Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
SINCLAIR
"So you worked for the Fiorelli family?" I held the coffee cup in both hands and inhaled, the smell tickling my senses.
I'd kept myself at a comfortable distance from Javey while I processed what Sawyer said.
"Once or twice." Javey sat on the arm of the couch, his own coffee in his hands. The frown hadn't left his face since Sawyer and his associate drove away, leaving us alone on the footpath.
"They paid well, and at the time I needed the money. I was playing hockey as an amateur and doing whatever jobs I could to get by. I was sure I could go pro, but I needed to eat. It was that or work for my uncle Pedro in his butcher shop."
"Squeamish?" I asked.
"No," he replied. "I never aspired to be a full-time butcher. Neither kind."
I couldn't picture him slicing meat for human consumption, or slicing humans for torture, fun or profit. On the other hand, it was often the quiet ones who preferred that way of life.
Deciding it was cool enough, I took a sip of my coffee. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course." His expression was guarded. He was clearly uncertain what conclusion I'd come to.
Honestly, I hadn't come to one yet. I liked him, but if he was working with the enemy…
"Someone inside the Demons is working with them," I said slowly. "Someone who knew what Aidan had planned. They told Geneva and she acted before he could."
"I don't know who would have done that." Javey took a sip of his own coffee. Some of the tension left his body. "It wasn't me. I'm sure you noticed how cagey Sawyer was about knowing what happened to his mother and stepbrother."
I had noticed that. I didn't know Sawyer well, but from what I'd seen, cagey as fuck was what he did.
"Now he wants you to report on the Demons' movements," I said. "No prizes for guessing why."
"He's going after Coast." The sides of Javey's mouth drew back. "Potentially Aidan as well."
"What are you going to do?" I asked. "Are you going to tell him anything?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "I saw the way he was looking at you. If I don't do what he wants, he might do something to you."
I felt my face pale. The milky coffee threatened to curdle in my stomach.
The possibility Sawyer might use me to get to Javey, or anyone else, hadn't crossed my mind.
Now it had, I didn't relish the idea. I wasn't blind, I saw Sawyer's interest, but it wasn't returned in the slightest. He was an attractive enough guy in his own way, if you're into slippery eels.
Or the kind of animals that eat their young if they get in the way.
Honestly, I was surprised he was interested in any kind of revenge for his mother's death. He should be ecstatic he could step into her shoes.
Javey caught the expression on my face. He set aside his coffee and walked the handful of steps to me. He took my mug from my fingers. He set that aside too, and curled his hands around mine.
"I won't let anything happen to you." His voice was deep, resonant in the otherwise quiet of his apartment.
The sound sent shockwaves of need right to my pussy.
"I'll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe."
"You hardly know me," I argued weakly. My heart was racing hard enough to fly right out of my chest.
He leaned in until his breath brushed my cheek. "I know you better than you think. I've been watching you for a long time. Hoping for a chance to talk to you and to get to know you."
I shivered. "You have?" I said lightly, in spite of the catch in my voice.
"I have. I know you live in a cute brick cottage on Battersby Street," he said. "You go to bed late and always rush to get ready for work in the morning."
I swallowed. "Lots of people do that."
He could have been guessing.
I knew he wasn't.
"You wear black, lacy underwear." He leaned in closer.
"You drove past and saw it on the washing line." Holy shit, was he saying what I thought he was saying?
"You have a tattoo on your left ass cheek that says 'bite me.'" He lightly bit my right earlobe.
I startled slightly, but my panties were drenched. I should get out right now, run and never look back. I really should, but I didn't want to. I mentioned I was drawn to danger.
"You've been stalking me?" I whispered. It really was always the quiet ones.
"Not stalking, just…learning," he said slowly. As if somehow there was a difference.
When he lowered his mouth to mine I didn't pull away. I kissed him back.
He let my hands go and gripped my waist.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
He pressed his leg between my thighs and rubbed it against the gusset of my jeans, right past my pussy.
I groaned and rubbed myself against him, setting my clit on fire between layers of fabric.
"Javey…" I breathed softly.
"Sin," he said, equally breathless. He cupped my ass and pulled me forward until he could pick me up and wrap my legs around his hips. Without breaking our kiss, he carried me to his bedroom and laid me down on his king-sized bed.
I unwound my legs and let him unbutton my jeans and tug them down my hips. I lifted them up off the bed to help him, while pulling off my coat, jumper and shirt.
He unzipped my boots and pulled them off so he could get my jeans off my feet. He tossed them aside. I lay on his bed in my panties, bra and bright pink socks. He looked down at them and grinned.
"Cute."
I wriggled my toes. "I thought so."
Apparently he didn't agree, because he grabbed both socks by the spare fabric around my toes and pulled them both off before throwing them over his shoulders.
"Cuter, but still overdressed."
"Yes, you are," I told him. "It seems like you've seen a lot of me, but I haven't seen enough of you." I propped myself up on my elbows and cocked my head expectantly.
If I was going to let him get away with stalking me, it was the least he could do in return. That, and a bunch of orgasms.
He smiled at me, then proceeded to strip off slowly. Layer by layer ended up on the floor, revealing more of his taut muscles, chiselled abs and a slightly protruding belly button.
"And you call my socks cute." His outie navel was a hundred times cuter.
He glanced down at it and shrugged before pushing down his boxers and letting his thick erection spring free. He wrapped a fist around his length. "Is this cute too?"
"That's not the word that comes to mind." I rolled over onto my knees and crawled over to the end of the bed.
"What do you think you're doing?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
I looked up at him. "I was thinking your cock looked so tasty, I might try it out."
"Oh, really?" he said in a tone that made my heart race harder.
"Really." I stopped with my face a couple of centimetres from the tip of his cock. Close enough to see moisture leaking from the end.
I grabbed his ass with one hand and pulled him towards me so I could slide my lips around his head. I swirled my tongue around his tip, licking over that bead of pre--cum. I hummed in appreciation of the taste of him before taking more of him into my mouth.
I always enjoyed giving blowjobs. It made me feel powerful and in control. After that conversation with Sawyer and Javey's admission that he'd followed me, it was exactly what I needed.
Later, we'd discuss the extent of his—learning—and set some boundaries, but for now I wanted him at my mercy.
He twined some of my hair around his fingers, holding me close as he slowly rolled his hips and thrust. At the same time, he groaned, his breath coming quicker and quicker.
"Sin, your mouth feels incredible. I'm going to…" He grunted. "I'm going to come."
I cupped his balls and massaged them, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
I looked up at him, watching his face. His eyes were almost closed, eyelids fluttering, long lashes brushing his cheeks. His lips were slightly apart, one side of his face pulled back in a grimace of concentration.
I watched him come. Felt his balls tighten and release. Heard him grunt and groan before he squirted a mouthful of warm, sweet and salty cum into my mouth. I sucked harder while he came, milking him for every drop.
Finally, he sagged and I slid my mouth off him. I looked him right in the eyes while I swallowed down every drop. I was right about him being tasty. His cock and his cum were both delicious.
"Holy shit, that was incredible." He blinked a few times, still coming back down from the rush.
I smiled. "Yes it was." Watching him come turned me on more than ever.
"I want to return the favour." He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down to the bed. He hooked his fingers through the top of my panties and tugged them down and off. He bent my knees and placed my feet on the very edge of the bed before kneeling in front of me.
"You have a beautiful pussy." He looked at me admiringly. More than admiring, he seemed proud, like he was looking at something that very much belonged to him. Or at least, that he wanted to belong to him. He'd have to prove himself with that tongue of his.
He lowered his face to my pussy and started a long, slow exploration of every millimetre of my pussy and clit. He teased and tasted every little bit, missing nowhere, like a man determined to thoroughly learn every tiny part of me and what I like.
By the time he slipped a finger inside me, I was on the edge of coming, so close he'd be able to taste it.
He slipped in another finger and turned his hand around to massage me inside and out.
"Javey." That was part appreciation, part pleading with him. For what, I don't know. He was giving me everything I wanted and more.
"Come for me," he said, his voice muffled by my pussy. "I want to hear you."
I moaned and slipped over the edge into the most wonderful abyss. An almost bottomless pit of fireworks, exploding volcanoes and possibly a couple of flashes of lightning.
My whole body exploded along with it. My nerve ends tingling and singing, celebrating the joy of the amazing sensation passing through my whole body.
I didn't know if I screamed or shouted his name, maybe both, but I wasn't quiet.
The whole building probably heard me come.
I didn't give a shit. Let them know how good he made me feel.
Let them be jealous they weren't the ones he was touching, caressing, coaxing to come for the longest, longest time.
After at least a minute or two, I drifted back down to earth, breathing heavily and trying to catch my breath. I flipped back against the mattress while his fingers were still inside me. His tongue still lapped my sensitive clit until my orgasm faded away.
Only then did he pull away from me, rise and encourage me to climb under the covers with him.