20 | The Past Sin
I lie here looking at Mac as he sleeps on his back. The universe must have molded him from a Greek God. He’s fully tatted up, which I love. Gazing at him like this has me drooling over him. I’m wet and ready to go again. I should be tired after our fuck fest last night. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of me and vice versa.
Last night felt so right. Being behind the bar, the people’s love for my sister and now me. I felt like I belonged.
But…
That fucking word keeps popping up. It makes my life hell, always having my conscience telling me ‘But…’
It’s like it doesn’t want me to be happy. I’m here having fun and feeling safe, and then my subconscious reminds me my sister is out there somewhere.
I feel it in my stomach. Something happened to Ray, and when I saw Peshkov, my heart dropped. What if he has her…
I shake my head. We will find her.
Lying on my side with my head propped up, watching him, I can’t help but notice his wolf tattoo on his shoulder and biceps. It appears as if it’s looking at me the way his arm is.
I giggle to myself.
Thinking of my best friend, Phoenix, who’s a tattoo artist, she would probably say it’s looking into your soul or some shit. I make a mental note to text her and let her know where I am.
I can’t believe he can’t feel me staring at him. I want to touch him so badly, but I know he’s tired.
I’m only awake because the thoughts of my sister keep me from sleeping. When Mac told me his sister and mine haunted his dreams, I knew the feeling. Since she stopped calling, I’ve heard her voice telling me to be safe. Not like his that tell him to come find her.
I grab my cheek where my scar is.
Nope. Don’t go there, Sin.
Instead, I move my hand from my face to Mac’s chest. Still, he doesn’t move.
Fuck it. I want him.
I pull the sheet down his torso and start to place soft kisses down his happy trail until I hit the base of his cock. Lucky for me, it’s wide awake, standing tall, waiting for me to wrap my lips around it.
I smile.
Licking my lips, I move in, placing them around the tip, sucking the precum into my mouth.
A moan escapes Mac, but his arm is still over his face. I know he has to be awake. So, I move up on my knees, leaning over him, positioning myself perfectly. I slowly open my mouth, letting his cock slide all the way in, hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” Mac groans.
I smile and start to work him slowly. Placing a hand at the bottom of his shaft, I gradually increase my speed, which gets him going.
Mac moves his arm off his face and down my back, gripping my side as I fuck his cock with my mouth.
Wetness forms between my legs, so I slide my hand down between my legs and start working myself over at the same time.
Yes!
I let out a deep moan which vibrates around his hardness, making him cry out, “Fuck yeah!”
Mac throws his head back, arching his chest off the bed as he pumps his hips, meeting my mouth thrust for thrust.
When I feel his cock strain and his legs muscle tighten, I know he’s close, so I pick up the pace.
Now we’re both chasing our orgasm. My fingers glide in and out in sync with my sucking, faster and faster.
Yes.
“Sin. Oh fuck. I’m…” Mac says, gripping the bed sheets.
I move him in and out, sucking as hard as I can and sending him over the edge. As he explodes into my mouth, I thumb my clit, coming all over my fingers.
“Christ!” Mac bellows.
I drop back onto the bed next to him, out of breath.
Mac turns on his side, looking down at me. He smiles. “Good morning to you too.”
I grin, wiping my face, not saying anything as I try to catch my breath.
Mac props his head up with his hand, watching me.
I tilt my head toward him, and we look at each other.
Mac lifts his hand to caress my face and moves my hair back. I lean into his touch.
“You good?” he asks softly.
I don’t know how I’m feeling, so I don’t answer. Instead, I simply smile.
Because I am okay, but I’m not. I want to find my sister.
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Mac asks, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Talk to me. I can see in your emerald eyes that something’s going on there.”
I smile.
Mac lays there watching and waiting.
I stare up at the ceiling and sigh. “I’m worried about my sister. I want to be happy, but it feels wrong,” I blurt out.
“Are you saying we feel wrong?” Mac jolts out.
I turn to him. “No, of course not. It just feels wrong that I am so happy when she’s out there somewhere.” I move to sit up. “It’s the not knowing that’s killing me.”
Mac grabs the sheet and moves to cover me up.
I’m sitting there butt-naked, pouring my feelings out to him, and he’s trying to cover me up. What the fuck?
I can tell he’s deep in thought, so I sit there.
Mac sits up, pulling the sheet with him and leaning against the headboard.
I give him a puzzled look.
When Mac peers over at me, he realizes I’m tripping out, and he says, “Sorry, I’m trying to listen, but you’re naked on display. I needed to cover us up, so I quit wanting to fuck you.” He runs his hands through his tousled hair. “Christ, that didn’t come out right. I’m trying to say that I needed to cover you up.”
I bust up laughing and fall back onto the bed, pulling the sheet with me.
Mac laughs. “What? I’m sorry. I can’t think straight with your goodies on display. My dick has a mind of his own.”
I laugh uncontrollably.
Mac joins in the laughter, moving down next to me and pulling the covers over us both.
I’m laughing so hard that tears are falling down my face. I take a deep breath so I can calm down.
Mac reaches up, wiping the tears away.
I clear my throat and say, “Thank you.”
His voluptuous lips spread open, giving me his pearly whites. “Any time, beautiful.”
Beautiful. I like that.
I curl into him, and he wraps his massive arms around me, making me feel safe.
Mac kisses my head and says, “We’ll find her. I promise.”
I squeeze him back. “I hope so. I just don’t know what I—”
Mac interrupts me. “Stop. Don’t go there. We’ll find her.”
We lie there embracing each other when my cell phone rings.
Neither of us moves.
Mac groans, “Do you need to get that?”
My first instinct is hell no, but of course, my subconscious always wins.
“What if it’s Steve?” I answer.
Mac releases me. Jumping out of bed, he grabs my phone just as it stops ringing, and hands it to me.
Unlocking it, I see it was Phoenix. A little disappointed it wasn’t Steve calling to say he found my sister. I hand it back to Mac. “It’s my friend Phoenix.”
He grabs it, and it rings again right before he puts it on his nightstand.
What the hell?
He hands it back, and we both see it’s Phoenix again. Which isn’t like her, so I answered, “Hello?”
“Bitch, where are you?” she yells into the phone.
Mac smiles.
“I’m still outta town,” I answer with a laugh.
“No shit? Like I didn’t know that. When the fuck are you coming back? I miss you,” Phoenix says, pouty.
Instantly, my mind races. Am I going back? Do I want to go back? Fuck.
Mac looks at me, waiting for my reply as well.
I smile at Mac and say, “I don’t know. Probably not for a while.”
“What! Why? I thought you only had to deal with some family shit,” Phoenix demands, sounding upset.
This also gets Mac’s attention, and he raises a brow in question.
“Hold on a second,” I say, putting my phone on mute.
I feel like I have to explain, so I tell Mac. “She knows some of my past but not any names or details. She’s literally been my only friend for the past five years.”
Before he could reply, I unmute my phone. “Okay, sorry.”
“Bitch, are you with someone right now?” Phoenix asks, teasing.
I hesitate.
Mac blurts out, “She sure is.”
Phoenix squeals, “Oh hello, sexy voice man. What are your intentions with my best friend?”
We all laugh. She’s so crazy.
“Um, none of your business, okay?” I fire back at her.
“I’m the reason she isn’t coming back,” Mac announces proudly.
Both Phoenix and I go silent.
“He’s kidding, right, Sin? Your ass can’t be leaving me in this hick town alone,” Phoenix teases, but I know by her voice that she’s serious.
“No, I would never leave you there alone. I’ll be back, but I don’t know when yet.” I tell her the truth because I will have to go back to get my stuff, and I don’t know when that will be.
“Fuck this. Tell me where you’re at, so I can come hang out with you. I’m done sitting around here, bored outta my damn mind,” she spits out, shuffling shit around.
Mac smiles. “I like her.”
“Jay, let me get some stuff settled,” I say, using her real name.
She stops moving around and is quiet for a second.
“Damn, it’s that bad?” she finally replies, sounding entirely serious.
“Yeah, just give me some more time, and I’ll let you know when I’m coming back.”
Silence. “Well, Mr. Sexy Pants over there better treat you right, or I’ll come beat his ass.”
I laugh. “Oh, he’s treating me real nice.”
“Damn like that. Oh-kay. Well, don’t forget about me,” she teases.
I reply, “Never. I’ll talk to you soon. Love ya, Jay.”
“Backatcha, biatch,” she says before hanging up.
Mac takes the phone from me. “I like her.”
“Yeah, she’s the only reason I haven’t left earlier. She knows most of my story but doesn’t know details like where I’m from, who took me, or anything else. She only knows I’m hiding from someone and can’t be with my sister.”
“So, she knows about Ray?” he questions.
“Yeah, I couldn’t keep that from her. She’s such a nosey bitch.” I chuckle, thinking about my bossy friend.
“Well, once things settle down, why don’t you have her come out here?”
Hearing him say that makes me feel all warm inside. He wants to get to know my friend.
Mac reaches up, gripping my chin and lifting my eyes to meet his. “I’m not letting you leave me, so if she’s important, we’ll figure it out. Plus, I want to meet her.”
I nod.
Mac pulls me back against him. “Now, I think it’s my turn.”
He pushes me to my back and proceeds to move down my body.
His facial hair tickles me as he kisses down my belly, placing himself between my legs.
“Oh God,” I breathe.
Mac looks up. “Yes?”
I hit his shoulder as he descends upon me. I lie back, letting him devour me.
God is right. Fuck yes.