Tempted by a Sinner (Seven Sinners Book 4)

by A G Henderson

  Babe? Hell to the yes.

  Blood rushing in my ears, I held myself still while she teased me. Mercilessly. Relentlessly. Pink tongue finding smooth skin encasing steel everywhere it went. My hands trembled from how tightly I clenched them.

  Finally, she glanced up and put her lips around me. Sunshine eyes never wavered as she slowly slid down my shaft, making my dick disappear one agonizing second at a time. And she kept going, making my eyes widen with the realization of what she intended.

  Naomi paused for a second, and feeling her throat work around me was almost enough to make me spill my load right then and there.

  She moaned and took the rest of me in a hot rush that had me yelling meaningless things at the ceiling. She held herself there, tongue swirling around me. I pictured my ass trapped in cement while I fought to keep from thrusting.

  On a rough gasp, she came back up, breathing hard. Saliva trailed from her mouth to my now glistening length. But it was the pleased smile on her face that devastated me.

  She wrapped her hand around my base, unable to close her fingers. “I wasn’t sure I could to that,” she said softly. Her hand pumped me up and down, the glide made easier by the wetness left behind. My hips surged up to meet her, and she squeezed me nice and tight, increasing her pace.

  Eyes dark with intent, she kept my gaze locked with hers as she descended again. Her lips went back around my cock, taking me deeper until they met her own hand. Her cheeks hollowed, suction making my eyes roll back in my head and I groaned, foot tapping like mad on the floor.

  “Careful, Smoothie Girl. Keep that up and I’m gonna fill your throat.”

  She only moaned and sucked me harder. My control broke with the screeching sound of reality tearing itself apart.

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair, my other hand going to her throat. Heedless of my size, I held her there and started pumping my hips in shallow strokes that swiftly turned plunging. She relaxed her throat, and I was able to thrust into her mouth with abandon, filling the room with wet, sloppy sounds that only made me burn hotter.

  When I would go too deep for too long, she would sink her nails into my thighs, and I would pull back just long enough to let her catch her breath.

  I made the mistake of looking down and my balls tightened, drawing up against me. There was no fucking way I was going to last. Not with the way she kept enthusiastically slurping and sucking at my dick despite the rough treatment.

  Like no matter how hard I gave it to her, she couldn’t get enough.

  “Naomi,” I warned, pulling her from my shaft by her hair.

  Using the hand that had been on her throat, I started stroking myself. Fist pumping up and down my length so fast it was only a blur.

  She raked her nails down my hand, instantly replacing mine with both of hers when I pulled it away. Licking her lips, she mimicked my pace, and my knees trembled while my body curled in on itself.

  I came with a roar, pumping my hips into her grip as ropes of cum shot from me, painting her neck and chest. Marking her body as mine.

  “Fuck.” Spent, I almost collapsed. It was the sight of her running her thumb through my cum and sucking at it with a devilish grin that kept me in place.

  “That’s one way to start the day,” she said, grinning.

  “Trust me when I tell you I that I can show you several more.” I offered my hand and pulled her to her feet, pressing our bodies together. My lips found hers, sweeping across them with a taunt. Plunging my tongue inside with a promise.

  She patted my chest. “Next time. I’ve got to take another shower thanks to somebody.” Retrieving her coat and securing it, she headed to the door as if she hadn’t blown my brains across the ceiling.

  Naomi turned to add one last thing. “By the way, I’m on the pill. So, next time? I want to feel all of that inside me.”

  Then she was gone, leaving her sweet, peach smell behind.

  Fuck. Me.

  Which of us was supposed to be the outlaw again?

  Chapter Nineteen

  Naomi

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, pulling to a stop in front of an imposing bar. The tall building wasn’t making me nervous so much as the idea of its occupants.

  My oversized passenger—who looked packed into my tiny car—didn’t answer me. Tone stared out at Genesis, a pensive expression on his face.

  I chewed on the inside of my cheek, wondering if I’d overstepped by asking where he spent most of his time when he wasn’t around. It just...came out all of a sudden while we were curled up in his bed watching movies a few nights ago. I thought that maybe he was going to ignore the question when time passed without him answering.

  Until tonight.

  Which brought us here.

  Not for the first time, I had to stare an uncomfortable fact in the face. The man I was falling harder for every single day was a criminal.

  An actual, real-life lawbreaker who lived by no rules but his own.

  The funny thing was that wasn’t the part making me uncomfortable.

  I was bothered by how little it bothered me.

  But something about the whole thing didn’t feel real. Tone didn’t talk or act like a criminal. Certainly nothing I’d been witness to, anyway. And given the kindness he treated others with, it was hard to imagine him getting up to anything unsavory.

  Would seeing him around the rest of the Seven Sinners help things make sense? I wasn’t sure. And seeing as how a few minutes had passed and he was still sitting there, jaw tight, I was starting to think this was a mistake.

  Maybe he wants to keep me separate from that part of his life? whispered a sensible voice.

  He might even have a perfectly good reason. What if there was someone in his past who might come after me?

  But there was a louder voice in the back of my head, and it was worried about the wrong things. It was saying, maybe he wants to hide you away. Maybe he doesn’t want you to meet more of his friends.

  Pinching the back of my hand didn’t banish those thoughts as completely as I hoped.

  “You really want to do this?” he asked suddenly.

  I glanced at him, and there was something close to worry in those dark eyes. A chill worked its way down my spine and my throat went dry. “No one is going to like...hurt me, or anything, are they?”

  He frowned, fists clenching. His agitation made the world shrink around us, narrowing down until we were balanced on a fine point. There weren’t many things that seemed to upset him. But when they hit their mark, I saw the capability in his frame to do violence. No matter how well he kept it tucked away.

  “They wouldn’t fucking dare,” he said. “But this isn’t the kind of atmosphere you’re used to, Naomi. The people in there are my family, but you need to know that we aren’t nice people.”

  You are. I knew better than to say it.

  Instead, I offered him a shaky smile. “Good thing I’ve got my knight in shining armor to walk me through the door then.”

  Those endless eyes lingered on me for a long moment, so dark I couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling. “The only kind of armor that would fit me is black as sin, Smoothie Girl. Careful that you don’t forget that.”

  He climbed out, and I tucked that bone of information away to be chewed on later. Tone grabbed my hand, making sparks dance and leap at his touch the same way they never failed to do. He kept me at his side as we hustled out of the cold and into the lion’s den.

  With one hand, he pushed the double doors open and the idle chatter of conversation died like someone had hit a switch.

  There was no way he missed the sudden attention on us from all sides. How could he? It was oppressive. It was standing up to read in front of the class and you forgot all the words times one-hundred.

  Stiffness straightened my shoulders, and I glanced left and right, finding hard looking men in leather everywhere I looked. I was grateful when Tone started forward. At least some of the faces huddled around large tables ri
ght near the bar—and otherwise lingering in close proximity—were familiar.

  Texas and Lizzy were in a booth along the far wall, leaning over a small carrier set up on top of their table. Across from them sat a guy with dark hair, piercings lining his brow. Lizzy’s eyes went wide when she saw us, and she started whispering something to her man urgently.

  That...can’t be good, can it?

  There was a pair of Hispanic guys that had to be twins who watched our approach from one end of the bar—two gorgeous women sat on either side of them. Axle was leaning against a wooden pillar, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth. Twisting a pair of darts between his fingers. Two more women went back and forth behind the bar itself. I recognized the one with fire-red hair from the party. The other girl was rocking electric-blue. Briefly, I wondered if it was intentional.

  Then I noticed the man stationed on the upper levels, just like he had been before. Arms covered in black ink. Cruelty bleeding from the sneer on his harsh face. Violence lurking in the way his hands strangled the railing. He watched me without blinking.

  I broke eye contact first and didn’t even feel bad about the show of weakness.

  Sure, I had a bit of an attitude on me sometimes. I liked to argue and push buttons maybe a little more than I should. Those were pretty much a guarantee when growing up with an older brother who was destined to be a lawyer even in his earliest years.

  The easiest way to win an argument with someone who took it way too seriously? Get extra bratty until they couldn’t be bothered anymore. It was foolproof.

  It was also not a game I was interested in playing with their...Prez? Do they actually call him that? I figured they probably didn’t. But even though Tone had been joking when he talked about Creed stealing souls with prolonged exposure, I wasn’t going to chance it.

  At least until he spoke.

  “The fuck do you think you’re doing, Tone?” God, he had the angriest voice of anyone I’d ever heard speak. It reminded me of the first, startling crack of lightning during an otherwise calm storm.

  For his part, Tone looked cool and unaffected as he glanced up at his boss. “Having a drink,” he said with a shrug. “Hanging with my girl. You know, the usual.”

  His girl. I knew there was a reason I’d left a note to myself about buying a tape recorder. What I wouldn’t give to play those two words on repeat before I went to sleep every night.

  “She doesn’t belong here,” Boss Man snapped.

  I flinched. I couldn’t help it.

  There was also no way to miss Axle’s smirk. Thankfully, I was free to flip him off behind Tone’s back without anyone noticing. Well, almost anyone. Texas released a laugh born of a rockslide.

  Tone squeezed my fingers, the only sign of his deteriorating mood. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to bring me here. I didn’t even know why I’d insisted on this now.

  There were about a thousand other places we could be, and they would all feel more welcoming than here.

  “Creed,” the redhead snapped right back, glancing up at him.

  The leader of the Sinners finally blinked and looked away from me. When his eyes landed on hers, his demeanor softened. Don’t get me wrong. The slight change didn’t make him an approachable teddy bear.

  It was closer to staring at an apex predator that had recently eaten, and that was the only reason they were going to let you live.

  Their silent conversation continued long enough to make my palms sweat with anxiety. I wished the other people around us would go back to what they were doing. Being put on the spot wasn’t something I prepared for.

  Creed stood and stepped away from the railing, disappearing into the shadows. The redhead shot me an amused smirk and rolled her eyes as if to say, Men, what can you do?

  I forced a tight smile because I certainly had nothing to come back with. She went towards the stairs and started a slow ascent. Once she reached the top, the entire room let out a collective breath and time started back up.

  Well, I breathed easier at least.

  Axle threw darts. The twins spun on their seats, much to the amusement of the two gorgeous women on either side. The other bikers returned to games of pool and poker.

  Tone tugged me into his side, planting a kiss on the side of my head that went a long way towards making me feel better.

  “Sorry about that,” he said, lips brushing my ear. “Creed doesn’t know how to turn off the asshole.”

  “How does he get along with anyone?”

  Weren't leaders supposed to be charismatic and charming?

  “He usually doesn’t,” Tone admitted. “Caitlin, Tex, and Rain are the only people he’s sociable with. Lizzy too, sometimes. But that took almost a year.”

  Lizzy had been by the shop more than a few times already. If it had taken her angelic personality that long to thaw Creed’s layers, I was never going to have a chance.

  Great news, as far as I was concerned.

  I wasn’t one of those people who considered befriending dangerous animals to be a smart life choice. I'll keep my limbs far away from the lion’s mouth. Thank you very much.

  “Ready to get your ass kicked again?” Axle called, holding up a dart.

  Tone laughed, and the sound made me forget all about the angry man above us. He looked at me, raising his brows. “You want to play?”

  “She doesn’t,” Lizzy answered for me, striding right into the midst of us and snatching my hand from him.

  “I don’t?” I asked her, fighting a grin.

  She smiled at me. “Nah. It’ll be way more fun to watch my caveman kick both their asses instead.” She lifted a hand and waved over at Texas.

  “Oh, come on.” Tone groaned as the large biker got to his feet. “He’s a marksman. That’s cheating.”

  The dark-haired man joined us at the same time as Texas. I was just putting together why his gray eyes looked familiar when he introduced himself.

  “Rain,” he said, smiling. “This won’t be the first time I’ve apologized on my brother’s behalf, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry he’s such a complete shit.”

  His frankness surprised me, and the widening of my eyes said as much.

  He chuckled. “Relax. I never pledged my allegiance. Under the little brother clause, I can talk as much shit as I want.”

  “Don’t listen to him.” Tone pretended to cover my ears. “He’s only acting brave because he’s out of punching distance.”

  “Nah, don't listen to him,” Rain said. “He's lost his shit-talking rights until he agrees to come back to the garage.”

  My knight sighed. “Haven't we had this conversation?”

  Rain nodded. “Yeah, but I'm going to keep bringing it up until you agree. I need somebody to balance out Lynn’s gloating.”

  I laughed on the inside while observing their good-natured back and forth. It was obvious they had worked together for some time. They were comfortable ribbing each other without any real heat behind the insults.

  The blue-haired girl came around the bar and grabbed my other hand, planting a quick kiss on Rain’s cheek.

  I didn’t know who she was, but she was rocking her low-rise jeans and camisole in a way I had to admit was impressive. We were also fairly similar in the chest department, and I immediately sympathized with her back.

  “You can always join us in admiring little Abigail,” she said, and Lizzy cheered on my other side. “Today might even be the day you learn how to change a diaper, Uncle Tone.”

  He dipped towards me, brushing his lips against mine right in front of everyone like it was no big deal. Warmth filled me. “I’ll come back to steal you,” he said softly.

  Before I could finish nodding, Lizzy and her friend were pulling me away. We sat down where Texas and Rain had been. My hands were still being held captive, so sliding into the circular booth took a bit of work on my part.

  “Kayla,” Lizzy said. “Will you do the honors?”

  “Gladly.” Sh
e dashed back to the bar and grabbed a bottle of something clear, along with three shot glasses, before returning and pouring one for each of us.

  “Is this a special occasion?” I picked my drink up and took a sniff. My eyes immediately watered. “Holy cow, what the heck is this stuff?”

  Lizzy shrugged. “Who cares? It’s on the house and it’s strong. What’s not to love?”

  Kayla downed her shot without waiting for either of us and poured another. “And to answer your question, this is a special occasion. We always celebrate when another pair of ovaries helps even out the ridiculous amount of testosterone around here.”

  I knew there was a reason I liked her.

  “In case it wasn’t obvious,” she continued. “We’re going to get you drunk and then pump you for information.

  I laughed. At least she was honest. “I don’t know if I have anything interesting to offer up.”

  “Please,” Lizzy scoffed. “I’m gonna give you a pass since you’re new to town. But him bringing you here? Straight to what has recently become the inner sanctum? That’s a whole lot of interesting. You’ve got some ‘splaining to do, missy.”

  I was a bit hesitant, but that was what the liquid courage in my hand was for. This was a golden opportunity to find out more about the man who already had a hold of my heart. Straight from the mouths of people who really knew him.

  Was I going to pass it up?

  Not a chance.

  Besides, it had been a while since I last really cut loose.

  Pinching my nose shut, I downed the shot and felt the pleasant burn travel from the back of my throat to my stomach. “Wow,” I choked out while Kayla refilled my glass. “Okay, where should I start?”

  They shared a look then turned back to me, eyes glittering. Lizzy’s smile was bright and friendly. “At the beginning,” she said. “Tell us everything.”

  ***

  I wasn’t sure when exactly I’d started the downhill slide from tipsy towards flat-out drunk, but the descent happened surprisingly fast, and the summit was looking pretty far away.