Sin With Me (With Me Series Book 2)

by Lacey Silks

  He loved me.

  “It’s Kate,” I whispered.

  I saw his mouth lift at one corner and felt mine do the same. He reached over to my foot, touching it gently.

  “Please forgive me,” he begged, and I saw a spark of the same man I met at a bar over six months ago. The one whom I trusted and bared my soul to. The one who made my heart go pitter-patter; the one who, despite holding my hair while I puked into the toilet, accepted me and never judged me. He was there at my side when I found my mother’s connection to Pace, and he was there in that crypt, discovering my roots right along with me. Was he still that man, or was he someone different?

  He shifted even closer, gently tugging at my ankle so that I’d stretch out my legs. As I extended them, his fingertips remained on my skin, traveling upward until he reached my thigh. His touch felt incredible. As upset as I’d been at him earlier, I now wished he’d continue the upward path, but he stopped.

  “Cameron…” I breathed. The room was spinning. His presence here was confusing me.

  “Do you forgive me, Kate?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. I’m not sure what to believe anymore.” My breaths became heavier. I didn’t notice when he came even closer and was sitting right at my side. His hand remained on my thigh, the enticing pressure of his fingers igniting my skin.

  “You’re really not a priest?” I asked.

  He shook his head, and I felt a sense of relief. A fresh smirk appeared on his face. I wondered what he was thinking and that wonder took me to hopeful places again.

  “What’s going to happen now?” I moved my feet to the side of the bed and hopped off.

  “You’re nervous,” he said.

  “I’m cautious. Can you blame me? Everything I believed is one big lie. I tried to save my mother, and in the process I managed to ruin all your lives.” I turned around so that he wouldn’t see my face and made a beeline for the bathroom door, hoping to have a moment to myself. Besides, I’d cried so much and sweated so much that I needed another shower. Of course I was nervous. Cameron was not a priest. He was a man. A very attractive man who had fooled me and lied to me, but that of course didn’t stop the way my body was reacting to him. It didn’t stop my heart from beating hard and my stomach from flipping three times over.

  Cameron followed me into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and washed my face, then took the toothbrush Lola had given me and proceeded to brush my teeth while he sat on the corner of an enormous bath tub.

  “It’s okay if you’re nervous, Kate. I understand.”

  With the toothbrush in my mouth, I once again mumbled that I wasn’t nervous, and he chuckled. I leaned lower to the sink so that I could rinse my mouth, and when I looked up again, he was standing behind me. Actually, I felt him first, because his hands were on my hips and his front pressed into my ass. It felt good. Too good. Maybe when I’d thought about taking a shower, I should have locked the door.

  “Cameron…”

  “Kate…”

  “Do you think this is wise? I mean, I don’t know you. Obviously you don’t know me either since you just found out that I pretty much ruined your life.”

  “I’m sorry. I never meant for it to come out that way.”

  I knew that. Still, he deserved to suffer for the way he broke my heart earlier. I wanted him to squirm in uncertainty, the way I had. That hate in his eyes wasn’t easy to forget.

  “Have you thought about me, Kate? Have you thought how it would be if we were together again?”

  Of course I’d thought about him. I thought about him every hour of every day. It didn’t mean that I should have, though – not after the way he’d lied to me. I turned around to face him. The space between us became deliciously uncomfortable.

  “I confessed to Father John about you!” I punched him in the arm. It was hard and my knuckles hurt, but he didn’t even flinch. “Oh, my God, I confessed to my own father that I fucked a priest.”

  “Wait, what? I thought you never got a chance.”

  “Of course I did. Didn’t you hear me that morning, before I confessed to you that I loved you? It’s been two hours since my last confession?” I reminded him

  “I tried to block out your voice. I really tried hard not to listen to your sins, and to be honest, you didn’t make it easy, but I’m grateful that you went to Father John.”

  “Why?”

  “Don’t you see it, Kate? The last thing I wanted was for you to live with that sin. The last thing I wanted was for you to doubt your faith. I should have never let that evening happen. I’m sorry.”

  “So, now you have regrets.”

  “No. Damn it, Kate!”

  He turned around and pulled his fingers through his hair. That gesture alone made me want to forget my sour mood. It made me want to forget the rest of the world, so that he could hold me in his arms. He paced back to the bathtub, and then returned to me, frustration seeping out of him.

  “I will never regret what happened. Never. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you at the bar, but I didn’t want to lie to you.”

  “But you wanted to sin with me?”

  “Kate, look at you.” He pointed. “You could easily seduce a Pope with those hips and that mouth.”

  “Oh, that’s really pushing it.”

  “It was pushing it when I took you over that table as a priest, and I’m sorry for that. Even though I don’t regret it, I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart. I’ve gone under cover so many times in my life that it was just another job for me, and I overstepped a boundary.”

  He appeared genuine, and that dimple in his cheek, that smile and the comfort I saw in his eyes, they all softened my heart towards him.

  “Did you really have to be a priest?” I asked.

  Cameron lifted my chin with his finger. “At the time, I thought it was the right decision. In hindsight, I should have found a different approach, but I was desperate to find Aaron Cortez.”

  I stepped to the side.

  Cortez.

  It was all that bastard’s fault. The sound of his name made my skin crawl. I braced my arms against the bathroom counter and lowered my head.

  “Well, you succeeded, because he came back to Pace.”

  The question was, what would Cameron do with the information? Would he sell me out? I didn’t think so, but would he risk his life to bury Cortez? Possibly, and the thought made me nauseous because I didn’t want Cameron to risk his life.

  Cameron gently touched my shoulders, bringing my attention back to the care in his eyes. “I found him and I feel like I lost you.”

  His tender whisper did something funny to me, and this time when he drew his hands down my arms and to my hips, I didn’t push him away.

  “You didn’t lose me.” I looked up. “I was upset because I felt as duped as you did. I felt like the past half year of my life has been one big lie.”

  “Please don’t say that. I promise you that not everything was a lie. The man you met in Pace is real; except he’s not a priest. What I feel for you is as real as it gets.”

  I saw that love in his eyes. I’d seen it the past few months that I spent with him, and I couldn’t stop believing in him. Not now; not ever.

  “So, I guess we could call it even?” I asked.

  “I don’t want to be even. I want to make it up to you in every way possible.” He pushed the fabric of my shirt away, off my shoulder, and lowered his mouth to my skin, setting it on fire. “Please let me make it up to you.”

  His warm breath hovered over my shoulder, teasing me, before traveling downward. It spread the need he breathed all the way down, until my toes curled.

  Jesus!

  He may as well have kissed me between my legs. I wanted him to kiss me between my legs. I wanted him to kiss me everywhere, and so I gave him the only answer I knew he wanted to hear right now. I gave him the only answer I truly wanted.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter 25

  Cameron

  I
felt my dick twitch the moment she breathed out her reply. I secured her face in my hands and kissed her. I kissed her with every emotion on my lips that I could spare. Though her lips brought me instant relief, it came with impatience, because now that I’d tasted her and knew what was waiting in my arms, I wanted it all at the same time. I wanted to kiss her, hold her, make love to her, then fuck her; and once it was all done I wanted to start the process all over again. This time there would be no holding back. When I took this woman, there would be no guilt and no doubt.

  I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to the counter. She wrapped her legs around me letting out a soft moan as soon as my erection brushed against the buttons on her shorts, right over her pussy.

  “Is this really happening?” she asked, in between the kisses, and all I could do was ignore her question and kiss her even deeper. She pulled away again, saying something about a shower, but I didn’t let her finish. If she wanted a shower, she’d get a shower. I lifted her into my arms and I carried her to the tiles behind the glass door. I wasn’t sure whether she even noticed until she screamed when the first drizzle of cold water landed on her back.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, as she slid down my body. I swiveled us to the side where she comfortably rested against the tiled wall. I kissed her again and again, feeling the water slowly warm over my back. I turned us around, spinning under the warmer shower, and brought her against the wall near the ceramic shower bench.

  “I didn’t mean a shower in my clothes.” Her breaths were heavy, and clumps of wet hair stuck to her face, making her look irresistible.

  “No clothes. Got it.”

  I grasped the edges of her v-neck shirt at the collar and with one swift pull I ripped it apart, right down the middle. She gasped and left her mouth open. Water dripped down her nose and onto her upper lip, and she looked absolutely stunning.

  “You owe me a shirt,” she smiled.

  “Done. I’d like to owe you a pair of shorts as well.” Holding the fabric firm, I pulled on one side. All three buttons on her fly popped open and bounced on the tiled floor, and she laughed. The sound of her happiness made me more eager. I couldn’t wait until she felt and laughed from real pleasure. I couldn’t wait to touch her, and so I slid my hand right down her belly, into her panties and cupped her sex before dragging my fingers up between her folds, right up to her concentrated nerves.

  “Cameron—” She rested her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Water drizzled down her chest, like pearls, before disappearing into her bra, soaking it. She writhed against the wall, her hands searching my shoulders for support and her wiggling hips begging my hand to flick her. She looked so vulnerable and beautiful.

  I lowered the bra cups off her breasts, freeing her erect nipples. My mouth immediately found its rightful place around the nub. I didn’t waste time with tender kisses but secured her between my lips, pulling the hard flesh back, stretching it out until it slid from between the hold of my lips and bounced back. Kate let out a louder moan along with a sigh. She grabbed her other breast, squeezing the other nipple.

  Vixen.

  This woman needed relief and torture at the same time. I wanted to give it all to her. I wanted to cherish every inch of her body, bite her, lick her, and kiss her. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to show her the kind of pleasure she’d never had, but when she lifted her foot up to the ceramic seat, opening herself to me, my train of thought vanished. The idea of sinking deep inside her had been torturing me since the last time I’d felt her around me.

  This couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait, and just as I was about to push her panties to the side, or maybe rip those off too, I felt her hands on my sweats. She tugged on the string and pulled them off my hips, down as far as she could. I sprang free. She grasped me by my balls first, felt them in her palms, smiled, and slid her hand higher until she placed me in her grip.

  Fucking tease.

  She could barely wrap her fingers around me, and I was afraid that the longer she stroked me, the more difficulty she would have holding on. I reached for her hand and placed it on my chest. She immediately found a way to play with my chest hair as she combed her fingers through it, gently scraping my skin with her nails. I pushed her panties to the side, lined myself up, and entered her. She was swollen, and immediately tightened around me. I took her into my arms and lifted her body. She held onto my shoulders, her fingers digging deeper into my skin. I held her by her ass, pushing higher and deeper, quicker and more violent. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to claim her. I wanted her to be mine and only mine. I plunged into her over and over, slamming against her pussy on each bounce until I heard her scream. She shook in my arms and continued rubbing herself against my pelvic bone. She rolled her hips over me, her wet skin against mine, and the moment she opened her eyes and looked at me with those after-sex eyes, I lost it. I came inside her and stayed there until our breaths slowed and our hearts calmed.

  I withdrew and gently guided Kate’s leg off the shower seat. She looked physically in pain and I wondered whether I’d been too brutal.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, perfect, actually.”

  “You look like I hurt you.”

  “Hurt me? Cameron, what you did to me, what you did to my body… the way you obliterated me… it was perfect. I’m just… happy.”

  I reached behind her back and snapped the clasp of her bra with my fingers. I removed the straps from her shoulders and arms and then flung the bra over the glass shower door. She laughed, and my dick immediately went back to its standing position. Tonight would be a long night.

  I crouched to the shower floor and removed her panties, then soaped up a sponge. I carried the suds along her leg, spreading them in a circular motion as she stood above me and watched me with her mouth open. That alone was worth everything. God, I was sure I’d never get enough of her. She was everything. Heck, she was probably the first girl I’d ever met – as a baby, from what I now knew – but still. We’d shared a cookie! That had to mean something.

  As dumb as that sounded, it meant something. We’d created a bond, though I knew if I ever repeated this to one of my brothers, I’d never live it down. I finally stood up, washed her between her legs, over her stomach, giving extra care to each breast just because I could, and then drew the sponge down her arm. When I reached her fingers she weaved them with mine and I dropped the sponge to the floor.

  “You really love me?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I really do love you.”

  She smiled. “We sinned again.”

  “This time it’s different,” I said. “This time you know who I am.”

  “What are we going to do about Cortez? And don’t tell me that I can’t do anything. I won’t accept that.”

  Before I came to my room, I promised myself I’d never do anything to hurt her again, and that included placing her in unnecessary danger. I’d never let Cortez anywhere near her. We were soul mates. We were meant to be, and I wanted her to keep that vulnerability. I didn’t want any asshole stealing it. Knowing Kate the way I thought I did, she wouldn’t rest until both she and her mother were safe. Well, that job belonged to me now. I just needed time to plan out my next move.

  “All right. But can you give me a couple of days before we form a plan? I’m just waiting for information that may help.”

  “A couple of days?”

  “Yes, and I promise you will not be bored. My mother invited us to dinner.”

  She dragged her fingers down my chest, reviving my arousal. “I was hoping you could occupy my time a little differently than a dinner with your mother.”

  “I’m a multitasking kind of man. I’m sure I can accommodate that request.” I placed a quick smooch on her lips. It would be difficult not to have her in my arms 24/7 for the next month or so, because as much as I could multitask, I was also a hands-on kind of man, and I wanted to have my hands on her as often as I could.

  “I’m surprised she did, after I s
tormed off like that.”

  “Are you kidding me? I think she may love you more than she loves me.”

  “Did you promise her to make it up to me?”

  I pulled her close and couldn’t help but chuckle. Maybe I’d underestimated her detective abilities after all. My mother gave me grief like no one else. She made me understand that circumstances paved our futures. She made me understand that the root of my anger wasn’t Kate, but Aaron Cortez.

  “Maybe, but even if, she didn’t have to ask. I can’t stand having you upset with me, Kate.”

  She grinned. “Do I look upset to you?”

  “Actually, you look very happy.”

  “Cameron? Am I going to meet your other brothers?”

  “Most likely.”

  I felt a tremble travel along her skin.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “My brother’s coffin was empty?” she asked, and I could already see where she was going with this.

  “Kate, let’s not worry about it tonight.” I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her.

  “You said there was a note, didn’t you? Benjamin Cortez signed it.”

  “Benjamin Cortez died in ’84.”

  “The year I was born. What a coincidence,” she said with sarcasm. “Do you think Mikey is still alive?”

  “The odds are in your brother’s favor.”

  She smiled.

  “Look, Kate, I know it may be difficult for you to let that head of yours rest a little, with all that’s happened, but you need to rest. We don’t know what’s ahead of us with Cortez, and I don’t want to make a mistake. Aaron doesn’t tolerate mistakes, but he does use them to his advantage. They all do.”

  “All right. Two days?” she asked.

  “Not more than three.” But after I saw the frown on her forehead, I relented. “Okay, two. But you gotta stop doing that thing with your face that looks like you’re upset. I can’t stand it.”

  “I know.” She grinned.

  “You’re going to be trouble in my life, aren’t you?”

  Kate flashed me her teeth once more, happy that we had an understanding.