by Lexie Davis
She scooted forward in the bathtub, giving him room to join her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her shoulder. This was where she wanted to be, the best place on earth.
“You’re mine, baby.” He kissed his way to her neck. “All mine.”
Callie turned, splashing water over the edge as she switched positions and straddled his thighs. “Do you promise I’m the only woman for you?”
“Yes.” His hand came between her legs.
Callie swallowed and pressed her pelvis against his hand. “Will you promise never to leave me?”
Sin lifted his eyes and met hers. “’Til death do us part. You’re stuck with me, sweetheart. I almost feel sorry for you.”
She laughed on a sob and wrapped her arms around him. He stopped playing long enough to hold her, to hug her and love her back.
“I love you,” she whispered.
She pulled back to see the smile on his face. His cock pulsed against her, half covered with the water. She lifted and guided him inside her. With a groan, Sin clenched her hips as she impaled herself on his shaft.
“So what is our wedding going to be like? Missy said you wanted a white suit.” She leaned forward and licked one of his stiff nipples, scraping it with her teeth as she pulled away slowly.
“Outside. On the beach. An Intimate ceremony with our friends and family. Missy chose blood red roses for the table and your bouquet.”
She slammed back down again and stole his breath. She loved it. Callie moaned as he guided her, closing her eyes and picturing what he said. “My only family is Aunt Rose.”
“My only family is the guys.” He leaned forward and sucked her nipple between his lips.
She clenched Sin’s hair, holding him to her as his cock pumped inside her. Callie fought the sensations, denying herself pleasure until she couldn’t take it anymore. Sin felt too perfect, made her feel too good.
She came, starbursts of light filling her sight. Sin couldn’t hold back any longer, pulling her against him as he exploded inside her. She collapsed in his arms, pressing her face into his neck.
She was tired of running. The only place she wanted to be was with Sin, in his arms. He gave her comfort like nothing else in this world.
“Where are we going on our honeymoon?” she asked sometime later, when the water cooled against their skin.
He chuckled and brushed her hair off her cheek. “Anywhere you want.”
“And what about Missy? I guess she could stay with Aunt Rose while we’re away.”
“That or I’m sure I could talk Ben and Marah into keeping her for a week. Marah would love having a teenage girl in the house. She’d take her shopping and do just about anything Missy wanted to do.” He kissed her cheek. “Besides, Dickhead owes me anyway.”
“Ask me again.” Callie pushed up from the comfort of his arms.
“Ask you what?”
She slid her finger along Sin’s left ring finger.
“Oh, that. Well, I would ask you that, but I’m afraid of getting rejected again. My little heart can’t take it another time.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Ask me.”
His lips curved upwards. “Callie, will you marry me?”
“No.” His smile immediately dropped and she giggled. “I mean yes. Old habits are hard to break.”
“You little devil.”
She giggled and climbed out of the bathtub, only to run into her adjoining bedroom, Sin hot on her trail. He grabbed her wet body, and they fell to the mattress, arms and legs entwined around each other. He pinned her to the mattress and grinned down at her before lowering his head to kiss her again.
“We’re really getting married?” He widened her legs and pressed his cock inside her. “Really? No bullshit. I’m not dreaming right now, right? You’re not going to run away the moment your orgasm is over?”
She arched her back with a moan. “The only running I’m doing now is running to you. Yes, Sin. We’re getting married and having babies and becoming a family. All of the above.”
Sin stilled. “Having babies?”
“Yes, honey. Sometime in the future.”
“Are you pregnant?”
She smiled. “Not that I know of. But we’re not using any birth control. We ran out of condoms back at your place, remember?” His face paled and Callie ran her fingers along his arms to reassure him. “Honey, you look sick. It’s okay if I am, you know. I promise, it’s okay.”
Sin slumped against her. “I don’t want a baby right now. I just want you.”
“You’ve got me.” Callie chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. I’m at your complete mercy, pinned to the bed.” She squeezed him with her inner muscles, drawing his attention back to her. “Fuck me, bad boy.”
He grinned, like a boy with a new toy. “Your wish is my command.”
The Sweetest Sin
Chapter Nine
Prom night turned out great. Sin played with the guys for Missy and her friends while Callie stood off to the side looking beautiful as ever. Marah and Callie had taken Missy to the spa to have a complete make-over before prom. And Sin’s breath had caught in his chest when the girls arrived back home.
Missy was a younger version of her sister. She’d given up the two-toned black and red hair for auburn locks. Her makeup made her look several years older than she was, and she worked it to her best advantage. Callie had gotten the complete works as well. Her hair was shorter, cut in a bob-style right at her chin. She also had her makeup professionally done. He hadn’t thought it was possible for her to look more beautiful than she was, but Marah’d proved him wrong. And his dick had been hard all night because of it.
Darkfever ended the last song of the night and thanked the school for inviting them before turning things over to the DJ. Sin watched as Callie poured a glass of punch and started towards him, a smile on her face.
“You look thirsty.” She handed him the glass of punch and stepped back. “I caught two kids making out in a storage room. Can you believe that?” She shook her head. “Ever since, I’ve kept a close eye on Missy.”
Sin chuckled and moved from behind the drum set. “You were made to be a momma, I’ll give you that. Your sister is intelligent and too much like you. She’s not stupid enough to go off and make out with a boy.”
“Well, I’m still watching her. In every sense of the word, she practically is my kid.” Callie grabbed his hand, walking with him toward the far side of the room. “I take care of what’s mine.”
Sin pulled her to him, blocking her view of the kids, and kissed her. “What about me? Am I yours? Are you going to take care of me?”
Callie shook her head. “Baby, not right now. I have to make sure these kids don’t make it to second base on the dance floor.”
“Everyone makes it to second base on the dance floor.” He gave her a wolfish grin. “Come dance with me and I’ll show you.”
Callie smiled, then laughed. He had no discretion. He wanted to fuck her every time he saw her. It didn’t matter where they were.
“You can wait until we get home, stud.” Callie moved past him with a wink, her eyes holding a promise for tonight.
He’d never get enough of her. It was the first realization he’d had in the hotel room they’d shared at Ben and Marah’s wedding. It was the reason he’d asked her to marry him. He’d never get his fill of her, he’d never express his love enough. He loved coming home to her, living a normal life with her by his side. He made love to her at night, taking his time. He didn’t know how he ever spent his life without her.
Sin forced himself to think of something other than Callie and turned around. The party lasted three hours and two of them had past. He immediately spotted Missy with a group of guys, laughing and flirting. He didn’t have to look too far to see Callie watching them like any good mother would. He wanted to laugh and say it was no big deal, but the boy Missy spoke with wrapped his arm around her and slid his hand to her ass.
Sin crossed the room and tapped the boy’
s shoulder.
“Oh my God. You’re the drummer from Darkfever.” The boy stared at him, star-struck.
“Yes, I am.” Sin pushed the kid away from Missy, cutting into the conversation. “Come on, Missy. Dance with me.”
He dragged the teenager to the middle of the floor. He wasn’t sure if she was pissed or relieved that he got the guy to back off. A slow song played and Sin wrapped an arm around her waist while his hand clasped hers.
“Did my sister put you up to that?” she finally asked.
“Nope.”
Missy sighed. “You’re not going to become like my father, are you? That’s not what we agreed on. Callie’s enough, and if that’s your plan, then I’m calling the wedding off. My sister can’t marry you.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m nowhere near being like a father to you. We’re friends. That’s it.”
Missy glanced up at him. “Thanks then.”
“For what?”
“Dealing with Craig. He’s a total ass, but he’s best friends with the hottest guy in school.” She shrugged. “I just wanted Riley to notice me.”
Sin glanced around the room full of kids, smiling at Callie when he met her eyes. Her baby blue satin gown hugged every curve she had, making him swallow hard each time he looked at her. A high school prom was hardly the place for horny adults.
“Which one is Riley?” Sin asked, returning his attention back to Missy.
“The one standing over there laughing with his buddies. He’s quarterback of the football team and looks very nice in those tight blue pants they make him wear.” Missy smiled. “He doesn’t notice anyone but cheerleaders though. Unless you’re blonde and have air for brains, he isn’t interested.”
“I doubt that.” Sin glanced over to where she said the boy was. “Maybe he’s shy. It’s not easy for a guy to ask a girl out. Look how hard I had to work for your sister. Thank God she finally came to her senses and agreed to marry me.”
Missy smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m glad she finally found someone that makes her happy. And that rock you put on her finger is well worth putting up with you.”
Sin laughed and hugged Missy to him. When the song ended, he escorted her off the dance floor, leading her towards Riley and his group of friends. Riley stood, still laughing, while Missy stared at her toes obviously wishing he’d notice her. Sin smiled to himself, remembering those days, hating them all over again for Missy’s sake.
“Yo, Riley.”
Missy’s head jerked up, her eyes wide as she pleaded for Sin not to say anything more.
The boy stopped chatting and came over to where they were. “You’re Darkfever’s drummer, aren’t you?
“That I am.” Sin glanced over at Missy, whose cheeks were bright red. “How’d you like the gig tonight?”
For a while, Sin and Riley talked about music and sports while Sin firmly kept his arm around Missy’s shoulders so she couldn’t leave his side. Finally, he bridged the gap of teenaged awkwardness between the two and got them talking. He excused himself from the conversation, looking for Callie again.
“You’re playing matchmaker now?” She tipped her cup to her lips.
“Nah. Missy liked him and I thought I’d ease the awkwardness of getting his attention for her. Turns out they have a lot in common.” Sin grabbed her cup and drank the last of the contents. “She really likes him, and he seems like a decent kid.”
Callie gave him the look. He couldn’t help smiling at her over-protectiveness towards Missy. Her inability to control her surroundings getting in the way. Sin pulled her to him and simply held her, kissing her hair.
“Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?”
“A million times.” She pressed her cheek against his chest.
“You want me to tell you again?”
She laughed softly. “It doesn’t hurt.”
He pulled her onto the dance floor, using it as an excuse to keep his arms wrapped around her. “You’re beautiful in that dress.” He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “But you would look so much better naked with it on the ground.”
Callie tightened her arms around him. “Do you want to know a secret?”
“Tell me.”
“I forgot my panties.” She looked up at him, licking her lips. “And I’m wet.”
Sin swallowed hard at her confession. His dick hardened within his pants, pressing uncomfortably into the fly. He pulled Callie against him, and she chuckled when his erection bumped her belly.
“Come with me.” He didn’t give her time to protest before he dragged her away from the party.
The hall outside was dark and secluded, perfect for what he had planned. Callie giggled as he dragged her into a nearby room, locking the door after them. Inside the room, the light was dim, but he could see it was obviously a storage closet. A wooden desk that had seen better days took up the majority of the room, while chairs of all sorts were stacked around it. He pulled Callie to the desk and lifted her on it, pushing her dress up as he did.
“Sin,” she whispered. “We’re supposed to be chaperoning.”
“Shh. We’ll only be gone a few minutes.” He smiled as his hands slid up her silky thighs. “I never went to prom. I never had the opportunity to make out in a closet with the hottest girl in school. Allow me to live my fantasy.”
He kissed her to keep any of her comments from becoming coherent. Sin fumbled with his zipper, freeing his cock from the confinements of his tailored pants. He pulled Callie closer to the edge, closer to him, and tore his mouth from hers.
“Watch, baby.” He pushed forward slowly, inching his way into her body. “Watch me make love to you.”
For the first time that night, he was second-guessing his room of choice. The lighting was horrible and he could barely see anything. But Callie did as he asked, wrapping her arms around his neck as he finally filled her completely.
He slid his arm around her back, pulling out gradually only to thrust deep and slow again. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into the jacket of his tux. God, it was amazing; she was amazing. Her pussy gripped his cock. Her breathing was laboured against his face. He never knew taking it so slow could be so good.
The hot scent of sex floated around them. Callie gripped his upper arms and incited him with her lower body, making him need more than the slow steady pulse he maintained. Sin pressed his face into her neck and breathed her in. Life couldn’t get better than this.
“Harder, Sin.” Her breath caressed his ear. “Please.”
The one worded plea was all it took. He lowered her to the table and began to indulge himself in her. Callie pressed her soft, warm lips against his throat, her hands sliding beneath his jacket and shirt to feel the skin of his back. He could come just thinking about her. Her hands on his skin. Her lips kissing his body. She darted her tongue out, snaking a path from his neck to his ear, and he broke out into a sweat.
He gripped her hips and thrust hard, the desk wobbling with his movements. God, he wanted to take her gently, show her sex with him wouldn’t always be rough and hard. But she was his Callie, and with her, he had little control over his libido. He pulled out and plunged back inside her, bumping her clit every time.
They came together, a rare moment they’d never shared before now. Callie’s eyes glimmered with moisture in what little light there was and Sin wrapped his arms around her. He was damn proud of himself that he didn’t cry as well.
She pulled him close and smiled against his neck. “Please tell me we can leave right now and go home.”
“We can. There’s too much I want to do to you, with you, and I know this damn desk has got to be hurting your back.” Sin pushed up on his hands, propping himself above her. “Are you okay?”
She chuckled, the slight motions making her pussy ripple around his softening cock. “I’m fine. I just hope that comment you made earlier about Missy not being stupid doesn’t land her in this storage room. You did say she was
like me, and look where we are.”
He smiled and shook his head before leaning forward to kiss her mouth tenderly. “Yes, but we’re adults. And we love each other. And we’re getting married. That doesn’t compare to teenage lust. Is this the room where you caught the two teenagers making out?”
She nodded, grinning. “It does too count. I’m almost thirty and you bring out the teenager in me. Although I have to admit I never had sex at prom. My first time was in a college dorm with my study buddy. I don’t even remember his name. Isn’t that awful?”
Sin laughed and pushed away from her to zip his pants up. “I bet he rocked your world then, didn’t he? A real stallion in the sack.”
“Yeah, you know it.” Callie propped herself up, watching him in the faint light. “Where was your first time?”
He stood with his hands on his hips as he thought about it. “My girlfriend’s house. She was a twin and I ended up doing both her and her sister in the same night. They were older and a little more experienced.”
Callie snorted. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
She sat up and wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, they held one another, taking comfort in each other’s arms. Sin breathed her in, the fragrant perfume she favoured filling his nostrils. She smelt delicious and he knew from experience she tasted even better.
Ever since they’d come back from Las Vegas and recovered from their fighting, they hadn’t spent much time apart. He found himself sleeping at her place, in her bed, and couldn’t possibly be happier about it. Callie came to the studio, something she’d rarely done before. The guys knew they were a couple now, something Sin wanted to shout from the rooftops for the entire world to know.
“I love you, Sin.” Callie whispered in the dark.
He hugged her tighter, focusing on the present again. “Let’s go home, babe.”
