Chapter 7
Ruby
My eyes flutter open to the dim glow of the dying fire. Sin's arm is heavy across my waist, his chest rising and falling against my back. We're tangled on the couch, skin to skin. His warmth seeps into me, but there's a sticky reminder between my thighs.
I shift a little, careful not to wake him. The cabin air feels cooler now, clinging to our sweat.
My muscles ache in the best way, a dull throb from how he stretched me, filled me. I bite my lip, remembering the way he groaned my name.
A shower.
Yeah, I need that.
To wash off, to feel clean again.
I ease his arm off, sliding forward inch by inch. The couch creaks softly under me.
Sin stirs behind me. His hand finds my hip, fingers splaying possessively.
“Going somewhere?” His voice is rough with sleep, lips brushing my shoulder.
“Just... shower,” I murmur, glancing back.
His eyes are half-open, dark and lazy, but already heating up as he takes in my naked body.
He doesn't let go. Instead, he sits up, pulling me with him until I'm tucked against his side.
His cock twitches against my thigh, half-hard already.
“Not without me.”
I laugh quietly, heat flushing my cheeks. “You don't have to—"
“Yeah, I do.”
He stands, scooping me up like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, arms looping his neck. He carries me toward the bathroom, his bare feet padding on the wooden floor.
He nudges the door open with his elbow, stepping into the small space. Tile chills my feet when he sets me down, but he crowds in close, flipping on the faucet. Water rushes out, steaming up the mirror fast.
I lean against the sink, watching him. Broad shoulders, ink snaking down his arms, that trail of hair leading to his thickening cock.
He tests the temperature with his hand, then turns to me, eyes tracing my curves. My breasts are still tender, nipples pebbling in the humid air.
“Get in,” he says, voice low, but his hand lingers on my waist, thumb circling my skin.
I step under the spray first, hot water cascading over me. It soaks my hair, runs down my back, easing the stickiness away.
Sin follows, his body blocking some of the heat, pressing me against the wall.
His mouth finds my neck, sucking lightly as water slicks between us. I tilt my head, giving him more, my hands sliding up his wet chest.
“Sin...”
“Mm?” He nips my collarbone, then lower, tongue flicking my nipple. It hardens under his attention, sending sparks straight to my core.
I gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders. My pussy clenches, already aching for him again. He soaps his hands, lathering my breasts, thumbs teasing the peaks until I'm arching into his touch.
“Feel good?” he asks, voice rumbling against my skin.
His hands slide under the spray, the water washing the soap away before his palm drifts lower, between my legs, fingers parting my folds.
“Yes,” I breathe, hips rocking forward.
He circles my clit slowly, the water making it slippery, intense.
He kisses me then, deep and slow, swallowing my moan.
One finger slides inside me, then two, pumping gently while his thumb presses my clit. The water pounds around us, but all I feel is him stretching me open again, building that familiar heat.
I come undone fast, walls fluttering around his fingers, a soft cry lost in his mouth. He holds me through it, murmuring against my lips.
“That's my girl.”
When I catch my breath, I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his cock. It's rock-hard now, pulsing in my grip. I stroke him, base to tip, watching his jaw tighten.
“Ruby...” He groans, thrusting into my fist.
I drop to my knees, water streaming over us.
My lips part, tongue darting out to lick the head. Salty, clean from the shower. He threads his fingers in my hair, guiding but not pushing.
I take him in, sucking slow, hollowing my cheeks. His hips jerk, a curse slipping out. I bob my head, taking more, my hand working what I can't fit.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” His voice cracks. He pulls me up before he finishes, spinning me to face the wall. “Need to be inside you.”
I brace my hands on the tile, ass pushing back. He lines up, sliding in with one smooth thrust. Full again, so good. He fucks me steady, hands gripping my hips, water splashing with every snap.
It builds quick, my moans echoing off the walls. He reaches around, rubbing my clit, and I shatter, pussy squeezing him tight. He follows seconds later, burying deep, cum spilling hot inside me once more.
We slump together, panting under the spray. He turns me, kissing my forehead, my nose.
“Shower's gonna run cold if we stay.”
I smile, leaning into him. “Worth it.”
We’re in the kitchen. Hunger hits like it’s been waiting for permission.
My stomach growls loud enough to betray me.
I freeze.
Sin looks up from the counter, and for half a heartbeat his expression is pure surprise. Then it shifts into something that makes my chest tighten.
Amused. Soft. Dangerous.
“Yeah,” he says, like he’s talking to my stomach instead of me. “That makes sense.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks. “Sorry.”
He arches one brow. “Don’t apologize for being human.”
Sin moves around the kitchen like he belongs there in a way that feels unfair. Big biker. Rough edges. And yet he reaches into the fridge, pulling out eggs and a pack of bacon like feeding someone is a skill he’s practiced.
My stomach growls again, louder.
He glances at me, eyes dark with something that isn’t teasing.
“Sit.”
It’s not a command that makes me small. It makes me feel taken care of.
I slide onto a stool at the counter. My fingers curl around the edge like I need to anchor myself.
“I think you earned some food,” he says with a quick wink, and heat crawls up my neck.
The skillet hits the burner. Bacon goes in first, the sizzle sharp and mouthwatering.
My stomach answers again.
Sin cracks the eggs one-handed into the pan once the bacon’s crisp.
My throat tightens for a stupid reason.
This feels normal. Almost domestic.
We eat in silence, because I don’t know what to do with the fact that a man like him would take care of someone like me like this.