Redemption: A Sin Series Standalone Novel
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I stop moving and push my upper body away from her so I can look at her face. “Why not?”
“I quit taking the pill because I wasn’t having sex. I didn’t see the need in taking it anymore.”
Lorna and I haven’t discussed the sex partners that we had while we were apart. It’s a conversation that I’ve not wanted to have. I don’t want to hear which of the brothers she’s been with.
“How long ago did you stop taking it?”
“When things ended between us.”
Wait, what? “You haven’t been on birth control in four years?”
“No.”
“You didn’t sleep with anyone after we parted?”
“How could I be with someone else when I loved you?”
Fuck.
Just fuck.
I wasn’t expecting her to say this. Not at all.
This girl is amazing. In spite of being apart for so long, she remained true to me for four years. And I was disloyal to her. I’m such a motherfucking bastard.
“I can see a doctor this week and start birth control.”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
I push her thighs apart with my body and position the tip of my cock at her entrance.
“I could get pregnant.”
She may have gone the entire four years without having sex, but I’ve been celibate for the last year. Clearly, I wasn’t expecting this to happen tonight. “I don’t have condoms. Do you want to wait?”
I guess we could do other stuff to get off. We used to be really good at that.
“I don’t want to wait. I want you to make me yours.”
“If a baby happens then it was meant to be?”
She nods. “Meant to be.”
I rub the head of my cock through her juices and push it against her narrow slit, immediately meeting resistance. She shifts her hips beneath me and when she stills, I thrust my full length into her in one fluid motion until I’m buried balls deep. And fuck, I think that she feels tighter than she did when I took her virginity.
She pants against my ear and her fingertips dig into the flesh on my back. “Ohh… fuck.”
I go still inside her. “Am I hurting you?”
“God, no. Don’t stop.”
Pulling back, I thrust again, this time my cock getting a full coating of her lubrication. Her hips lift from the bed and together we find the perfect rhythm. We do it over and over and over until our bodies are covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
I reposition, pushing myself up so I can see more of her. Hard nipples. Jostling tits every time I thrust. Hair sprawled across the bed. On her back, legs spread wide. She’s absolutely stunning. Pure perfection lying underneath me.
And those eyes… I see such love and adoration in them.
It’s too much. I don’t deserve this. I’m not worthy of her. At least tonight I’m not but I will be. I swear that I will become a man who is worthy of her love and deep loyalty.
She stretches upward and kisses my mouth. “Make me come. Please, Leith. It’s been so long.”
Soon, I will make her orgasm, and the thought of her cum covering my dick arouses me even more. Another rush of blood floods my cock, heightening my arousal and firing up my body even more. Because I now know that she held out for me—for this—for four years. All of this time, no other man has been inside her because she wanted me. That confirms in the most significant way that even before we said those four words to each other tonight, she already belonged to me.
I fill her body with my own, sheathing myself inside her tight opening. I stretch her inner walls to limits they’ve not experienced in years. And it feels so fucking good.
Like home.
While remaining buried deep inside her, I reach between us and place my thumb on top of her clit. I start out slowly, rubbing in a circular motion. “Is that what my girl wants?”
“Oh yes.”
I adjust my angle and move in and out of her a few times. “Am I hitting it?”
I don’t have to explain what I’m talking about; she knows the exact sensitive spot inside her pussy that I’m referring to.
She closes her eyes and lifts her arms over her head, grasping the sheets. “You’re hitting it perfectly.”
Her back arches off of the bed, and I feel like a fucking sex god. There’s something so damn satisfying about making the woman that you love and adore writhe with pleasure. Seeing her like this makes me want to get off so hard.
“I’ve missed this so much—watching you come, hearing you moan.”
“Not more than I’ve missed it.”
My thumb circles her taut little nub while her hips rock with mine. And I swear that I’ve never been with a woman who feels as good as Lorna. Every inch of her is heaven. The fit between us is extraordinary. Her body was made for mine.
Damn, I need to focus. I want this to last. It would suck to blow too soon and ruin this moment.
With her arms raised over her head, I’m able to get a better look at the intricate black ink on her skin below her breast. And I study it. Center all of my attention on it.
Saorsa. She had that word placed on her skin because she believes that she needs redeeming from the past. But she’s wrong. I’m the one who needs absolution.
Lorna Frazier is my redemption.
Her breath becomes louder. “Ohh… uhh… Leith.”
There’s nothing more beautiful than the sound of my name on her lips while she’s feeling intense pleasure.
Her hands release the bedsheets, and she reaches out for my biceps, gripping them tightly. “Yes, right there. Just like that.”
Her whole body is trembling, even her voice, and I know that her orgasm is on its way.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come all over my dick.”
Her grip on my upper arms tightens and her body quivers. Once, twice, three times. One sharp jolt after another, and I stop counting after the eighth one because my body finds its own release.
“Oh fuuuck.” I grip her hips and plunge into her roughly. I hold that position and empty every drop of my hot cum inside of her.
Filling my obsession with her.
Possessing her completely.
Making her mine forever.
Her hold on my biceps relaxes and our eyes meet. She cups my cheeks, looking at me like I’m her whole universe. And fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“You are mine.” I have said those words to her before, but tonight they take on a different meaning. They aren’t empty words. She is my whole purpose in life now. Nothing else matters.
“I am yours.”
It’s official. She is a claimed woman. And she’ll soon be a married one. “Lorna Duncan. It has a nice ring to it, aye?”
“I love the way it sounds. It’s perfect.”
I pull out of her and press a quick kiss to her mouth before moving away to lie on my back beside her. But I can’t stand to not be touching, so I lace my fingers through hers and bring our hands to rest on top of my chest.
“When I woke up this morning, I knew that I would be spending the evening with Maddock Hendry. I dreaded it all day. I wanted time to slow down so I could put it off or to speed up so it would be behind me. I wasn’t sure which was the better option. Fast-forward fifteen hours and here I am tonight—claimed and engaged. I had no idea that today was going to turn into the best day of my life.”
“It’s the best day of my life too, but there are even better days to come for us.”
Lorna brings her hand up and looks at the ring on her finger. “I love this ring. I’m never going to take it off.”
“I think that is a wonderful idea.” I don’t want any man to ever question if she’s taken or not.
“We have a wedding to plan.”
“Correction—you have a wedding to plan.” Fellowship men don’t plan weddings.
She rolls to her stomach and folds her arms on my chest, propping her chin on top. “You don’t want a say about any part of it?”
I should never be allo
wed to make any decisions regarding a formal event. “I think we’re better off if you handle everything.”
“But it’s your wedding too.”
“Anything that you choose will be fine with me.” The only thing that I care about is that she becomes my wife.
She sighs. “Leith… I have something to tell you. And I should have told you when you proposed, but I swear that it didn’t come into my mind until right now.”
I have something to tell you. Fuck, those words scare the hell out of me. But I’m committed to this woman. Whatever the problem is, we’ll get through it.
“What is it, baby?”
“I know that most Fellowship women come into a marriage with some kind of endowment, but I’m broke. Poor as a church mouse.”
God, is that all? I thought she had something terrible to tell me. “I wasn’t under the impression that you were an heiress.”
“I guess it’s a good thing that I have a wonderful boss who will give me my old job back.”
“I’m not giving you your old job back.” That job offer expired when she said yes to my marriage proposal.
“Why not?”
“You’re going to be my wife. Not my employee.”
“Well, I was thinking something more like wife and business partner.”
“It’s not happening, Lorna.”
She pulls away and sits up. “You told me that I was the best barmaid that you ever had.”
“And you were. Duncan’s ran perfectly when you were in charge of the barmaids, but you’re going to be my wife now. I won’t let you serve the brothers.”
“Why does it matter? I worked there for years. They already have their opinions about me.”
Lorna doesn’t understand what it’s like for me to see how the brothers interact with her. “I barely tolerated their antics with you when you weren’t my wife. A single touch, a lingering look, a wrong word—that’s all it would take for me to jump over the bar and choke one of them.”
“Then what do you expect me to do for a job?”
“I won’t have my wife working.”
“I like working.”
“The brothers drink. A lot. You know that. I make more than enough money to support us and our family if that’s a worry on your mind.”
“I’m not worried about money. I just don’t want to feel like a leech because I’m not doing anything to help provide.”
Fellowship wives aren’t expected to provide. She knows this. “Name one Fellowship wife who works.”
“Ellison.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“Jamie needs a nurse to help him. But trust me, Ellison won’t continue to work at the infirmary after she becomes pregnant. He’ll find someone else to help him.”
“Well, he’d better get to finding someone soon.”
“Ellison’s pregnant?” Jamie hasn’t said a word about it.
“She’s not pregnant yet but she will be any day now. They’re trying.”
Last one to marry. Last one to have a baby. I’m forever in last place but it’s okay. Because now I have Lorna and we have the rest of our lives to make up for lost time.
Except that I’m ready to catch up now.
“Do you really want to get back on birth control?”
She shrugs. “Yes… no.”
Well, that’s not confusing. “What does yes-no mean?”
“I want some ‘just us time’ because we’ve been apart for so long, but then I’m also ready to start a family.”
“There’s still nine months of ‘just us time’ before the baby actually comes.”
“True.”
I know Lorna. I know her heart. I know what would make her happy.
And I want to give her that.
“What would you say if I told you to skip the doctor and the birth control?”
“I would ask you if you were serious.”
“I’m very serious.”
Her smile is wide. “You want a baby now?”
I’ve known Lorna her entire life. We aren’t strangers. We aren’t new lovers. Sure, we have some catching up to do, but it’s not like I’d be jumping into marriage and parenthood with someone I’ve only been dating for a week or a month.
“We are already part of each other. Why not give life to that?”
“It wouldn’t take a lot of work to talk me into it, but I think you already know that.”
Lorna has been yearning for her own family for a while. It started shortly after her parents died and she was left all alone. She was so afraid.
“Maybe we don’t set out to try, but we also don’t do anything to prevent it. We just see what happens?”
“Whatever happens is okay with you?”
“I didn’t suggest the idea because I wouldn’t be okay with it.”
“All right. Whatever happens… happens. I’m down with it.”
“What about a wedding date?”
“We can give notice to the registrar on Monday.”
Twenty-nine days later is the soonest that she can become my wife. That’s too far away. I want to marry her today. “I wish we didn’t have to wait a month.”
“Me either but since we do, will you let me come back to work until we’re married?”
Why is she so insistent on coming back? “What’s going on with you and working at Duncan’s?”
“I want to see what’s changed since I left.”
Bullshit. “Oh really? Because I think it’s more than that.”
“Okay. I may want to set some clear boundaries with the women who work at the pub.”
“There are already clear boundaries in place.”
“I think that I recall you saying something like ‘a single touch, a lingering look, a wrong word—that’s all it would take for you to jump over the bar and choke one of them.’ I feel the same and they need to know that your wife will kick their arses if they try anything with you.”
Possessive Lorna is hot. “All right. You can come back to work and let the lasses know what’s what. But only until we’re married.”
“We’ll see.”
“Forget it, Lorna. You won’t talk me into working after we’re married. Don’t even try.”
“We’ll see.”
I always want to give Lorna everything that her heart desires… except this. But I’m not going to worry too much about it. When she gets a baby, working at the pub won’t be on her mind at all.
“I want our engagement announcement to be a big deal.”
Lorna is mine and every brother needs to be clear about that. And they also need to understand that as her husband, I won’t tolerate any shite talk about her.
“You want an engagement party?”
“Aye, a big one with the entire brotherhood there.” I want each of them to personally witness my public claim on her.
“Isobel is the party specialist. She’s very good at pulling off an event on short notice. I could ask her to help with the planning.”
“Aye, Isobel will make sure that everything is perfect.”
“What about the wedding venue?”
“I was thinking Duncan’s, unless you’d prefer a church or something formal.”
She shakes her head. “Fancy venues require booking and prior notice. And I don’t want to wait a minute longer than we have to. The pub is fine with me.”
Duncan’s is home to both of us, and it’s where we should become one. Unless it holds too many bad memories for her. “A lot has happened at the pub. Are you sure that you’re all right with getting married there?”
“There have been some not so pleasant things to happen there, but we have a ton of happy memories ahead of us and they’re going to outweigh all of the bad.”
“You love that place as much as I do.”
“Because it’s a part of you.”
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed your being there. It’s not the same without you.”
“Do you work tomorrow?”
“Can I come with you?”
“Aye, but only if you stay with me tonight.” As if she wouldn’t.
“There’s no way in the world that I would consider leaving you tonight.”
“Or any other. You’re never going to spend another night away from me. We’ll move your things in day after tomorrow when I’m off.”
She giggles. “Are you going to let me decorate your flat so it doesn’t look like a bachelor lives here?”
“This is our flat now and you can do anything you like with it. And if you don’t want to live here, we’ll move. I’ll buy you any house you want.”
Lorna doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to ruthlessly spoil her.
“A house is expensive.”
Lorna has been forced to live on a small budget in recent years. But no more. It’s time for her husband to take care of her.
“I can afford a house. A big one. I just never saw the need when it was only me. But now there’s you and me and soon there will be bairns. This isn’t where I want to raise our children.”
Her eyes widen and she smiles. “Our children. Say that again.”
“Our children.”
“All of this is so surreal.”
“Not surreal. Real. That’s what this is, Lorna, and it’s long overdue.”
Her fingers stroke the palm of my open hand, and she laces her fingers through mine. “Jenny is going to be happy.”
“She’s going to be well beyond happy.” She’s been hoping and praying for this day for a long time.
“When can we tell her?”
“Let’s go day after tomorrow before we move your things to my flat.”
“That sounds good.” Lorna scoots away from me. “I need to grab my phone and text Bleu to let her know that I won’t be coming back to her house.”
Her words remind me that I need to text Sin to let him know that I won’t be making it to the gym. There is no way in hell that I’m leaving this bed in the morning with Lorna in it.
“Bleu’s going to flip out when I tell her where I am and what’s happened.”
“Don’t say anything about our engagement. I want to see Sin’s and Bleu’s faces when they hear the news.”