Devious Intentions (Carson Cove Sandals Book 3)

by Kelli Callahan

  “I don’t think you’re allowed to kiss me like that anymore…” I exhaled sharply when I felt his lips move down to my neck. “You’re my stepbrother now.”

  “If I had a stepsister like you growing up, I would have never left home.” He slid his hands down to my ass and squeezed.

  “If you lived here, I might actually be tempted to move in.” I reached for his shirt and started to unbutton it.

  “Good thing this is the last time either of us will ever see the inside of this place.” Damien pulled me towards the bed.

  I had no idea how the dynamics were going to work once my mother moved in with her new husband. I wanted to heed Damien’s caution and stay as far away from Edgar Sinn as possible, but I couldn’t completely abandon my mother. That was something I would have to figure out another time because Damien’s touch was rapidly distracting me from everything except for the passion that started to ignite between us. The worries melted away as our clothes were scattered on the floor. Our desire was strong enough to make everything else seem like it didn’t matter in that moment. I knew he was tangled up in the raw emotions of our situation, just like I was, but we both needed to feel something else—something so much sweeter than turmoil.

  “Nothing will ever come between us, Leigh.” Damien kissed my neck as he forced my legs apart. “I won’t let it.”

  “I believe you.” I exhaled sharply into his ear.

  Despite the emotional sundering I had endured, my body still reacted to Damien’s touch—I craved it. My pussy was wet with desire even before I felt his cock against it. He started to enter me, and the ache that was present the first time we made love was a lot less intense. I already knew what kind of pleasure was possible when I was in his arms. He gave me a few quick thrusts and then started to push deeper. The ache disappeared, and the bliss began to surge through my veins. He didn’t have to go slow or be as gentle as he was when he took my virginity, and that felt even better than it did when I had my first taste of paradise. I moved my hips in unison with his thrusts until he was as deep as he could go.

  “That feels really good.” I dug my nails into Damien’s back.

  “Show me.” He growled into my ear and started to drive his cock into me with more fury behind his thrusts.

  Damien didn’t have to wait very long to get what he was asking for. He slammed into me several times as the words left his lips, and I felt the pressure starting to build. Perhaps my body just wanted to feel anything that was pleasurable in that moment. His hands moved along my skin. His lips teased my neck. His cock sent me spiraling towards the stratosphere of bliss. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to prolong it, just so I could enjoy the build, but it was impossible. He drove his length into my pussy and throbbed against my g-spot. The sensations of pure pleasure were too strong, and I felt my body begin to shake.

  “I’m coming!” My abdominal muscles tightened, and I rolled forward—then my pussy spasmed on his girth. “Don’t stop!”

  “I’m not going to stop until I explode inside your pretty pussy,” Damien growled his response and started to put more ferocity behind his thrusts.

  The orgasm tore through my body like a tornado that was stronger than the emotional one spinning in the distance. Endorphins were released into my veins, and they numbed everything around me. I felt Damien throbbing and pulsating as thrust after thrust was driven into my spasming pussy. The peak soared—and went higher as every thrust was hammered into my g-spot. A second orgasm came as quickly as the first. The desire for Damien to be in that moment with me took control of every fiber of my being. I lifted up with a gasp until my lips were against his ears. He heard my moans and the excitement in every breath I took.

  “I want you to come in me—please!” I dug my nails into his back and begged for his passion.

  “Oh god!” Damien’s hips started to move erratically, and his cock throbbed even harder.

  Several hard thrusts preceded his release and then I felt the lust surging through his shaft. He erupted inside of me, and a primal roar rushed across his lips as he tasted his sweet release. Feeling his seed flood my pussy was enough to make me come for the third time. It peaked so hard that my head spun, and I fell back against the mattress. Damien didn’t stop slamming his powerful thrusts into my body until the orgasm had faded. We were both drained and spent, but I felt better than I had felt all day—especially when Damien stretched out beside me and wrapped his arms around my trembling body.

  “I needed that…” I curled up against his chest.

  “I needed it too.” Damien pressed his lips to my forehead. “I meant what I said—I’m not going to let anything come between us.”

  I trust you a lot more than anyone else in my life right now…

  I spent most of the night with Damien and returned home to an empty house. That wasn’t surprising. The next morning, I woke up and went to the Pembroke, where I had to beg my boss not to fire me on the spot for calling in sick. My boss agreed to give me one more chance, but when I made it to the front desk, I realized she wasn’t the only one that I had to make amends with. Hank was supposed to get off early because he had plans with his girlfriend but had to cancel them when I didn’t show. He seemed to accept my apology but wasn’t his usual jovial self…

  “Are you going to tell me what really happened yesterday?” Hank walked up to me as I was clocking out at the end of my shift. “I know you weren’t sick.”

  “It was a family issue.” I turned towards him. “I promise I didn’t call in just because I wanted a day off.”

  “If you’re going to leave me stranded like that again, at least have the courtesy to send me a text message or something.” Hank clocked out and walked towards the exit.

  I felt awful for abandoning Hank and ruining his plans, but I would have been a wreck if I showed up for work. My conversation with Damien would have been weighing on my mind, and I might have talked myself out of it if I took more time to think about the potential repercussions. I hoped Hank would forgive me eventually—but I had other things to worry about. I sent two messages to my mother earlier that morning, asking if we could talk before I was supposed to meet her, and she hadn’t responded at all. It was bad enough for her to ignore me when she was off on one of her excursions, but I knew she was back in town—there was no reason for her not to check her phone regularly.

  I guess I’ll just go home—if she doesn’t respond before it’s time for us to meet, then I’m not going.

  I sent a message to Damien to let him know that I was heading home and to see if we could possibly get together if my plans fell through. He was working and wasn’t sure when he would be done. I had schoolwork that needed my attention, so I couldn’t spend the entire night with him anyway, but I would have pulled myself away if we could have met for dinner. I didn’t think my mom would be interested in sitting down for a meal with me after I told her that I had no intention of moving with her to Sinn Manor—and I didn’t want to have to break that news to her in a public place if possible. I checked my phone a couple of times as I drove and checked it one last time before I made the final turn that would take me to my house.

  Hmm. The lights are on—she must be home. Wait, is that a real estate sign in the front yard!?

  I turned my car into the driveway and immediately hopped out. I wasn’t seeing things. There was a Blue Stone Realty sign in my front yard—my mother had put our house on the market. I tried not to get angry, even though that was the first emotion that tried to surface. My mother probably thought it was the right thing to do—I hadn’t been able to tell her that I wanted to stay there on my own after she moved out. I still thought it would have been reasonable for her to tell me that she planned to sell my childhood home—the house that my grandparents bought for us—before I drove up and saw the sign.

  “Mom?” I pushed the door open.

  “You made it!” She walked out of the living room with a smile on her face. “Hurry up and get changed—wear something nice. I mad
e a reservation at Moretti’s.”

  “Did you not get my text messages?” I tilted my head inquisitively.

  “Oh, I need to give you my new number. Edgar added us to his account and bought us new phones.” She pointed towards the dining room, and I saw a brand new iPhone sitting on the table. “You can set yours up on the way to the restaurant.”

  “Hold on.” I held up my hand. “Mom, we need to talk—about everything.”

  “What’s wrong?” She gave me a perplexed stare.

  “I don’t want to move, and I don’t want you to sell the house.” I motioned to the room with my hand. “I’m old enough to be on my own, and I’d like to stay here after you move out.”

  “Don’t be silly.” My mother shook her head back and forth. “Edgar has an enormous mansion. There’s plenty of room for us both. He doesn’t mind if you stay with us until you figure out what you’re going to do with your life—he even offered to pay for you to go to college if that’s still what you want to do.”

  I might as well tell her the truth. It’s not like it matters anymore.

  “Mom…” I exhaled sharply and looked down at the floor. “I’m already in college.”

  “What are you talking about?” Her head snapped back. “I’ve never seen you go to a single class.”

  “I’m taking classes online…” I sighed.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” A look of bewilderment spread across her face.

  “Because all you’ve ever wanted me to do was find someone with money and get married!” I felt frustration start to take over—there were a lot of pent up emotions that had been held back for quite some time.

  “Edgar does know a lot of wealthy young men—that could still happen.” She nodded.

  “No!” I shook my head back and forth immediately. “That’s your dream, not mine. I don’t need to have money or live in a mansion to feel like my life means something.”

  “I just want a better life—for the both of us.” She tilted her head with a hint of a smile on her lips. “I think you’ll understand one day. Things are going to be so much easier for us now.”

  “Mom, I’m happy here! This is good enough for me!” I tensed up and shook my head.

  I don’t even know if I still want to leave Carson Cove after I graduate from college. I may have a good reason to stay…

  “Let’s talk about this at the restaurant.” She ignored the fact that I raised my voice and seemed to dismiss what I said completely. “I’m sure Edgar can talk some sense into you.”

  “He’s meeting us for dinner?” I couldn’t contain the scoff that followed my words. “I thought it was just supposed to be the two of us.”

  “Of course, he’s going to be there.” She turned towards the mirror and checked her lipstick. “He’s my husband.”

  This is like talking to a brick wall. I’m done.

  “Then you go have dinner with him.” I waved her off and walked to my bedroom. “I’m not going, and I’m not moving.”

  “Leigh…” My mother followed me, and there was finally a hint of emotion in her voice. “You have to go. I told Edgar you would be joining us. He’s excited to get to know you a little better. You’ve never had a father…”

  “Don’t even go there!” I turned towards her and shook my head angrily. “He is not my father—you haven’t even known the man long enough for him to be your husband.”

  “Well, he is…” My mother narrowed her eyes, and I saw anger start to form in them—I couldn’t even remember the last time she had been upset. “I’m selling the house, Leigh. You’re not staying here. The moving company is coming tomorrow, and by the time you get off work, all of your stuff will be moved out.”

  “We need to discuss this.” I took a step forward.

  “There’s nothing to discuss. If you want to see your new place before your stuff gets delivered there, I’ll text you the address.” My mother shrugged and walked towards the front door of our house.

  “Wait…” I followed her to the door. “I’ll go. Give me a few minutes to get ready.”

  It was clear that my mother was ready to end the conversation on the spot without discussing it further. My only option for continuing it was to go with her to Moretti’s and see if I could convince her not to go through with selling the house. That was going to be even more difficult with her new husband sitting across the table. Based on what Damien had told me about his father, I didn’t expect him to be very reasonable. I had to come up with a way to show them that it was in their best interest to let me stay where I was.

  I quickly got dressed in something that was presentable enough for Moretti’s. It was odd to hear my mother say she had made a reservation there like she had been doing it her entire life—it certainly wasn’t somewhere she frequented unless she was on a date. The ride to the restaurant was silent, for the most part. I decided not to press the issue until we made it to the table and there was a chance to bring it up. I would have preferred to drive, but I could always take an Uber back to my house—I had no intention of joining the newlyweds for a tour of the recently decimated Sinn Manor.

  I wonder if Damien’s father even knows what the place looks like right now…

  “I hope you’re not going to bring up anything we discussed earlier in front of Edgar.” My mother finally spoke when we arrived at Moretti’s.

  “Why?” I gave her a perplexed look.

  “Edgar is trying to take care of us—I don’t want him to think you’re ungrateful.” She narrowed her eyes, and once again, I saw a hint of the anger from earlier. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “I won’t do anything to embarrass you, Mom.” I unlocked my door and stepped out of the car.

  It wasn’t uncommon for me to disagree with my mother, and I had become a master of pacifying her whims, but it was rare for me to be at complete odds with her. She was normally too preoccupied by her so-called hopes and dreams to do more than ramble on about what she thought was best for me. I didn’t tell her I was going to school initially to avoid having her bring it up constantly and tell me it was a waste of time. She didn’t really have the tenacity for direct confrontation, so when I said no, it was usually the end of it. Something was different. She wasn’t backing down like she always did when I pushed back. It was almost desperation—she finally had what she always wanted and feared losing it.

  “Ah, Leigh. It’s nice to see you again.” Edgar stood up when I approached the table, and I did my best not to cringe when he kissed my hand.

  “Good to see you again as well, Mr. Sinn.” I forced polite words through a plastered smile.

  And your two bodyguards that are standing by the door…

  “Please, call me Edgar.” He looked past me when my mother approached, and his face lit up with a smile that looked—almost genuine.

  My mother apologized for being late. I squeaked out one of my own and shouldered the blame for our delay. The appetizers arrived as the conversation shifted to a discussion about the move, and I did my best to bite my tongue. It was clear that Edgar expected us both to move in with him, and one glare from my mother told me that I shouldn’t even dare bring up what we talked about before we left for the restaurant.

  Edgar had already decided which room was going to be mine and talked with one of his contacts at Carson Cove University to make arrangements for me to enroll when the next semester started. My mother just smiled through it all—she didn’t tell him that I was already attending classes online, or that I didn’t want to live with them. She just expected me to go along with it without voicing an objection.

  I didn’t think it was going to be this difficult. I’m getting backed into a corner without saying a word.

  I was torn. The only way I could make my case was to stomp all over their excitement. They had made grand plans for their future, and mine, without even consulting me. Our meal arrived, and it finally caused a break in the conversation. If I was going to speak up, I had to do so quickly. I felt like the only option I had was
to use what I knew about Edgar to my advantage—in a passive aggressive way that didn’t reveal how much I really knew about my mother’s new husband.

  “So, Edgar…” I reached for my fork and looked over at him. “I feel like you know everything about me, and I don’t know anything about you.”

  “There’s not much to tell.” He shrugged. “I grew up in Carson Cove, and I’ve lived here my whole life. My family owns Sinn Technology, and after my father decided to retire, I took over as CEO.”

  I believe you left a few steps out of that journey…

  “Is the rest of your family still in Carson Cove?” I tilted my head inquisitively.

  “Some, yes.” He nodded and took a bite of his food.

  “Do you have any children?” I reached for my drink.

  “Stop being so nosy.” My mother reached over and patted my hand.

  “Mom, I’m just trying to find out if I have any stepbrothers or stepsisters.” I pulled my hand away but kept the smile on my face.

  “It’s okay.” Edgar waved my mother off. “She has a right to know—we’re family now. Yes, I have a daughter named Jenny, who is a few years younger than you. She will be living with us at Sinn Manor.”

  Really? Does he not know that she moved out?

  “That’s all you need to know.” My mother narrowed her eyes at me.

  “I’ll just tell her.” Edgar exhaled sharply. “There’s no reason to keep secrets—even if they’re painful.”

  “Secrets?” I raised both eyebrows.

  “I also have a son.” Edgar put down his fork, and I saw him tremble. “His name is Damien…”