Chapter 13 Sin
SIN
I slam my way through the back entrance of the club house. Another fruitless stakeout, watching Knox while the guys go on a weapons run. Smuggling them has gotten easier, but the risks never abate.
My skills would have been better utilized on the run. My potential wasted, and the only thing that kept me in place was that watching Knox meant the thought of Wren’s safety.
But the silence. The lack of movement. The waiting.
It has me too far in my own head, and that’s not good on a normal day. It was worse today because my thoughts turned to Wren while I sat there. How I can’t seem to get over her lack of fear. Of me, especially.
I’ve never seen a woman like her shine the way she does, even when she’s amongst the club members. Even when the sweetbutts make snide comments about her to whoever’s bike their warming that night.
And I can’t seem to stay away from her when I’m home. Can’t seem to stop watching her. Drawn to her out of instinct.
Maybe it’s how she doesn’t flinch away from my touch.
Saint’s noticed.
Judge’s noticed.
Doc’s noticed.
I try to shake it off, regain some control over myself. It’s not something I’ve ever really had to fight for before. My life is about controlling myself.
After I make it to my room, my door ajar, I can hear her…playing that damned violin.
It’s more frenzied. Sadder than how she’s played it before. It pierces through me, clenching my fists and making me move before I think through it.
I’m smashing things: the mirror at my dresser, the chair across the room. I don’t have much to smash, but it looks like a force of nature’s hit. And I still have too much energy to contain.
I storm to her room, the door cracked open. I push it open fully with my foot, watching her jump and drop the violin from under her chin, eyes wide and wild.
When I stalk forward, she sets the violin down quickly, startled and scrambling back.
I catch up with her, grab her by the neck, and pin her to the wall, feeling her swallow under my palm.
She peers over my shoulder at someone, her hand lifting to keep them at bay before she peers into my eyes.
I’m not squeezing. I would never. But I am holding her in place. Fighting with the emotions she causes in me. I’m not a soft man. I don’t know what to do with soft feelings.
She touches my cheek gently, with care. Warmth detonates my insides as I watch her reaction.
As her fear turns to something more.
My grip on her shifts, cupping the side of her neck, up to her jaw, and I can’t hold back any longer.
Mouth descending on hers, I give her a bruising kiss, consumed by the sweet taste of her lips. I’m not gentle.
But most importantly, she kisses me back, softening under me and the press of my body.
I let loose the pent-up need, hands exploring her, squeezing, stroking, making her moan.
God, it’s like ambrosia.
Fingers tangling in her hair, I tip her head back, kissing and nipping along her throat, sinking my teeth into the flesh of her neck. Her knees wobble, but I’ve got a solid grip on her.
Her moan is louder, sweeter, without being muffled by my kiss.
I need her so badly that I’m losing myself. Fuck, I want to lose myself in her. To get the short reprieve from how much I seem to need her. None of the sweetbutts have even tapped into it, none of them tempting me the way she does by simply breathing.
When my hand jams between her thighs, she stiffens. I drop my touch and look at her.
She’s panting and braced against the wall. She’s attracted to me. Turned on.
“What?” I demand, my voice low.
Her mouth works but nothing comes out. Her cheeks blaze, and her eyes cast down.
My hand squeezes her chin as I make her look at me. She swallows hard, pupils dilating.
“Tell me.”
“I—I’ve never…”
Fuck.
I back away, running my hand over my head. How the fuck—I turn back to her abruptly. “You’re a virgin.”
She nods, cheeks blazing so brightly. The true epitome of a princess. Locked in that tower. In need of rescue. Too bad I’m the dragon instead of the knight in shining armor.
“Never been touched? At all?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head.
I’m in her space again, crowding her against the wall. “Do you want me to touch you?”
Her eyes widen, everything about her glowing again. The indecision isn’t about want, but about boundaries. She’s married to Saint, but I don’t care.
If he’s not going to have her, there’s no reason I can’t. At least a taste.
I brace my hands at her waist, enjoying how she melts a little.
“Princess…”
“Don’t call me that.”
I let a deep noise of satisfaction rumble in my chest. “Princess. Tell me now, do you want me to touch you?”
Wren’s teeth pinch her lip again, and I’m drawing circles over her hipbones with my thumb. It only takes the smallest nod for me to swoop in again and capture her mouth.
This time, her hands brace my shoulders, curl into my vest, and hold onto me with more strength than necessary.
I draw light touches over her stomach, the inch of exposed flesh too tempting. I could easily find my way under those denim shorts, but I have to bank my need, hone it, make this what’s best for her instead of enacting all the dirty fantasies plaguing me for the last few days.
Cupping her between her thighs again, my touch is firm but slow, rubbing until her hips start to move with me.
Fuck, my cock strains against my jeans, throbbing with the reminder that I’m not getting everything I want. Not today.
That’s okay, though.
I’m going to get something no one else has. And that’s even better.
When I unbutton her shorts, the soft pop makes her gasp. Such a small noise to destroy me so completely.
Wren’s trembling as I slip my hand under the fabric and lace to touch her bare. Her nails pinch my bicep as she holds onto me. As if she needs to feel in control.
She’s not, but all she has to do is say stop, and I will.
Until then, though, I’m going to push her past her usual boundaries.
My fingers slide further down, a gentle caress across her lips, hot, swollen, and wet. I draw a finger along the line of her sex, sucking in a breath and holding it as she parts for me so easily.
The invitation is hard to resist.
A firmer touch makes her moan, her head tipping back as I toy with her entrance and circle back to her clit.
“Oh god.”
Grinning at her ear, I nip her lobe gently. “So responsive. How easy do you think it will be for me to make you come?”
A strangled sound catches in her throat.
I put more pressure on her clit, and her legs shake. Drawing my fingers back through the growing slick, I coat two fingers and nudge her entrance, working her up until her every breath comes out as a moan.
She’s so close, rocking into me, naturally seeking the pleasure I’ve promised her.
When I have Wren on that edge, I sink my fingers into her, pausing as she stiffens again, but she relaxes so completely a second later that I let loose, pumping my fingers into her, curling and tapping as she struggles against the impending orgasm.
Fuck, this is more than I could have hoped for. Fucking perfect woman. The only thing that could make it better would be her hand around my cock.
Because I’m aching for her.
I might be able to push her farther, but I’m not a monster.
At least, I don’t want to be to her.
So I double down, finding that spot that makes her eyes go unfocused.
Pleasure glazes over her eyes, her mouth falling open, her body going rigid as I pump my fingers into her, the heel of my palm pressing her clit as she clamps down on me. I work through the spasms until she turns to jelly in my hands.
Yes.
Pride spreads through me as I watch her come, knowing I’m the first to give this to her. And I’m intoxicated on power as I drink it all in.
I’m unsure how I’m going to detach myself from this woman.