The Sweetest Sin

by Lexie Davis

  The Sweetest Sin

  TheSweetestSin

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  The Sweetest Sin

  ISBN # 978-1-906811-85-3

  ©Copyright Lexie Davis 2009

  Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright January 2009

  Edited by Jess Bimberg

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2008 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  Darkfever

  THE SWEETEST SIN

  Lexie Davis

  Dedication

  To Claire. Thanks for all you do at TEB.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Snickers: Mars, Incorporated

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  Prologue

  Marah and Ben’s wedding reception

  “You want to get out of here?” Sin Cannon whispered into Callie’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. It’d been a long time since a man took interest in her, and she’d made up her mind before she left the house tonight that this would be the night to indulge in her wildest fantasies. Nothing would stand in her way.

  “Where do you plan on taking me?” Callie tipped her champagne glass to her lips.

  “Well,” he squatted beside her with a hand on her thigh and the other on the back of her chair, “I do have a hotel room.”

  Callie narrowed her eyes. “You’ve got to give me something better than that.”

  She and Sin had talked all night. He actually made her feel comfortable and included at a party where she knew no one. Marah had more or less given her a pity invitation since Callie had been hired as the band Darkfever’s PR rep just a few weeks ago. She hadn’t known what to expect, and honestly, she hadn’t expected the band members to be so nice.

  “I’ll give you anything you want if you come with me.” Sin grabbed the glass from her hand and set it on the table. The twinkle in his eyes said he planned exactly what she wanted. One night of indulgence. One night of nothing but pure Sin.

  “I’m drunk you know.” She turned towards him, deciding she would go wherever he wanted to take her. Drunk or not.

  “You’re not that drunk.” He grabbed the small bag she called a purse and gave her his hand. “You’ve only had two glasses of champagne with your baked chicken.”

  She smiled and reached for him. “Maybe. But I didn’t necessarily say I was drunk because of the champagne, now did I?”

  He looped the purse strap over her shoulder. “The culprit wouldn’t happen to be lust, would it?”

  He bent to kiss her lips briefly, a soft, sensual touch that nearly locked her knees. Oh, lordy, she had it bad for him. He made their excuses to the rest of the band mates—Taye, Midas and Ben—each one smiling at her as if they knew exactly what was going on. These were the people she was supposed to represent and here she was taking one’s offer on a passionate night in his hotel room.

  Sin obviously didn’t care though. He led her to the hallway and pressed the elevator call button, his arm around her the entire time. She loved the comfort and warmth he provided. Even though she’d just met him, there was something about his presence that drew her to him. Something that made her forget the results of her actions, to simply not care. She wanted him and she would have him.

  When they arrived at his room, he inserted the key card in the lock and held the door open for her. She didn’t make it three steps inside before he turned her, pulled her back against him and kissed her. His hands cupped her face while his tongue thrust between her lips. He backed her against the wall, pressing his warm solid body against hers. He was hard, and a pleasurable need quaked within her unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

  He slid a palm up her leg, beneath the flimsy skirt of her dress and pulled her thigh to his hip. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” He breathed the words against her moist lips while the other hand went to her opposite thigh.

  Callie found herself doing what he requested, his body bracing her weight. He pulled out a condom and handed it to her before fumbling with the zipper of his slacks. Callie undid the foil packet and handed the condom to him, glad he’d thought of something that totally slipped her mind.

  He rolled the thin rubber down his shaft quickly and pushed the tip of his cock against her. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw you.” He kissed her and sank deeper, forcing her body to take all of him. “God, you’re tight, baby.”

  Callie clutched his shoulders, digging her nails into his jacket. “Kiss me, Sin.”

  He kissed her, licking at her mouth as he started to pull out and push back inside. It didn’t take long for her desire to increase and the room to spin as he drove her to the first orgasm she’d ever had. She locked her legs around him, squeezing him tighter as her body shook from the intensity. A wordless sigh came from her lips as she closed her eyes. Pleasure washed over her, something she couldn’t have stopped even if she wanted to.

  Sin walked, with her limp body in his arms, to the bed and laid her down on the edge. Pushing her legs toward her chest, he started pumping inside her again. Callie couldn’t possibly fathom coming again yet Sin was determined to make it happen. He pressed his thumb against her clit and rolled the little nub until she came again. Only this time Callie screamed, and Sin came with her.

  Afterward, Sin kissed her cheek and rose from the bed. He took a few seconds in the bathroom to dispose of the condom and removed the rest of his clothing, then came back. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Callie snuggled close, listening to his heartbeat, feeling completely safe surrounded by his warmth. It might have been the champagne talking, but she felt elated.

  They lay like that for a while—totally silent in the darkness. Callie relaxed against his side, stroking her fingers along his chest and abs. She pressed her lips against his pecs, kissing him lightly and tasting his salty skin.

  He cupped her cheek, then leaned down to kiss her. Her body melted into a puddle when his lips brushed against hers. His tongue slid between her lips and stroked against hers. She gripped his arms and gave herself completely to him, begging him silently to touch her, to fill her.

  He rolled her to her back and moved between her legs. Reaching quickly for a condom, he pulled back long enough to put it on before he returned his mouth to hers. She’d had him once, but wanted so much more. He pushed inside her, never taking his lips from hers. Sweat coated their bodies, the soft sounds of his body plunging into hers filling the silence around them.

  When she came the third time, she leaned her head back and moa
ned with the release, drinking in the sensations of the man thrusting into her. Above her, his teeth were clenched, his eyes black slits of darkness. She opened her legs wider, needing him harder, deeper, wanting more of him inside her.

  “I’m comin’, Callie.” His strong body tensed. “God, I want it to last forever.”

  His powerful strokes continued to pummel her, driving hard and deep exactly the way she liked. The next orgasm came without warning at the same time he came. She closed her eyes and cried out, clutching his arms as she gave into the pleasure.

  When her tremors eased, she opened her eyes to stare into the beautiful depths of her lover’s. He bracketed her face with his hands and, in all seriousness, said, “I love you, Callie. Will you marry me?”

  The Sweetest Sin

  Chapter One

  Present day, one year later.

  There were many things in life that made Callie angry. People driving stupidly on the freeway. Long lines at the supermarket. And her sister’s principal calling her at work to inform her of the latest trouble the teen had gotten herself in. Two of the three happened within minutes of each other—Missy’s principal’s call had come fifteen minutes before she found herself in the middle of a huge traffic jam. From what she gathered, the teen had been caught fighting with another kid.

  Callie rushed to the school where she found Missy sitting in the principal’s office sulking with a boy sitting next to her, same attitude. Missy had ice on her knuckles while the boy had ice on his eye.

  “What happened?” Callie asked immediately after walking into the office.

  “Eric called me a bitch and I punched him.” Missy gave a one-shoulder shrug.

  It didn’t matter if Missy was six or sixteen, the girl was destined for trouble. Callie knew because she’d raised her most of her life, each day harder than the next with no breaks in between. Not that she regretted taking her younger sister into her house. She’d never regret that, but Missy didn’t make Callie’s job as a parent easy.

  Missy moved the ice pack and grimaced at her purple knuckles. “Principal Farmer is so pissed right now.”

  “Language, Missy.” Callie huffed a breath, taking the seat next to her sister. “Why would your principal be any more concerned with you fighting as apposed to someone else?”

  Missy gave her a deadpan look. “Eric is his son.”

  After talking with the principal, convincing him it wasn’t necessary to suspend Missy and promising she’d be punished, Callie and Missy were finally on the freeway headed toward their home.

  The traffic in L.A. was horrendous. Cars were lined up bumper to bumper, accidents all around. Another one of Callie’s pet peeves was the people in traffic who always slowed down to see what happened. She hated to think about Missy getting her driver’s license soon. She had her permit but had yet to drive anywhere outside her driver’s education training.

  “Are you mad at me?” Missy asked, digging through her oversized purse.

  “A little, Missy. You know better than to go around hitting people. Especially the principal’s son.” Callie lifted her foot off the brake to roll forward, not even far enough to actually press the gas pedal.

  “So does this mean were not going to Vegas for spring break?”

  As much as Callie should make the teenager suffer, she couldn’t take away their one and only trip together. In all honesty, she was looking forward to leaving L.A. herself, and going back home to see their elderly aunt Rose. They needed the break. She needed the break.

  “No, I’m not cancelling our trip. But that doesn’t mean you’re getting away with the crime. You’ll be doing all the chores when we get home up until the time we leave.”

  Missy groaned. “My hand still hurts.”

  “Tough.” Callie finally made it to their exit and pulled off the freeway. The sun hung high in the sky, heating the car with its rays. “Missy, if you promise to stay out of trouble and be good, I’ll take you out driving while we’re in Vegas.”

  Missy’s face lit up. “You mean it?”

  Callie swallowed hard and nodded her head.

  “Yes!” Missy nearly jumped out of her seat. “You are the best sister ever.”

  * * * *

  Vegas was perfect for getting away. The girl gyrating around the pole looked barely eighteen with large breasts and a sleek figure, working on getting her tips for the night. Needless to say she didn’t have to work too hard for the room full of stiff dicks that came to see her.

  Her name was Sandy, but she went by the name Mystique while on stage. Sin had known her the two years she’d worked at Scandalous, a gentleman’s club for the higher paying clients. Yeah. Barely twenty and she resorted to making a living by pulling her clothes off for men.

  “Oh yeah, baby.” Sin flashed Mystique his best smile and stuffed a hundred dollar bill in her silver G-string. She smiled back and bent over at the waist to kiss him fully on the lips.

  The guys on the other side of the stage were sure to get a nice view of what the stupid scrap of fabric barely covered, and for the first time ever, Sin wanted to tell her to cover her exposed breasts and put some decent clothes on.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  “You want to meet me in the back, sweetheart?” Mystique asked, running her finger along Sin’s chin, then over his lips. “I’m almost through with my act.”

  “Five minutes?”

  She simply smiled at him and left their area to attend to other ‘clients’. Sin pursed his lips. In a way, Mystique reminded him of Callie Quinn, the newest edition to the Darkfever family. After the one night spent together at Marah and Ben’s wedding, she had yet to give him the time of day.

  The long forgotten words of grandmother’s sound advice came back to bite him on the ass. Girls don’t want a boy that is only good for one night. They want a man that is good for a lifetime.

  Dumbly, he’d told her he loved her and then asked her to marry him that same night, resulting in the most horrid event of his life. She’d walked out on him.

  Sure, the only thing he truly cared about was having fun and living it up while he was still young, but he knew what his grandmother meant. A woman wanted a guy who was dependable, with a nine to five work schedule, and who liked romantic walks on the beach and counting stars in the moonlight. The total opposite of him, Sin determined, taking a long pull from his beer.

  He didn’t know the first thing about romance, having only two ‘real’ relationships in his life. He only knew sex. He could make a girl scream her throat raw in pleasure before he even plunged his cock inside her. He knew all the right spots to touch, at all the right times. He knew the best positions to achieve the ultimate satisfaction.

  Sin sighed. He knew all that but hadn’t understood or ever really cared about the romance side of it. He’d never held a girl’s hand without his touch eventually leading to more. He’d never cared to buy anyone but Marah dinner, and that was only because they’d spent the entire day in the ER with Hawkins when he’d had appendicitis.

  Sin refocused his attention back to the stage where the hot police chick stood resembling a dominatrix more than an officer of the law. Her short patent leather skirt matched the thigh high boots, and the small scrap of cloth she called a shirt was now brushed aside to expose her large nipples to the audience. She smiled coyly at him and slowly walked his way. Bending, she fisted her hand in his shirt and pulled him to her.

  “You’ve been a bad, bad boy.” As quick as lightning, she cuffed one metal ring around his wrist and forced his hands behind his back to cuff the other. She pulled him to his feet and pushed him toward the private rooms.

  In the years he’d been coming to Scandalous, he’d never seen this particular red-headed beauty. She shoved him into what was called the Red Room backstage and pushed him so that he lay back on the velvet-covered bed made in the form of lips. She straddled him, moving her hips in circles against his cock.

  Slender fingers tugged the zipper of her costume down while th
e other hand pulled his head forward to her breast. “Suck me.”

  He did.

  She slid her skirt higher, her bare pussy exposed. She kissed him, forcing her tongue between his lips while she rocked against his cock. He was hard, and she pressed at the right angle, working them both closer to orgasm.

  “Thanks, Mag, but I’ve got it from here.” Mystique stood in the doorway, hand propped on her hip.

  “Oh, let me in on the fun. Look how he’s begging for it. Practically wanting to fuck me right here.” She leaned forward. “Aren’t you, baby?”

  Mystique rolled her eyes. “Three-ways aren’t my thing.”

  “You’re the only one objecting.” Mag shifted and knelt before Sin. She unzipped him and tugged his pants to his knees after he lifted his hips for her. His cock bobbed in her hand and she smiled. “Come on, Myst. Two mouths are better than one.”

  Sin dropped his head back as Mag’s mouth closed around the tip of his cock. He didn’t see or hear Mystique cross the room but soon felt her lips kissing his stomach, working their way down until her tongue slipped out to lick his balls.

  They teased him. In Sin’s mind, he couldn’t stop the images of Callie between his legs, her lips and tongue caressing him and her sweet mouth sucking him into oblivion. He couldn’t stop thinking about her ever since the moment they met. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her he loved her. He wasn’t kidding now as he craved her body, the simple need to be with her.

  Mag and Mystique drove him to come, the salty white fluid shooting out at the two of them. He didn’t dare open his eyes to see their faces. He only relished the moment, the perfect picture of his fantasy with Callie. The one and only woman he ever needed.