Sin So Sweet (Sinful #2)

Chapter 1

My arm vibrates on the table, the music from the band so loud I won’t be able to hear tomorrow. Picking up my whiskey, I toss the last of it back; the heat coating my throat with the familiar burn. It’s been a long day.

The familiar itch tugs at me, crawling under my skin. It’s been six years; you’d think I’d be used to it now. But nothing’s been the same since Ryan died.

An altercation to my left catches my attention and I shift my gaze to take it in without being noticeable. A man has one hand on a lady's ass, the other on her hip. She keeps trying to push him off, but from the looks of it, he has a tight grip.

Standing, I pop my knuckles and walk toward them. I’m right behind the guy when the woman looks at me, eyes wide. I grab the man's shoulder, the woman’s eyes moving to the skull tattoo on my hand. The image of death is ironic, that may be exactly where this is going for him. His shoulders tense under my touch before he turns around and looks up at me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

the man spits.

Taking my thumb, I wipe my chin, looking him over. He’s probably around 5’9”

clearly no match for my 6' 5" frame. His greasy brown hair is a mess on his head, matching the beer gut poking out of his shirt.

He smirks, but chokes when my hand wraps around his throat. His eyes are bloodshot; probably from all the alcohol he has already consumed, if I’m going off the stank of his breath.

I squeeze tighter. “The lady obviously doesn’t want you messing with her.”

“We were just having some fun, isn't that right, baby?”

The sleazeball tries to look at her, but stops when I clench my fist, cutting off his airway.

I look at the woman scoffing at his reply. Smirking, I slam his head into the table next to us before another lie leaves his mouth.

His buddies jump up from their table while the jackass groans on the floor, trying to get up but continues to fall back down.

Turning, I look his friends over. “Unless you want to end up like your buddy, I suggest you leave.”

The four of them look at each other and must come to a decision. Squaring their shoulders, they form a circle around me, probably thinking they could take me. And if I was any other man, they probably could.

The monster inside me begs to come out, begs them to test me. Wants them to try to beat me, but we both know they won’t. The rage I hold inside out powers any other person on this earth.

Before they can step any closer, a woman jumps over the bar, moving between us holding the bottom of a pool stick. “None of you fuckers are fighting in my gah damn bar! You can take that shit outside or I can whoop all your motherfucking asses,”

she states calmly.

She’s breathtaking. I haven’t been this attracted to another woman since Ryan. Sure, I’ve had my rounds of fun. I mean, I am a man with needs after all. Aaron and I occasionally hook up whenever we have time to hang out.

But there's something different about this female.

She stares the guys down, then snaps her head to me. The fire in her eyes almost sparking my dead heart back to life.

Her long brown hair fades into blonde atop her 5’5”

curvy frame.

Her curves go for days. Fuck I would do anything right now to get my hands on them. Her gray tank top and fitted blue jeans with ripped knees match the silver hoops dangling from her ears.

Sweat beads against her tan skin glistening under the bar lights perfectly shining on her tattooed arms.

I must have been staring at her body too long, because when I look back up, she’s staring me down. The other men have left and everyone else has gone back to drinking and listening to music.

“Did I make myself clear?”

she growls.

“Yes ma’am.”

Rolling her eyes, she heads back behind the bar.

I start to go after her but feel a tug on my shirt. Turning around, I see the lady I saved. Her golden blonde hair is set in curls, framing her bright pink lipstick that matches a pink halter top and mini blue jean skirt.

“I just wanted to thank you for helping me!”

She rubs her hand over my chest, the look in her eyes saying she’d take me home if I wanted her to.

“It was no problem, really.”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

she purrs.

Growing irritated, I throw on my charming smile and try to be as polite as I can.

“I have business to attend to. Thank you, but have a goodnight Miss. Enjoy your evening.”

I hightail it to the other side of the bar, watching my mystery woman fixing a drink. I take a stool at the very end and wait for her to notice me. It doesn’t take long.

Looking my way, she lets out a huff and slowly walks over. “What can I get you?”

“Your name for starters.”

She lets out a half laugh, half scoff. “Really? Is that the best you could come up with? Look I don’t have time for men like you, so either order a fucking drink or get out.”

That feisty fucking attitude has my body roaring with need to fuck it right out of her.

“I’ll tell you what, you give me your name and I’ll leave.”

I smirk at the surprise on her face. I’ll leave, but this won't be the last time she will see me.

“It’s Cea.”

“Cea.”

It rolls off my tongue and I think it's my new favorite word.

“Yep, now get the fuck out.”

Fuck. Her ‘fuck off’ attitude just fuels my need for her more.

Standing, I look down at her, dropping a $20 on the bar. “I’ll be seeing you soon Cea.”

Her face blushes and she tries to play it off by scoffing, but I can see the interest in her dark brown eyes. Turning around, I make my way out of the bar.

I step out into the cool night air, the mid-December coldness biting into my skin. Turning around, I take in the building owned by my newest obsession, sitting right between a tattoo parlor and a liquor store. Does she own that too? The vibrant purple sign above the bar entrance letting you know it’s ‘Cea’s Place’ lies atop black brick.

Sighing, I make my way toward the alley where I parked my black jeep. Rounding the corner, I find the dumb fuck I slammed into a table. All his buddies are gone, and I can’t contain the smile spreading on my face.

He’s stumbling around, his phone at his ear, clearly not paying attention to his surroundings. Sneaking up on him, I kick him in the ass, and he falls down. Then slowly rolls to his back and looks up to see me standing over him, smiling down like some crazed maniac.

His lips tremble. “Look buddy, I’m sorry for how I acted in there. Please just let me go.”

A low laugh leaves me. “Oh, I bet you’re sorry. You should probably go ahead and start asking whichever God you worship for forgiveness, because I have none to give.”

I take a quick look both ways, making sure the coast is clear. Satisfied when I don't see anyone, I return my attention to my prey. He doesn’t have time to take a breath before the bottom of my boot smashes into his face. Blood sprays everywhere as I stomp until his face is unrecognizable. His head is busted open, and I swear I can see brain matter falling out. I chuckle to myself. That's a first.

My phone starts ringing as I make my way to my Jeep. Pulling it out of my pocket, I see Aaron calling. I click answer and bring the phone to my ear.

“What’s up?”

I ask, looking through the back of my Jeep for the plastic covers I use to put over my feet when things get messy.

“I heard you were in town. Was wondering if you wanted to come over?”

“Just come over huh?”

I laugh, pulling the plastic covers on.

“Shut the fuck up, you coming or what?”

he growls.

“Yeah, I need to swing by my place, then I’ll be there.”

“See you then.”

The phone clicks and the call ends.

Aaron is the only person I maintained contact with since Ryan. We both lost people around the same time and it created a bond I couldn’t allow myself to break. Plus, he was the first guy I ever hooked up with… thanks to Ryan. She always was trouble. He moved to a town in the middle of nowhere, Minnesota, settling in one place, while I’m always on the go.

Especially after I attended the college Ry and I had planned to go and got my degree in computer science. I was already good at working with them, but now I can hack, move money, and really do whatever needs to be done, with a few key presses. I don’t want to say I’m a genius, but if the shoe fits.

Shaking my head, I hop in my Jeep and head toward the log cabin I’m renting for the next couple of months. It’s out in the woods, far away from town, where no one will bother me. I got a good price for it, since it’s been unoccupied for years. It took a lot of fixing up and cleaning, but now she’s in half decent shape.

Pulling in, I park and get out of the car. Taking the plastic off my feet, I throw it in the fire pit out front, then start a small fire and head inside.

I strip down and hop in the shower, letting the warm water cascade down my body. Dark eyes fill my vision.

The way she stared at me with all that fire has me fisting my cock. Stroking, I think of everything I want to do to her body. Imagine the taste of her skin against my tongue and that pretty little mouth screaming my name. It doesn't take long before I’m shooting all over the tile wall.

I watch it rinse down the drain and grab my shower gel. Once done, I step out and grab my black jeans before pulling on my white t-shirt and black leather jacket. Throwing on my black combat boots, I spray my cologne and hop back up in my Jeep. I’ve scratched one itch tonight, time to scratch another.