“Then I guess that’s gonna work out just fine for us, baby girl. ‘Cause, trust me, we’re not ready to take you back yet.”
Remembering home has me thinking of everything else too, such as my puny job manning the library desk. “I have to work the day after tomorrow.” Not that I want to. I love working, but this trip is far more entertaining than being stuck there.
“So, quit.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal which, to him, I suppose it isn’t. I doubt he’s ever even worked a normal job. He strikes me as the type to get bored and tell everyone to go to Hell.
I could easily quit; it’s not like I have many hours, but what would I do when he and Sinner get sick of me and take me back home? I don’t want to go back to no job and no way to survive. I have to be responsible because I’ve learned that no one else will be for me and I have goals I want to reach.
“I can’t.” Shaking my head, I plant my elbows on the table and my chin in my hands with a sigh.
“What are you so scared of, baby?” His lips trail over my neck, placing a few random chaste kisses along my throat. His lips and short, blond scruff against my skin are distracting in a wonderful way.
“Well...I guess that I won’t have anything to go back to when it’s time for me to return to reality.”
“Why would you even have to go back? To work at your shit job, or hang out in your trailer all alone?”
It’s like he echoes my thoughts exactly.
He backs away just a touch, his penetrating gaze serious as he continues, “Or maybe you wanna go back because me and Sin aren’t what you thought we’d be? Baby, we don’t take any shit, neither of us. We won’t let anything happen to you either if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I wished for those very words last night while I was lying in bed next to Sinner and then again this morning when I woke up snuggled between two warm bodies. But now that I have them the rational side of my brain is pumping the brakes on my newfound adventure. I crave the fun of course, but I need some sort of assurance on things as well. I don’t want to get hurt by Saint, Sinner, or both. There’s no doubt in my mind that they’re more than capable of demolishing my heart if they chose to.
It’s like he can feel my mind fighting me on what to do, jerking in multiple directions at once and turns my face toward his. Saint leans in until our lips are nearly touching, his breath just a touch away from me to taste. He murmurs, “Not everything has to be complicated, baby girl. Sometimes what you see is exactly what you get,” he finishes, and his lips meet mine.
He’s kept his distance since our whatever you want to call it happened in his room. I screamed and bit him, and he bit me in return. I cried, he got even angrier, then we both had a chance to calm down and come back to our senses. I’d never been so unsure in my life if I wanted to punch a man or take my clothes off for him. Neither happened, but that was probably for the best at the time.
I guess when it boils down to it, Saint does have his own effect on me like Sinner after all. Only his influence makes me feel completely different. While Sinner causes my heart to flutter whenever he’s near, Saint makes my soul burn.
His dirty thoughts and heated threats leave me panting to the point I think there could be something wrong with me. Hot flashes being brought on by a gruff growl can’t be normal. Like I could be part cuckoo wanting not one man, but two, and neither of them are completely sane themselves.
His mouth easily takes control of mine, parting my lips so his tongue can slip inside—a sweet torment making me feel as if I may wither away if he ever stops. His strong hands explore, fingers weaving through my hair, anchoring me to him. If I doubted his motives before, those thoughts are slowly being forgotten. He kisses me like Sinner, powerful and consuming—filling me with painful anticipation.
His tongue teases mine, coaxing it to play his little game until I’m panting, attempting to catch my breath. His kiss is enrapturing, making me forget that anything outside of this—me, him, and Sinner ever once existed. My body moves on its own accord, craving his touch, squirming to be closer, but he holds me still. My fingers climb their way up his muscles, the tips raking against his flesh, silently begging him for more. I want him to tear my clothes free and fuck me right here on top of the table.
After a moment that’s far too short of ravishing my mouth, he pulls back enough to chuckle and kiss my chin. His lips, teeth, and tongue trail down along my throat, making me no longer want to move in fear of him stopping. His scruff leaves behind the most delicious tingles in his wake.
He mouth on mine is everything—full of promises, hope, and so much raw passion.
“You wet yet, baby?” he rasps against my skin, clearly feeling the kiss as much as I did. His warm breath amiably torments me in its own way, inflicting the desired affect he’s seeking.
Am I wet? More like so damn hot my clothes may catch on fire from the burn his touch elicits.
“You could find out,” I coyly retort, and he growls, drawing me over his sturdy jean clad thighs to straddle his lap.
He’s pulling my hips to him, his tongue and mouth against my throat when Sinner comes through the door with a pile of clothes in his arms. These two are always interrupting the other, it seems, and at the worst times. Maybe he’ll join us, and I can feel them both, right here, right now.
Sinner’s eyebrow hikes at the site of us, an amused grin overtaking his mouth, “Enough fun for now. Go change, Jude, so we can split.” He nods over his shoulder, toward the hall.
“Okay, daddy,” leaves me breathily, poking the bear, and his grin’s accompanied by a fake glare in response.
Saint stops and pulls away, a chuckle escaping as he plants a chaste kiss to my lips before helping me stand. It’s the most connected to him I’ve felt since I arrived, and it has my head spinning. I never pegged him to be the one to have a serious chat with; I always expected it to be Sinner if it were to happen. However, I’m grateful it did; we needed to connect after the fight we’d had.
He stands beside me, towering over me, and Sinner tucks me under his arm, warming me all over again as he walks with me to his room. If they can do this to me with their touch and kiss alone, I can only imagine what a full night would be like with the two of them. I’m beginning to think Saint’s earlier statement is completely true—they’re definitely going to ruin me for anyone else. It looks like I’m going to find out firsthand tonight too. I’ll finally get my fantasy I’ve been dreaming of...one of them, anyhow.
“You ever ride before, Jude?” Sinner inquires, and suddenly I’m thrilled for an entirely new reason.
He hands over the various clothes, and I gratefully take them. I do miss the small wardrobe I’ve left behind, but not doing laundry is also pretty cool.
“Nope, but I can’t wait!” I’m scared and excited all at the same time. The best part is that I get time alone spent with both of them. No distractions and hopefully no clothes either, if I have anything to say about it. I may be a virgin, but I’ve waited far too long, and I’m ready to find out what I’ve been missing.
Best adventure ever.