely. “If you’re looking for Reade, he’s in his office.”

  “Nah, I wanted to check on you.”

  William Abernethy sank down on a chair opposite her, appearing to be at ease. He was an attractive man with a shaven head and a black goatee, and his tattoos hidden under his shirt. He was broad-shouldered, like Brennan, but not as tall. When she’d been desperate—after Brennan’s betrayal—William had been the perfect distraction. In fact, she had nearly slept with him.

  “There’s not that much to check on,” she shrugged.

  “I heard you were back and couldn’t believe it. I was sure you would’ve been married to some other guy by now, after what Brennan did to you. I mean, you can do so much better.”

  Oh God, he was turning on the charm. She was going to vomit. “He’s the only man I want.”

  “You shouldn’t be so hasty, darling,” William grinned. “I could probably show you a better time.”

  “Maybe in another life.” Not, she added mentally.

  “You’re looking much better with the added weight, darling.” His eyes slithered down her cleavage, making her wish she’d dressed more conservatively. He licked his lips and smiled broadly. “Brennan did good, getting you once you rounded out.”

  Feeling trapped behind her desk, she stood up and headed for the door. “Sorry, I’ve got some errands to run,” she muttered. The hair on her arms raised as she heard him following. “It was lovely seeing you again, Will.”

  “Don’t go running off so fast, darling.” He took hold of her elbow and turned her around, stepping right into her personal bubble. “How serious are you about Brennan, hmm?” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and stroked a finger over her cheek. “Are you two exclusive? He usually doesn’t mind sharing.”

  He was so vile! She couldn’t believe that she’d been stupid enough to get involved with him. Thank the gods she had never uncrossed her legs for him!

  “Listen, asshole,” she hissed between clenched teeth, “I don’t care that you’re the Prez of the closest charter. If you don’t take your paws off me, you’ll regret it.” She tapped the Brennan’s Old Lady patch with a finger.

  “That doesn’t mean anything,” William murmured, leaning in as if to kiss her.

  Her self-defense training kicked in. She had his crotch in her hand in the time it took her to blink, and she squeezed until he groaned in pain. “I’m warning you, Billy,” she snapped. “Stay the hell away from me, got it?” He didn’t respond, so she squeezed even harder. “Got it?”

  “Yes!” he gasped, his face going red.

  “I think you better get that checked out,” she commented, pushing him away. “I might’ve just killed your chances of having another kid.” She turned on her heel, only to see Reade hovering in the hallway. He had a huge smile on his face. “Uh, hi.”

  “Ah called Bren for ye,” Reade informed her. He fixed William with a cold glare and pointed to his office. “Get in here. Now.”

  William stumbled past Reade and Cinnia hesitated at the threshold of her own office.

  “Reade?”

  He glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

  “Why’d you call Brennan?”

  “He deserves tae know when another man touches ye, lass.” And with that, the door was shut between them.

  Cinnia sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Perfect,” she mumbled, going back to her desk. Brennan was going to murder her, and it wasn’t even her fault!

  “You touched another man’s package, did you?”

  “Jesus!” she exclaimed, jumping in fright. She gave Brennan a reproachful look, hand over her beating heart. “Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

  Those icy eyes pinned her to the spot. He hadn’t even bothered to put a shirt on. His leather pants hung loose from his hips—despite the belt he was wearing—and his long, auburn hair was wild from the ride over here. He took her breath away.

  “You’ll answer my question first,” he ordered, stepping inside and slamming the door shut.

  Slowly, her brain rebooted. “I did it so he could back off,” she grumbled angrily. “Why are you mad at me?”

  “You touched another man’s package,” he repeated.

  “Not because I wanted to!”

  “Worst of all, you touched his.” Brennan looked a
s if he was ready to throttle someone. “As if you didn’t get up to enough shit with that asshole!”

  Her face warmed. “Hey, he put his hands on me! I was only using self-defense! Would you rather he fucked me?” She regretted the words the instant they were out.

  Brennan’s fists clenched and he breathed deeply. Those muscles in his arms and chest flexed dangerously, making her aware of his strength. He could crush her if he wanted to. His promise that he would never hurt her flitted through her mind but, with him so enraged, she didn’t trust that he would keep it.

  Don’t doubt him, she urged herself. He’ll smell it.

  “Follow me,” he commanded, exiting the office.

  She briefly shut her eyes, sending a quick prayer to God. Then, filled with trepidation, she sprinted after him. She frowned once she saw that he was making his way to the warehouse where the Raptors had welcomed her back. What the hell was going on in that arrogant, Scottish head of his?

  The walls sent the sound of their footfalls back to them, making her painfully aware of the fact that they were alone in here. He led her to the room where they’d fucked each other’s brains out, waiting for her to step inside before he locked the door.

  Her heart was thudding fast. She couldn’t discern between her excitement and her nerves.

  “Why did you bring me here?” she asked softly, her mouth dry.

  “I didn’t want anyone to hear what’s about to happen.”

  She backed away, feeling faint. “Brennan—”

  “I understand that you did what you could to get him to back off,” he interjected. There was clear tension in his body. “I’m glad you did, lass. But the next time something like that happens, you punch them. You kick them. You do not touch their cocks!”

  She knew it was pointless to argue that there’d been material between her hand and William’s member. Anything she said would just add to Brennan’s fury. What would he do then?

  “You bring out this… animal, Cin. I don’t like knowing your hand was on his dick.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  He stepped up to her and she flinched, swallowing nervously. Staring, he reached out to touch her, though his hands never made contact. They trailed, about half an inch from her skin, over her shoulders, to her breasts, to her waist.

  She had no clue why she was getting so turned on. Her core clenched, begging to be filled. Her nipples hardened, aching to be sucked on. What the hell was the matter with her?

  “Take your pants off.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise, yet she did as she was told, kicking her heels aside first.

  “I want to mark you,” he murmured, loosening his belt. At her terrified whimper, he placed a finger on her mouth. “Shh, lass. You’ll like it. Turn around and hold onto that shelf.”

  Trembling, she carried out his demand. There were tears in her eyes but, at the same time, she was getting wet from the thought of receiving punishment. Brennan was displaying pure Dominant behavior and, instead of it putting her off, she wanted to see what he’ll do.

  “My ass,” he said, letting his belt stroke her naked butt. “I get why men forget themselves around you, Cinnia. You’re a siren.”

  She was shivering. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice the moisture pooling between them. She sensed his need to own her, to show them both that he was the one in control, and it was driving her crazy. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to be crazy in this way…

  “Fuck, lass, you love this.” He pushed the belt between her legs, rubbing it over her core. She could feel his possessiveness in that simple motion; could sense how much he enjoyed seeing her this horny. “Whose is the only cock you’re allowed to touch?”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat, gyrating her hips in order to get more friction between her pulsing clit and the leather. “Yours.”

  The belt retreated. There was a weird whooshing noise, and then it landed on her ass with an ominous thwack!

  “Ah!” she cried out, fingers digging into the shelf. Her ass stung, like a thousand needles were piercing her skin, but slowly, she was feeling a primal need coming to the surface. His arousal was feeding hers.

  “Whose is the only cock you’re allowed to jerk off?” Brennan asked.

  “Yours,” she panted.

  Thwack!

  This one was a bit lower, giving the sensitive parts of her skin a moment to adjust even though it was creating a whole new area for her body to worry about. She let out a breath once she realized that he was blowing on her bruises, the cool air a welcome relief. She moaned without really meaning to, loving the warring sensations of intense heat and freezing cold.

  “Whose is the only cock you’re allowed to suck?”

  Oh fuck, I want this, she realized, her breasts heavy. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Yours.”

  Thwack!

  Over the same spot, adding to the confusion in her nervous system. She wanted him to kiss it better, to lick her until she came.

  “Whose is the only cock you’re allowed to fuck?”

  “Yours!”

  Thwack!

  Her body was buzzing, so she hardly noticed that he’d dropped the belt. She stared at the rack of supplies in front of her, adrenaline kicking in and overriding the pain. Her skin broke out in goose bumps. Her nipples stood to attention.

  Brennan soothed her skin by blowing on it again. And then, to her pleasure, his tongue made contact. It took a tantalizingly unhurried journey all over her left cheek, stopping every once in a while to nibble on a spot, and then repeated the motion on the right.

  “God, that looks good,” he grunted, massaging her tender flesh with his hands. He squeezed upwards to reveal her entrance, breathing her scent in like the animal he claimed to become around her. “You’re so wet, Cinnia.”

  In response, her core produced even more liquid. She could feel it trickling down her inner thighs, as if she was a leaking faucet. It would be embarrassing if she’d given a damn, but she suspected her inhibitions had been whipped out of her.

  “Did I go too hard?”

  “No,” she replied honestly.

  “Did you want it harder?”

  “No.”

  He held her hips and slowly turned her around. He was smiling. “It’s almost like I could sense where your limits were,” he told her, taking her face in his hands. His mouth descended on hers, gently, so at odds with how rough he’d been minutes before. He nibbled on her lower lip, his gaze darkening. “Get on your back.”

  She bit her lip, gazing at the cement floor with apprehension.

  Brennan smirked. “Trust me, Cin.”

  She got to her knees and carefully rolled onto her back, wincing at the feel of the rough floor against her sensitive behind.

  “Open your legs,” he said. He unzipped his pants and hiked them down to his calves before kneeling between her thighs. He stroked her stomach, one of his hands dipping lower between her folds. He whistled as he rubbed her clit. “So fucking ready for me.”

  “Brennan, please, fuck me.”

  He shook his head and lifted her hips, positioning the tip of his pierced cock at her opening. “That’s not what I’m going to do.”

  She felt so strained, wishing he’d thrust inside and put her out of her misery. Instead, all he did was keep his tip right there, as if he wanted her to know that she could be penetrated at any second. She blinked up at him, wondering what he was trying to do.

  Brennan was staring at her core so fiercely that it made her blush. He used his thumb to gather some of her liquid and spread her open to reveal her clit. Then, tenderly, he massaged that bunch of nerves. His thumb went around it at first, causing her clit to tighten with anticipation. Electric shocks coursed through her veins every time he brushed over it.

  “Brennan,” she murmured, trying to move her hips. It was a bit difficult, what with her lower back being held in the air like this. “Brennan, I need more.”

  He d
idn’t respond with words. No, he increased the pressure on her clit, which was beating in tandem with her heart. He pressed down on it; swiped the pad of his thumb over it; got more liquid from the unlimited supply below and coated the rest of her core with it. His pace steadily built up to one that had her eyes crossing.

  She curled her toes and held her breath, almost… right… there. With another flick of her clit, she tumbled over the edge. “Oh my God,” she mewled, shuddering in release.

  He placed his thumb on her clit to feel it pulsing. Her entrance was clenching around his tip, ever so slightly, and he seemed to swell even more. She watched, entranced, as he lifted his finger to his mouth to lick it clean.

  “There’s nothing in this world like your taste,” he groaned. He stroked her mound. “You’ve got the best pussy in the world, lass.”

  “Yeah, so are you going to fuck it now?” she asked, the high from her orgasm making her bold.

  He chuckled. “One day, I’m going to tie you up and see how many times I can make you cum, but we don’t have that kind of time today.” He shifted on his hunches, spreading his hands on her stomach. “Also, I’m not going to fuck you.”

  Her frown disappeared as quickly as it came: just when she was about to ask what he’d meant by that, he sheathed his entire length in her moist channel. “What do you call this, then?” she gasped, arching her back.

  He retreated slowly, letting her feel every inch of his cock and the piercing, and plunged back in. “You tell me.”

  He was moving into her like he had all the time in the world, contradicting his earlier statement. Cinnia closed her eyes, realizing that she was at his mercy. For someone who’d been so angry at her, he sure liked doing all the work.

  “Tell me,” he insisted, speeding up. The sound of his lubricated erection thrusting into her slippery passage was almost as sexy as the feeling of it. “What am I doing to you, Cin?”

  She moaned, gasped, whimpered like a woman being tortured. She was very happy that he’d dragged her to the warehouse, or she’d probably lose her job for being so loud. “Making love to me,” she answered breathily.