Delivered in Sin

by Nicole Rodrigues

  “God, that smells delicious,” she moans.

  “You eat, and I’ll talk, okay?”

  She looks at me, understanding crossing her features as she opens the container, and I take a deep breath.

  “I was engaged a few years back, right before my sister got pregnant with Theo, and they moved to Atlanta. She was my high school sweetheart, and right after I proposed to her, she told me she was pregnant. I was excited, scared shitless, but happy as hell. My sister just found out about Theo, and we would have had kids the same age. Things couldn’t have been better.”

  I chance a look over at her, and she’s silent, her sandwich untouched as she gives me all of her attention.

  “You can eat.”

  She shakes her head, grabbing my hand in hers, and her support after I said some pretty shitty things to her last night amazes me. Women like her, hell, people like her are so fucking rare in this world.

  “It’s not goin’ anywhere, and neither am I. Keep going.”

  I nod, taking another deep breath, and squeeze her hand.

  “I guess the guilt was eating at her, so she came clean about cheating on me. She brought the guy to her apartment, like a fucking meeting, and admitted that it was his baby. It happened while I was visiting my sister in Atlanta, and I guess I was working a lot before and after, so it was a few weeks where we weren’t...well, we didn’t…”

  I sigh, running a hand down my face.

  “Anyway, I was angry, so fucking angry, so I threw myself into work and then ended up moving to Atlanta. I wasn’t lying, I did move to help out my sister, but that wasn’t the full story. I’m just...it’s embarrassing, being played for a fool, and when you told me about the baby, it’s like I was back in that apartment. Your words and hers meshed together, and I couldn’t control my own words, my reaction. I’m so sorry about what I said, how I reacted.”

  She cups my cheek, bringing my face to hers as she kisses my lips. “It’s okay, Landry, it’s understandable. Thank you for tellin’ me all of that.”

  “I wanted you to know it was me, not you. I believe you, I know you’re not that type of woman, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like you were.”

  She nods, kissing me again, and then sighs, sitting back down against the bench. “I guess it’s my turn now, huh?”

  “You don’t have to just because I did, Magnolia. You can confide in me when you’re ready.”

  “No, I want to. I don’t talk about it, and maybe I should.” She inhales, closing her eyes before she grabs my hand for support, and I squeeze. “I was married at sixteen. My father arranged it with his associate's son, and I had no choice in the matter. By eighteen, I already went through two IVF treatments and so many hormone shots I lost count.”

  “Jesus Christ,” I whisper, squeezing her hand harder.

  “They wanted a pure Italian heir to run their empire—God even knows what that is. My father owns a few businesses, but I know that’s not all he does; I just never asked. I know Giacomo’s father wasn’t a good man; his son sure wasn’t.”

  I squeeze her hand harder now, sensing where this is going.

  “He was ten years older than me. He was the only man I was ever with besides you, but...he was rough and demandin', not listenin' to the doctor when he said it would be nearly impossible for me to get pregnant. It was too much. Every day he would...he would take from me, two, three times a day, and I just laid there, praying for it to all end.”

  She wipes at her eyes, and it takes all of me not to get into my car and find this mother fucker. I briefly glance up, checking on Theo, trying to keep my anger at bay. His little smile as he slides down the slide keeps me in check.

  “Finally, Eden told me about her uncle’s club. It was terrible and grimey, the men were filthy, and Eden’s uncle was...well he was a terrible man that did horrible things to her, to the girls, but at the time, workin' there and makin' my own money to get away from Giacomo was the only choice I had. I danced there, I...I stripped and made money, and he found out. He hit me, and that was the last straw. I confronted my father, but he didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t believe me—or maybe he just didn’t wanna believe me. He cut me off, and I lived with Eden and Addison for a while through the divorce, still workin' at the club, and it was like that part of my life never even happened.”

  “How did you all end up with RISE? Do you talk to your father now or your ex-husband?”

  She shakes her head.

  “He called me months back lettin' me know he got someone else pregnant, she gave him what I couldn’t, all that crap, but no, I haven’t talked to my parents since that day. Even my brother...he was kind of a bystander, and I hated him for it. He came to see me a few weeks ago to try and work on things, so...I don’t know. As far as RISE goes, that’s...that’s kind of a long and twisted story. It’s more Eden’s story. Maybe for another day.”

  I nod, cupping her cheek. “Thank you for telling me all this. I’m so sorry I made you relive any of that. I would never, ever hurt you, Magnolia. Never.”

  “I know that,” she whispers, closing her eyes as she buries her face in my palm. “I’m glad we got all of this out in the open.”

  “Me too.”

  We both look up when we hear Theo laugh, and the wind blows a whiff of that meatball hero toward us.

  “Eat up. Jack is gonna want a full scouting report,” I instruct.

  Magnolia licks her lips, wrapping her little fists around the sandwich.

  “Don’t gotta tell me twice,” she mumbles, stuffing the entire sandwich in her mouth as her eyes close in bliss. “Oh Lord, this is amazing,” she mumbles with a mouth full of food. “Oh, I’m so rude, sorry.”

  I laugh, reaching for a napkin as I wipe some sauce off the corner of her mouth.

  “Would it be totally pervy of me to say I don’t mind when you talk with your mouth full?” I whisper, rubbing the other side of her mouth with my thumb now and lick the sauce from it.

  Her eyes follow the movement, and she licks her lips, her hooded gaze now connecting with mine. She silently shakes her head as she swallows down her food.

  “I...I like talkin' with my mouth full,” she whispers.

  “Good to know.” I tip up her chin and kiss her beauty mark on the side of her neck, feeling her shiver. “I like to talk with my mouth full too.”

  A few hours later, we arrive outside my sister’s house, Theo’s arms wrapped tightly around Magnolia as she carries him to the front door. He jumps excitedly in her arms as Magnolia lets him knock on the door.

  “Easy with her, buddy. She’s got a baby in her belly just like Mommy did,” I soothe, rubbing his hair.

  “Baby mine?” Theo asks with a smile, looking down at Magnolia’s stomach.

  She laughs, a full, throaty laugh, and my body stirs to life. “It’s Landry’s baby, Theo,” Magnolia whispers.

  My baby. Fuck, I love hearing her say that.

  Theo looks over at me with his eyebrows furrowed, and I laugh as Eloise opens the door.

  “Oh good, you managed to escape without another black eye,” Eloise smirks, reaching for Theo.

  Magnolia looks over her shoulder at me, and I see her cheeks pinken with embarrassment. “My friends are a little...protective,” she mutters.

  “Oh girl, if they didn’t pop him, I would have. He has his reasons, but…” She shakes her head, and I clear my throat.

  “He is right here and can hear you,” I mumble.

  Eloise moves to the side as we walk into the house, and Theo wiggles free, running toward the living room.

  “You want anything to drink?” Eloise asks.

  “I’m fine, thanks. My bladder can only handle so much in a day,” Magnolia laughs.

  “Oh, that reminds me. Not to be gross, but...is there something I can do to not...well anytime I sneeze or cough…”

  “Got it,” Magnolia interrupts. “Kegels should help. Randomly throughout the day, and they even have Ben Wa balls to help with that. Different si
zes that you can work up to and…” Magnolia stops, looking at me over her shoulder as her cheeks darken again. “They um...yeah, they’ll help.”

  Eloise laughs, winking to Magnolia.

  “Noted. Ben Wa balls are a must then.”

  “Do I even want to know?” I ask.

  What the fuck is a Ben Wa ball?

  “Oh, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it later on,” Eloise says sassily, looking between Magnolia and me.

  Magnolia starts coughing, and I slap her back lightly, looking at her.

  “You okay?”

  “Fine, yeah.”

  “We should head out,” I say, sliding my hand down to her lower back. “If you need a break again, you'd better call me, okay?”

  “Will do, brother. See you later.”

  Eloise kisses me on the cheek, then Magnolia as we walk out to my car.

  “So do I want to know what a Ben Wa ball is?” I ask, opening her door for her as she slips inside.

  She giggles, shaking her head, and looks away from me. “It’s...they’re weighted balls that you put...well, you put them…”

  “Ahh,” I sigh. “You have them at home?” I whisper, kneeling next to the door now as I put my hand on her thigh.

  Her eyelids droop lower, and I see her chest rise and fall as her throat bobs with a swallow. “I...I do…”

  “You need some help with those?”

  I move my face closer to her, seeing her eyes close now, and I swear I could fuck her right here if she’d let me. Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I had her, and I want her.

  “M-maybe,” she whispers.

  “Can I see you tonight?”

  Her eyes slowly open as she looks at me, and regretfully shakes her head. “I’m taking a friend’s shift tonight. I won’t be back until tomorrow morning around seven-thirty.”

  “Can I bring you breakfast when you get home?”

  I wrap a loose strand behind her ear and cup her cheek as she nods.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, then.” I kiss her nose, then her lips quickly as I stand and walk around to the driver's side, knowing I can last another twenty-four hours because then I’m finally taking Magnolia. I’m taking every single thing she has and giving her all of me in return.

  12

  Magnolia

  I lean my head against the elevator door as it climbs to my apartment. God, how am I going to get through another five months of this? I need coffee, dammit.

  The doors open, and immediately, my tired state falls to the waist side when I see him.

  “Well, damn. A little black dress, lingerie, or scrubs, you still are a sight for fucking sore eyes.”

  I smile, walking up to Landry and drop my bag to the floor as I cup his cheeks and smash my lips to his. I shove him, pushing his back to my door, and my tongue presses against his lips for entrance. All the tension from the past few weeks comes barreling into the both of us as he grips my hips and spins us, pinning me to the door now.

  “Inside,” he pants against my lips. "I am finally taking you, Magnolia. Get us the fuck inside.”

  I nod, frantically pushing against his chest as I drop to my knees and search through my bag for my keys. My fingers connect with the cold metal, and I look up through my glasses, Landry's dark blue eyes making me quietly moan as my back hits the door. He takes a step forward, and the bulge in his jeans is eye level with me, the perfect height to unzip him free and swallow him to the back of my throat.

  He can read my mind. He must be able to because he tilts up my chin and runs his thumb along my neck with a smirk.

  "Keys, Magnolia?"

  I silently nod, dropping them into his hands, and whimper as he leans forward more, unlocking my door. I swear my mouth is hanging open, and my tongue is hanging out like a dog, salivating for a thirst quencher. I'm turned on and hornier than I ever thought imaginable, so when Landry finally gets my door open, I jump to my feet and pull him through the door by his belt loops.

  I undress him like I'm trying to go for a world record as he does the same to me. We're both pawing at one another until we're breathless and naked, our eyes shamelessly roaming over the other, licking our lips, trying to decide which body part to feast on first.

  "Your cock," I blurt out loud. "I...I want your cock in my mouth."

  My face flushes with embarrassment, never being so bold with a man before, at least not without my mask.

  "Fucking hell, Magnolia," he growls, fisting his shaft as he stomps toward me.

  He grips the side of my face roughly as he assaults my mouth, and my gasp gets trapped between our lips.

  "You want it, baby, it's yours," he groans against my lips.

  I nod, keeping our eyes locked as I slowly drop to my knees right there in the hallway of my apartment, dragging my fingers down his solid chest, past the ridges of his perfect stomach, straight to the prize.

  My fist wraps around his base, and I keep my eyes on him, wanting to watch what I do to him. I feel powerful, sexy as I stroke him, and his jaw flexes, his nostrils flaring.

  "Magnolia, that feels so good. So fucking good, keep going."

  I dip my head down, licking his tip, and he twitches, letting out a low growl that vibrates from the back of his throat.

  His fingers lace through my hair, back and forth, massaging my scalp, and I sigh with my mouth full of his cock.

  "Mmmmm," I mumble, gripping him harder as my mouth and hand move in unison.

  "Look at me," he demands.

  I snap my eyes open, not even realizing I closed them, and I nod, bracing my other hand up by his hip.

  "Good girl. Such a good girl for me."

  His other hand pushes my glasses back up the bridge of my nose, and then he cups my cheek, rubbing his thumb against my skin as I feel his cock press against the back of my throat.

  "I wanna cum inside you, Magnolia. Can I do that?"

  I nod, popping off his shaft as I lean back on my heels.

  "How do you want me?" I pant.

  "I want to eat your pussy. Tell me how you want it."

  I get to my feet and feel the boldness take over as I say, "I wanna stand. I want you to be on your knees when you…"

  "When I what?" Landry asks with a smirk, pausing before he kneels, waiting for me to utter the words.

  I swallow down my insecurities, the embarrassment because we are way past that now.

  "When you...eat my pussy," I sigh, watching him drop to his knees in seconds as he opens my folds with his fingers.

  He blows air against my opening, and I gasp, running my fingers through his hair as his lips get closer and closer to my center.

  "Landry, please," I whimper.

  He doesn't seem to have a death wish since he has mercy and listens, finally pressing his lips to my opening. Not one inch of me is left untouched as he licks and sucks up the inside of both thighs and then eventually up my slit. I gasp, then let out a contented sigh as my nails dig into the back of his scalp, and I start to move my hips forward and back against his face.

  "Oh yes, Landry. God, that feels amazin'."

  I feel the familiar tingle start to settle between my legs, and he slips a finger between my folds, sliding it inside me, and that's it. Stars explode behind my eyes as my legs shake and my toes curl into the carpet underneath my feet.

  "Oh f-fuck," I gasp, gripping Landry with everything I have because I'll collapse right here on the floor If I don't.

  He must sense it because, in seconds, he lifts me, carrying me to my bedroom, and my back hits the mattress. His lips are back on my pussy, latching onto me, dragging out every single wave of my orgasm.

  "Landry!" I squeak, "God, it's...it's too much."

  "One more, baby. Give me one more."

  I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the sheet next to my hips as he keeps eating me, holding me hostage against his skilled mouth, and mere seconds go by before I'm squirming with another release.

  "Ohhhh," I cry out, arching my back off the mattr
ess as he keeps me against his mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant.

  God, my mouth is all sorts of dirty tonight. Jesus. What is happening?

  Before I can recover, before I can even think, his hands are braced above my shoulders, my legs wrap around his waist without my command, and then he's there. His shaft slides inch by inch inside me, finally connecting us again, and I swear I could cry because it feels so damn perfect.

  "Landry," I whisper, cupping his cheek. "You feel so good. God, this feels so good. I missed this so much."

  "Fuck, me too. Almost there," he groans, pushing further and further into me.

  I hiss when he pushes the last few inches in and grip his shoulder, pulling my hips down. "Shit, wait."

  "Did I hurt the baby? Are you okay?"

  "It's okay, it's fine, it's just...been a while."

  I wriggle around underneath him, slowly pushing my hips back to where they were until the sting subsides and a contented moan drips from my lips.

  "Better?"

  "Better," I assure him.

  He kisses my mouth with a full-on, hardcore, rocks-my-world kind of kiss, and I grab the back of his head, deepening it. His kisses are earth-shattering. I swear his lips have a path straight to my clit because when they crash against mine, over and over, I feel it everywhere. My nipples tighten, my core clenches around his length, and I moan into his mouth, already close to another orgasm.

  He knows it, pumping harder now into me, gripping the sheet above my shoulders with white-knuckled fists, careful not to squish me.

  I chance a glance down in between our bodies, and the sight before me leaves me panting and entranced. Watching Landry's shaft disappear inside my body is the single sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. I grip his neck, pulling my face up, and touch our foreheads so I can keep watching, so I can see his abs constrict with the movements. Thrust by thrust, that gorgeous cock soaked with my desire pounds into me, and I can't look away.

  I reach down between us, cupping his balls as he keeps hammering into me, and then he growls as I squeeze one in my hand.

  "M-Magnolia. Fuck, I'm going to cum."