Sweet Sins (13 page)

“Did you do anything today?” Flynn asked.

“No.”

“You should go out.”

“I’m good,” he said with an attitude.

I came behind the couch and rested my hands on the back. “We’re going to a wedding tomorrow. You should come.” I knew Mike and Cassandra wouldn’t care.

“No thanks.” That was most polite I’ve ever heard him. At least he was trying.

“You’re just going to sit around here and sulk all day?”

“I’m not sulking,” he snapped.

Flynn rolled his eyes. “Leave him be. If he wants to be a loner that isn’t our problem.”

We went to bed then hung up our clothes in the closet.

“You excited about tomorrow?” Flynn asked while he lay on the bed.

“So excited.  I’m not thrilled about waking up early.”

“Me neither.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, you’re a lazy bones.”

“Lazy bones?” he asked with a laugh. “I work damn hard.”

“But on your days off, you sleep until noon.”

He shrugged. “I get more writing done when I sleep in late.”

“Shouldn’t it be the opposite?”

“Artists are picky.” He winked at me. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t?” I said playfully. “You can be just as cocky as your brother.”

“No, there’s a difference. I’m cute when I’m cocky. Cade is just an ass.”

That was the truth.

“Now ride me like a cowgirl and let’s get to bed.”

I smirked. “Right to the point, huh?”

“We always make love before bed. I’m just speeding along the process.”

I walked to my nightstand then turned off the lamp before I got into bed.

Flynn turned his on, lighting the room again.

I preferred the lights off because I didn’t like it when he could see me really well. He made me feel beautiful, but I knew I wasn’t a supermodel. I leaned over and kissed him then snuck my hand to the lamp, turning it off again.

Once it was dark, he turned it back on. He broke our kiss then gave me a serious look. “I like looking at you.”

Why did he have to put me on display all the time? He was always so adamant about pushing me to be open and confident about my
body. Every time I wanted to crawl in the dark and hide, he yanked me back. “Can we just have sex in the dark like normal couples?” I reached over and turned off the light, victorious.

He turned it back on. “We aren’t having sex. We’re making love. There’s a difference.”

“Whatever.” I turned it off.

He growled then turned it back on. “Knock it off.”

“You’re ruining the moment.”

“Me?” he asked incredulously. “You’re the one who won’t let me look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous and you deny me the right to look at you. I like staring at your body when I make love to you. It’s hard not to come, but I enjoy it anyway.
”

“Okay. My libido is officially gone.”

“Well, it won’t take long for me to get it back.” He pulled me to the bed then moved on top of me, his lips immediately finding my neck. His lips kissed and sucked my skin, seducing me with every passing second. “You’re melting in my hands…”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“But you are.” He found my lips and kissed me while he pulled off my jeans and underwear. When his fingers moved between my legs, he felt the moisture pulling there. “Excited—like I expected.”

“Ugh.” I wanted to push him off and end our rendezvous just to prove a point, but I couldn’t find the strength to end his touch. It felt too good.

He pulled my shirt off then unclasped my bra with the speed born of a man with multiple partners. Flynn didn’t wait for me to get his clothes off. He pulled them off himself. His thick head moved to my entrance while he leaned over me.

“Look at me.”

I didn’t realize my eyes were closed. I guess I thought if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me. “I know what you look like.”

He growled. “Hazel.”

I didn’t open them.

His thick head moved inside slowly but didn’t go any further. He was teasing me, torturing me. I wanted more of him, all of him. “Open your eyes.”

I knew I had to meet his demands. I looked at him then gripped his forearms.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I hope one day you’ll see yourself the way I see you.” He moved in slowly, making me arch my back because it felt so good. “And you’re pussy is off the hook.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for ruining the moment.”

He rocked into me slowly, inserting his entire length. “It doesn’t look like I did.”

I locked my eyes onto his, seeing the desire and love in his eyes. He always felt so amazing when he was inside me. While I loved everything about Flynn, I loved this the most. I quickly became addicted to sex with him. Who knew it could be so amazing?

He pressed his lips to my forehead and kept going. His eyes never left mine as he moved all the way in then back out. My legs were shaking because it felt so good. My hands reached for his biceps and I squeezed them, feeling the muscle underneath. I felt the heat burn in my lower stomach. I recognized the sensation because I felt it so many times.

“Come for me,” he whispered.

I whimpered then moaned loudly, not caring that his brother was in the apartment.

He watched me, mesmerized. “You look beautiful when you come.”

I was too high to care about my appearance or how my face looked. I was spiraling into the pool of pleasure he sent me to. “Flynn…”

His eyes darkened at my words. I knew his ego loved it when I said his name. Even in bed, he was still cocky. He gave a quiet moan while he lifted my legs and deepened the angle, coming inside me with a few final thrusts. His face was flushed with heat and his eyes burned.

He stayed on top of me for a moment, breathing hard. “You’re the best I ever had.” He said
it with a serious look, his eyes not giving away a lie.

“That can’t be right,” I said bluntly.

“But it is.”

“Impossible. I appreciate you saying sweet things to me to ma
ke me feel better, but to lie is unacceptable.”

“I’m not lying,” he said simply.
He kissed the skin over my heart then lay beside me.

“Then you’re confused.”

He lay beside me and snuggled with me. “Good sex doesn’t mean the person you’re with is a fireball in bed. It means they leave you satisfied, long after the sex is over. Every time I had a one-night stand, I felt empty inside. Now I don’t. I feel happy, whole. I didn’t feel this connection with Zahara. Perhaps I loved her because she was my first girlfriend. Now that I’ve slept with all the girls of Manhattan, I know a gem when I see one. You’re the one.”

Now he made me melt all over again. Damn it.

He smirked, victory in his eyes. “Face it. I love you like crazy. Maybe one day you’ll believe me.”

After everything he’s done for me, the way he fought for me when there was no chance he was going to succeed, he certainly proved his sincerity. I shouldn’t let my insecurities and lack of esteem get in the way. “I do believe you.”

His eyes lightened slightly. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed the side of my head then turned off the lamp. “The thing is, I don’t mind showing you how much I love you. Because I would do it anyway.”

14

Mike

I was getting married today.

Like, today.

I was awake before my alarm went off. After I disarmed it, I turned on my side and looked at Cassandra. She was still asleep, curled around me like she was attached to me.

Tonight
, when we went to bed, she would be my wife. That’s what I always wanted. In the back of my mind, I always wanted a happily ever after. I knew my wife would be hot—but damn—Cassandra surpassed my expectations. I couldn’t believe she was going to be my other half for the rest of my life.

I didn’t want to move because I didn’t want to wake her up, but I knew I had to leave. But if I had a choice, I’d watch her sleep all day. Somehow she looked more beautiful. Her face was relaxed and her lips were slightly parted.

Slowly, I moved from the bed then pulled on my clothes. Without waking, she reached out and grabbed a pillow then pulled it to her chest, snuggling with it like it was me. That made me want to leave even less.

I finally grabbed my things and crept out of the room. I went into a spare bedroom and pulled out the gift I got for her. The day before, I went to a flower nursery and picked out twelve roses and put them in a vase. Now I set it in front of the door with the handwritten note. I read it one more time to make sure there were no mistakes.

My baby’s momma,

The next time I see you, I’ll be making you my wife. I never thought I’d marry, but then again, I never thought a fine ass woman like you existed. My heart was yours the moment we met, and now it belongs to you forever. See you at the altar.

Your baby’s daddy.

I left the note then walked out of the house, driving to my
brother’s estate. I was nervous for the wedding, but not because I was tying the knot. I was just anxious for it to happen already.

When I walked inside, my brother was pouring himself a cup of coffee. “You’re not gonna run?”

“Shut the hell up.”

He smirked then clapped me on the shoulder. “You ready to do this?”

“I’m more than ready.”

Scarlet wore her bridesmaid dress when she came downstairs. She looked flustered and upset.

“What’s wrong?” Sean asked.

“It hardly fits.” She sighed in annoyance. “I look fat.”

I didn’t notice anything. She looked the same to me.

“Baby, you look perfect,” Sean said.

“Whatever,” she hissed. “You’re just saying that because you have to.”

“You want me to take you upstairs and prove
it?” Sean challenged.

“Please don’t,” I said quickly
. “You guys can’t have sex today. It’s my wedding day.”

“We can’t have sex?” Sean asked incredulously. “You have so
me odd requests.”

“I just don’t want to turn the corner and see you guys doing it behind the house,” I snapped.

“Like you wouldn’t watch,” Sean teased.

“I’d watch Scarlet but then I’d leave.”

Sean glared at me. “You’re lucky you’re getting married today…”

I smirked. “You know I’m kidding.”

“Or are you…?” Sean studied me.

I ignored the accusation. “I’m going to show
er and get ready.”

“You need help?” Sean asked.

I gave him a glare. “In the shower?”

“I meant with your suit and tie,” Sean said quickly.

“I’m not twelve,” I snapped. “I got it.”

“Do you want me to help you?” Scarlet asked.

I smirked. “Yeah, you can help me in the shower.”

Sean shook his head. “You’re getting married in a few hour
s and you’re hitting on my wife?”

“Some things will never change.” I winked then headed up the stairs.

When I was ready, the rest of my groomsmen were downstairs. They all wore their suits and their ties.

“Hey,” I said when I came down the stairs. “You actually showed up.”

Ryan clapped me on the shoulder. “I almost came in jeans and a holey t-shirt.”

“I believe you,” I said with a laugh.

Cortland stood beside him, looking spiffy. He shook my hand. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I wonder how Cassandra looks—probably damn fine.”

“Let’s just hope she doesn’t take off,” Ryan teased.

“She better not,” I said. “I’ll hunt her and my baby down.”

Flynn eyed
me. “That’s kinda creepy…”

“You know what I mean,” I said. “And she wouldn’t run. She’s gonna be there.”

They didn’t look convinced.

“Thanks for the support, guys,” I said sarcastically.

“You know we’re teasing you,” Flynn said. “And thanks for asking me to be in your wedding. It means a lot to me.”

“Sure. You’re part of the family now,” I said.

Kirk and Cameron were dressed in their attire, their attitudes non-existent just for the day.

“Congratulations,” Cameron said.

“No jokes?” I asked.

Kirk shrugged. “We won’t tease you—for the day.”

I smirked. “Thanks for coming.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Cameron said.

“So, I have the groomsmen gifts. I hope you’ll wear them,” I said.

“Wear them?” Ryan asked. “What are they? Rings?”