Chapter Fifteen
Once she’d cleared the stairs and was out of sight, Breanna tore down the hallway, escaping inside her room. She’d never been so grateful to get away from someone in her entire life.
Which someone?
All of them.
Derek refusing to give her even an inch of space. Treating her like a child one minute and hitting on her the next. Pamela and all her questions. Breanna made such an ass of herself thinking the woman was his wife. God, how could I be so stupid? Even now, her cheeks burned hot at the thought.
And Sinjin? Ian?
“Whatever the fuck he’s calling himself today,” talking to herself, she pulled the tie from her hair and the pink sweater dress over her head.
At least you know you’re not crazy, Bree.
The dude might not have a shrimp dick, but his brain must be the size of a pea if he thought for one minute a haircut and expensive clothes would keep her from knowing he was who he was.
A fucking liar.
Jordy, too. With his Wizard of Oz bullshit.
Lying was the one thing Breanna couldn’t tolerate in a person—especially one she considered a friend.
One day, many years from now, she might look back on all this and laugh, but ripping the ruined tights from her legs, Breanna was fuming. The audacity of that sonofabitch. If Sinjin thought he was getting into her pants ever again, he was sadly mistaken.
Sadly enough for her, too, considering he’d given her the most amazing orgasms of her life. A taste of what she wanted—no, what she needed—from a man.
Didn’t I tell you, Bree? Quit wasting your time with fumbly-bumbly, idiot fuckboys.
Yeah, Kayleigh, you did. You sure did.
Sinjin wasn’t fumbly-bumbly, though, dammit.
After taking a quick shower to wash off the dried-up havoc the asshole wreaked between her thighs, Breanna got dressed in the last clean pair of pajama pants she had. Praying the predicted dusting wouldn’t delay her expected delivery from FedEx, she figured becoming acquainted with the laundry room would be wise in the event it did.
Breanna left the ensuite, slipping a bralette over her head. Pushing her arms through, she slid the ultra-fine Merino over her breasts and looked up. “Jesus, Derek, you really need to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” He grinned, stalking his way toward her.
She turned around to adjust her breasts. “Sneaking in here.”
“I told you I was coming up to see you.” Wrapping his arms around her from behind, smooth fingertips brushed across her middle.
“Well, most people knock,” she said. Admonishing him, Breanna pushed at his hands. “It’s disturbing, quite frankly. I was naked and…”
“And I didn’t mind.” Derek turned her around.
“Oh, I just bet you didn’t.”
“I don’t think you did, either.” Holding onto her hips, his head dipped to her ear. “I’m not afraid to admit I liked what I saw, and I’d love to see more.”
“Derek, please, I…”
“And I’m not afraid to tell you, I want you, Breanna.” Lips skating along her neck, he whispered, “In my bed. We’d be so good together.”
Somehow, I don’t think so.
“You’re a little bit wicked, aren’t you?” Walking her backward, fingertips sinking into her ass, his plain brown eyes turned black. “I think you must be, because I can’t get you out of my head. You keep me up at night, Breanna. I think about you all the time, and I want you to think of me while I’m gone.”
Caged between his body and the wall, he smashed against her, the buckle of his belt digging into her skin. She shifted but pressed against the wall she couldn’t get away from it.
That fucking hurts. Get. Off. Me.
“Don’t resist, now, sweetheart.” His hand went to her throat. “Let me kiss you goodbye. If that storm hits Monday, I won’t be able to come back until the pass gets cleared.”
And closing her eyes, Breanna prayed for snow.
“I…” Trying to get a word in, her lips parted to speak.
But before she could, her face in his hands, Breanna felt Derek’s lips on hers.
…don’t want to kiss you.
His hand falling to her breast, he plundered his way inside her mouth with his tongue. Derek squeezed the small mound of flesh, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. With a mind of its own, her clit zinged awake, ready and waiting for his fingers to make their way between her legs. Noooo. Fuck. Why was her body betraying her like this? She didn’t want him. Her heart wasn’t on board, anyway, but it seemed like her vagina might have other ideas.
He pressed the erection trapped inside his plaid pants into her belly. Nope, this is so not going to happen. Her lungs ready to explode, gasping for air, Breanna turned her head to break off the kiss.
“I’m of a mind to fuck you here and now, but I’m not going to,” Derek rasped, easing himself off her. “Because I am a gentleman, unlike some. You’d do well to remember that.”
“What are you talking about?” She panted.
“Most men look at a girl like you with one thing in mind—fucking.”
“But not you?”
“No.”
Could’ve fooled me.
“It takes a while for some of us to quit thinking with just our dicks—usually after college, Ian being the exception, it seems. The guy is thirty and getting laid is still the only thing he’s after.” With a soft chuckle, his arms went around her. “But see, Breanna, I want more than that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” Raising her chin, Derek touched his lips to the bump on her head. “I hate that I have to go, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. In the meantime, Francie and Ted will see to anything you need.” He took a step back. “I’ll email you in the morning. My cousin will be here, should you have questions.”
Sinjin’s your cousin? The fuck?
After Derek left, hoping to shake off her headache, Breanna took some ibuprofen and got into bed. Why couldn’t she have fallen for him instead? At least he wasn’t a big, fat liar like Sinjin. “To hell with him.”
Unable to sleep, she padded into the living room and flipped a light on. Wrapping herself in a furry throw, Breanna plopped down on the sofa, intent on watching a movie. Anything to get her mind off the crazy shit going on here.
Reaching for the remote, she glanced at the snow falling on the other side of the glass. And that’s when she spotted him. Sinjin sat out on the deck—her deck, goddammit—a bottle hanging from his fingers, in front of the fire.
“You sonofabitch.”
“Don’t say that about my mother, princess.” He turned around and looked up at her, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that irresistible way it always did. “She likes you.”
Breanna wanted to smack that smirk right off his face.
“You left me.”
“I didn’t leave you.” His gaze returning to the fire, Sinjin lifted the bottle to his lips. “Sent Jordy to get you. Watched you get into his truck.”
“You are a liar.”
“I haven’t lied to you, Breanna. Not once.”
“Yeah, right, Sinjin.” She snatched the bourbon out of his hand. “Oh, wait, it’s Ian now, isn’t it? Or is that a lie, too?”
“Neither one is a lie. It’s the name my mama gave me, princess. Ask her if you don’t believe me.”
“I don’t.”
“My mother’s maiden name is St. John.” He stood, and grabbing her by the wrist, pried the bottle from her fingers. “That’s Sinjin in Old English.”
“Oh.”
“Anything else?”
Where do I even begin?
“Keeping things from me is still lying,” Breanna reasoned. “And why are you here?”
“I live here, princess—most of the time, anyway.” There was that damn smirk again. “And maybe you didn’t ask the right questions.”
Sounds like something a lawyer would say.
“I knew that.” Meeting his whiskey gaze, she adjusted the furry blanket slipping from her shoulder. “I meant here outside my room.”
Sinjin hitched his thumb to the left.
Her jaw dropped. “Your room is next to mine?”
His brows waggled. “Isn’t that convenient?”
Maybe that’s what you think, asshole, but I don’t.
“Fuck you!”
“There she is.” Throwing his arm around her, Sinjin held her to his chest. “Mmm, say it again, baby. You know it gets my dick hard.”
“I don’t want anything to do with you, Ian,” she said, wriggling in his hold.
That’s a lie.
“Sinjin. And I don’t think you mean that,” he crooned, his hand slipping under the blanket.
Fingertips skated over her bare midriff, beneath the bralette of fine Merino wool, to palm her breast. He wasn’t gentle pinching her nipple, but then he rarely was. Breanna whimpered, Sinjin groaning at the sound. Funny, isn’t it? As much as she loathed Derek’s touch, she craved more of his.
He reached inside the drawstring waistband, hand skimming down her belly, the blanket fell to the floor. His fingers swept between her lips. Beyond the covered deck, snow continued to fall, and even though she shivered, she couldn’t feel the cold.
“Feel how wet you are for me, princess?”
“No.” Breanna shook her head, but fuck, she felt it. “Please. Don’t do this to me.”
“Do what?”
Then his mouth was on hers. He kissed her, the taste of bourbon on his tongue, citrus, and honey, and grain, reminding her of their time together in the little cabin. And right then, she knew.
No other kiss would feel as perfect as this one.
No other touch.
No other man.
Her thighs parted all on their own. Sinjin pushed two fingers up inside and, with his thumb pressing into her clit, he fucked her without mercy. More. It was his beautiful cock she longed for, but as if he knew what she needed, he shoved another finger in, filling her with three. Breanna sank into his chest, jagged lightning erupting from the place deep inside her that only he could reach.
That. Don’t do that. God, I’m fucked.
“This pretty little pussy is mine. You are mine.” Pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth, he took his fingers out of her pussy.
“I don’t belong to anyone.” Liar, liar, liar. “You have no claim on me.”
“I claimed you the moment I saw you, princess.” His head tipped to the side, he grinned, licking up her cum from his fingers.
“You’re drunk.”
“Maybe. Heh, probably.” Leaning in, Sinjin traced her lips with his thumb. “Doesn’t change the fact. Every part of you, from the hair on your pretty head, all the way down to your polished toes, is mine.”
She pushed his hand off her mouth.
“I filled you up with my cum, Breanna, and I do not share. My baby could very well be in your belly, so you best let Derek know to keep his filthy, fucking hands off of you.”
“It’s not like that.” As far as I’m concerned, anyway. “He’s been nothing but kind to me.”
“I warned you to be careful, didn’t I?” Sinjin’s hand went to her throat, fingers stroking the tender skin.
Nodding, she swallowed.
“Because, baby, you have no idea what my cousin’s capable of.”