DarkestSin (10 page)

She released his cock from the confines of his jeans,
grabbing it tightly and stroking him, and he soon found himself delivering
those moans right back to her. She was attacking his senses with every stroke,
tug of his dick, with every spasm around the finger buried inside her. She
flooded his hand with her cream, and he ached to have his cock where his finger
was right now.

She shifted, coming over him, and he leaned back to
accommodate her. Straddling his hips, she was able to work his cock harder,
faster, and all he could do was growl into her mouth at the sweet pleasure she
was giving him and fuck her with his finger faster. He moved his hand so that
his thumb could swipe her clit, hoping she’d go off because he was not that far
from it himself. He should feel silly that they were masturbating each other
like a couple of teenagers in the backseat of some car, but he couldn’t seem to
make himself stop.

Her pussy squeezed his finger, and his hips jerked up, his
cock desperate to feel what his finger was enjoying. She whimpered, rocking
against him, and he grabbed her hair, holding her while he fucked her with his
finger and rubbed her clit with his thumb with greater intensity. She was close,
and that only made her pump him harder.

He broke his lips away from her. “C’mon, baby,” he enticed,
hoping to throw her over the precipice she dangled on.

She gasped, then yelled, and he covered her mouth with his,
swallowing her screams as her pussy convulsed around his finger. Her coming
only made her stroke him harder, and he couldn’t hold back. She felt too damn
good. His cum boiled, his balls tightened. He shot off with a painful frenzy as
he roared into her mouth.

She kept stroking him and he kept fingering her until they
both came down from the peak of pleasure. Hazy passion clouded his vision, but
he could smell the vanilla of her skin and the sex between, and he was wrapped
in lust all over again. He wasn’t rock hard yet, but the tingling in his spine
warned him it was only a matter of time and would be sooner than he’d think.

Slowly, they both stopped their ministrations, but he was
loath to move his hand from her pants. He caressed her gently as he watched her
lift her hand. She sucked a finger into her mouth and he hissed, watching her
take his cum into her body.

“Mmm. Yummy.”

His cock stirred and his gentle caress of her mound turned
naughty when he slipped his middle finger through her folds. “You don’t want to
start this again so soon. I might not let you leave before dawn.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, and for the first
time, he felt as if he were in trouble. Serious kinda shit trouble with this
woman. Because that look would probably make him crawl around the floor and
lick her toes in front of a room full of people if she wanted.

“I’m not done playing,” she purred.

Oh hell. Neither was he.

He scooped her up and stalked to his bedroom, needing the
space to lay her out and devour her. He set her down by the bed, frantically
removing her clothes while she giggled at his single-minded determination. Once
she was naked, he shoved off his shoes and socks, pants and underwear. He
zeroed in on her waxed pussy and didn’t even bother stifling his sound of
appreciation. She was wet, swollen, ready for him. He sat on the bed and turned
her to face him. He dipped his head and swiped his tongue along the seam of her
sex. She gasped and he moaned at the taste of her.

Her hands trailed through his long hair as she rocked up on
her toes to get closer to him. He clutched her buttocks, dragging her flush
against his face. He licked, nipped and sucked at her as if she were the
sweetest addiction. And she was. He’d never tasted anything more potent than
her. She was a drug, a fix he’d never be able to satisfy, especially when her
little sounds of entreaty only fueled him more, drove him higher.

“I love that you’re bare for me,” he groaned. No hair in the
way of his delectable treat. But then a sour thought crossed his mind. Maybe
she had done this in the past for another man. That thought had him growling
like a damn dog with a bone. Maybe she had before, but never again. She was his
treat, and he’d be damned if another man even thought about partaking in it. He
knew he had no right thinking like that. It only made him an even bigger prick.
But at least he could admit that he was a selfish prick.

“I-I wasn’t sure if you’d like it. I don’t know what men
find attractive.”

He eased back, kissing her mound before looking up at her.
What had she meant by that? From the look on her face, she seemed unsure, maybe
even a little scared, and he hated seeing that in her eyes. He caressed her
thighs as he gathered his thoughts. She’d said it had been a while for her, but
it was his experience that women said things like that to stroke a man’s ego.
But he was learning Xan wasn’t other women. She’d been tight when they’d had
sex, so her inexperience could be genuine. She wasn’t a virgin though. She had
the kid to prove it.

A big kid she had to parent on her own. And she’d been on
the run for over ten years. She probably was selective with men for those
reasons alone. He felt thrilled knowing he’d made it into that exclusive club,
and he wanted to ease her worry.

“I can’t say what other guys like, but I think it’s sexy as
hell, and if you hadn’t already waxed, I probably would’ve coerced you into
it.”

He gave her a crooked smile and her shoulders relaxed. She
threaded her hand through his hair, looking down at him with relief, and he got
the sudden urge to wrap her in his arms and do nothing but hold her.

He had a better idea.

He stood, gathering her in his arms and laying her on the
bed. He grabbed a condom, ripping it open and putting it on before joining her.
This time when he took her, he was gentle. He slowly worked himself in, loving
the feel of her clasping around his dick. When he was fully seated, he kissed
her deeply as he angled her ass for deeper penetration. He pulled back to look
into her eyes as he thrust into her, feeling her breath wash across his face
with every plunge.

He fucked her with long, slow strokes as she wrapped her
legs around his hips, taking him deeper and throwing him into a mindless
pleasure like none other.

They continued fucking, caressing, kissing, groping, panting
for what seemed like hours. She came several times, but he couldn’t hold back
on that last one. He squeezed her against him as he exploded, groaning into the
crook of her neck as he lost his seed to the condom, and part of his soul to
her.

He’d never felt like this before, and that realization had
him facing reality like the bitch that it was.

He could fuck her over and over again, but he couldn’t lose
his heart to her, which was exactly what would happen if he continued down this
path.

Sex was fine. Sex would be mandatory. But his emotions were
off-limits.

After Brody and Xan had had the most emotionally connecting
sex of her life, she had watched helplessly as he literally closed himself off
from her again. It hadn’t been as bad as the first time—at least he hadn’t thrown
her out—but it had been a tangible reaction, even if he’d escorted her outside
to the car and kissed her goodbye before she’d left his house last night. She
didn’t even want to think about his friends hearing them having sex when they’d
dropped off the car she’d been driving.

And thankfully that incident had turned out to be nothing.
Living a life in hiding, she never assumed anything was just a coincidence, but
Bear had called Brody and informed him the Mustang had been stolen by a kid
who’d taken it out for a joyride. She hadn’t been the target, just an obstacle.

Since she didn’t have to worry about that event as impending
danger, she’d spent the night wondering if she’d made the right decision to
become involved with him, knowing he didn’t want anything more than some
dancing between the sheets. But ultimately she’d decided she was a grown-ass
woman who was tired of denying herself the pleasure of a man. Besides, it’d do
her some good to gain the experience. She hadn’t been as timid as the first time,
but she was still nervous around him last night. Spending time with Brody would
help her body and soul. Plus, her vibrator needed a little time off anyway.

Before she’d left for work this morning, Xan had given Scott
his video game. He’d been beyond thrilled, throwing words around like “You’re
the best mom ever” and “This is so tight”. The first she’d reveled in. The
second, she’d needed remedial help understanding. But he’d been excited and
showered her with hugs and kisses. She’d done her good deed with him.

Now she was back home, grateful that it was finally
officially the weekend. She only had about fifteen minutes to change out of her
scrubs and into something comfortable if she wanted to get a good seat at the
game. Well, at least that was what she’d thought. This was a small town. Maybe
there wouldn’t be a big crowd. She hustled to her bedroom, stripping as she
went down the hall since Scott stayed afterschool in preparation for tonight’s
game. She threw on some shorts and a t-shirt with the school’s mascot on it
that she’d picked up on her lunch break. She was rushing back into the living
room, holding her tennis shoes, when the doorbell rang.

She tossed her shoes over by the couch and walked to the
door, smoothing her hair as she checked the peephole to see who it was.

Her eyes widened at the gorgeous hunk of man standing in her
doorway. She unlocked her door and opened it. Her big, strong Viking was
already smiling before she managed to greet him.

“Hi,” she breathed, and he smiled wider.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered, glancing around her. “Scott
home?”

“Nope, he’s at school. He’s got a game tonight.”

“Oh.” But his face glowed, showing he wasn’t as indifferent
as he was trying to be. “Can I come in?”

“Er, sure. Only for a minute, though. I’ve got to get to the
game.”

He stepped past her, his hand sliding down the length of her
arm and grabbing her hand as he did so. He pulled her behind him, dragging her
into the living room. He turned and crushed his mouth down on hers, kissing her
passionately, but Xan got the feeling he was holding back. She didn’t think
that for long because he ripped his mouth from hers, spun her around, and
shoved her shorts and panties down her legs. His actions disintegrated any
thoughts she had.

He pushed her over the back of the couch, lifting her so her
feet dangled just above the floor. She gasped as he grabbed a handful of her
hair and yanked her head back, his mouth finding her ear.

“Then we don’t have long,” he growled, and she felt his hand
move between them right before she heard the rasp of a zipper. He bent and
surged forward, taking her in one powerful thrust, shoving her harder against
the couch. “Fuck, yeah,” he said as he pounded into her.

She was stuck, literally. He had her pinned right where he
wanted her and all she could do was submit to his demand. She should be scared
to feel a man control her like this, but all she could think was
don’t stop
.

She tried clutching the cushions to stabilize herself, but
with Brody grinding her against the back of the couch as he ruthlessly plowed
in and out of her and his hand pulling her head back, she wasn’t going anywhere
anyway.

“Brody!” She was already coming, hard.

“Fuck, Xan. Like that, baby. Take it!” He grabbed her hip so
hard she’d be bruised, and she didn’t care. She wanted him to hold her harder,
fuck her harder.

He growled then shouted, lifting her off the couch, but
keeping her pinned, as he squeezed her breast and flooded her with his cum.

He was panting, easing her back down as she felt his wetness
slide down her inner thigh.

“Shit,” he breathed, but she didn’t need him to explain
that. He hadn’t worn a condom. “Xan, baby, I’m sorry, I—”

“I know.” She extricated herself and went to the bathroom to
clean up.

When she returned, he was sitting on the couch, elbows
resting on his knees, and his head in his hands. “I don’t do that,” he mumbled,
not looking up at her as she sat down. “Ever.”

“Well, as long as you’re clean, we’re okay. I’m a nurse, so
I’m kinda anal about getting tested for everything under the sun. Plus, I got
pregnant at a really young age, so I’m on birth control.” Technically, she was
on birth control to regulate her periods, but that was neither here nor there.
As long as she was on it, he probably didn’t give a rat’s ass why.

He nodded, finally looking at her. “I’m good.
Clean
,
I mean.” He took a deep breath and picked up her hand, drawing circles on it
while he watched. “I actually came here for a reason.”

“You mean you didn’t come here to maul me?” She chuckled.
“I’m hurt.”

He laughed and looked at her then. “I have some good news
that I wanted to deliver in person.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Your car’s ready. Finished it today.”

“Yea!” She clapped her hands like a giddy schoolgirl, which
probably wasn’t attractive, but she didn’t care.

He shook his head. “I don’t know why you’re excited about
getting back that piece of shit. It’ll probably end up back at the shop next
week. You should really think about getting a new car.”

“Hey, I resent that. That car has seen me through a lot of
years.”

“And it’s in its golden years now. Time for it to retire.”

What could she say? Honestly, she’d love to get a new car.
She wasn’t picky. She didn’t dream about a brand new Lexus or BMW. A nice,
shiny Honda would be a dream come true for her. Problem was she didn’t like to
leave a paper trail, so financing one was out of the question. And she didn’t
have that kind of money stashed to pay cash.

“I’ll be driving that thing ’til the wheels fall off.” The
truth sucked, but it was what it was. She couldn’t spend her time dreaming of a
better car. If she were going to dream, it’d be about not having to run again.
“When can I pick it up?”

“Tomorrow. You can leave your rental at the shop. Colonel
will contact Bill Laverty and tell him to come get it.”

“Thanks.” She smiled and leaned in to kiss him. She barely
touched his lips and he barely caressed her cheek when his phone rang. He moaned
as he pulled away and fished it out.

“Brutus,” he barked, his displeasure at being interrupted
gave her those warm, tingling feelings. His eyes slid to her as he listened to
the caller. “Got it.” He hung up and looked back at her.

She wasn’t sure what to make of that, but she figured it was
rude to ask. Though hearing him use his nickname got her to thinking…

“Why Brutus? Why not another name?”

“Umm.” His brow shot up as he considered his answer. “I
don’t know for sure. Colonel picks them out.” He shrugged a shoulder as he
looked at her.

“You know Brutus was also who the Romans called Marcus
Junius Brutus the Younger, the man who led the attack on Julius Caesar. In
Shakespeare’s play dramatizing the event, he quoted Caesar as saying ‘
Et tu,
Brute?
’ upon his death. That phrase basically represents the biggest
betrayal.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, Colonel had a dog named
Brutus once. Told me it was fiercely loyal.”

“Ah, well, I guess that’s good then.”

“Unless he just liked the idea of naming me after a dog.
That could be bad.”

She smiled and thought about how to respond, enjoying this
little banter between them. But then she jumped when someone pounded on her
door, propelling her out of her whimsical musings.

Brody jerked up, grabbing her and pushing her behind him so
that he was blocking the door. He stalked over to it and yanked it open before
she could even protest. It was her house, damn it.

She heard a female squeak and rushed up beside him.

“Hi, Roxie.”

“Hi, Xan,” she said, her eyes still wide from the shock of
Brody glaring down at her. But she visibly relaxed and even smiled a little.
“Brutus,” she said with a quirk of her eyebrow. Then she turned back to Xan. “I
was headed to the game. Came to see if you wanted a ride. Doesn’t make sense
for us to take two cars when we’re goin’ to the same place.” She paused. “That
is if you’re not takin’ someone else up on a
ride
.”

Xan shut her eyes, faintly shaking her head at her
neighbor’s innuendo.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Brody said, walking past Roxie and
to his truck.

“Well, well, well, from the way your cheeks are turnin’ all
red, I’d say you already got a ride,” Roxie said as Brody pulled out of the
driveway and out of sight. “A more thrilling one.”

“Gawd, Roxie, can you be any more obvious?”

“Can
you
be any less obvious?” Roxie laughed.
“Seriously, if you don’t wanna get the town a talkin’ you’ll tone it down a
notch.”

Xan sighed. She didn’t want to be the latest topic at the
corner café. She could just see it now. All the retired folk gathered around
shooting the shit, gossiping about Brody and the new single mom. Even though
her voice hadn’t picked up that little annoying accent yet, apparently her thoughts
had. She almost chuckled at that, then remembered she’d been thinking about
what her friend had said about Brody. She probably needed to hide her feelings
for him better if she didn’t want everyone talking.

Feelings? Where’d that come from? Surely it was just that
connection virgins got with the men who’d deflowered them. Granted, she hadn’t
been a virgin, but she was smart enough to know a bond could be forged because
he’d broken her dry spell. Her very long dry spell. Shrugging off that train of
thought, she turned to her nosy neighbor. “Yeah, I’ll take that ride.”

She grabbed her purse and hopped in the car with Roxie. The
ride didn’t take very long since everything was within a couple of miles of
everything else in this town, but parking had been a nightmare. The lot was
small and it seemed everyone and their dogs—yes, actual dogs—were here to see
the game. She’d credited it to the lack of entertainment within a fifteen-mile
radius.

They paid for their tickets, but she couldn’t figure out why
they were actually selling tickets, seemed like a waste of a tree to her since
the man who took the money and gave the ticket took it right back. They stopped
at the concession stand to get some sodas and popcorn and made it to their
seats right at kickoff.

“What number’s Chad?” Xan asked, munching on her snack.

“Thirty. Scott?”

“Seventeen. What position does your boy play?”

Roxie laughed. “What position
doesn’t
he play? This
is a little bitty school, girl. Our boys will be on the field all night,
playin’ offense and defense. Even their pride and joy quarterback is also the
kicker. It’s funny to watch him switch shoes on the field.”

“I’m not sure if the coach will put Scott in. He said
something about Scott having to prove himself first.”

“Oh, he’ll get to play. He might even regret it.”

She’d been right, Xan thought by halftime. After the opening
kickoff, Scott was thrown in, and by now those kids looked exhausted and still
had half a game left to play. It’d go easier on them if it wasn’t so damn hot
out here. It should be a sin to be over ninety degrees during football season.
At least they were up by ten, and the game had been exciting to watch.

Not that she got to watch much of it. Roxie talked her ear
off and introduced her to everyone in town that was in yelling range of her.
It’d been embarrassing at first, but after the first seven or eight times it
happened, Xan had started to get used to the attention.

In fact, there were a lot of men sitting around her, groups
of them, and she hadn’t freaked out. Interesting. She couldn’t remember the
last time she’d been around a bunch of men she hadn’t met before and didn’t
feel anxious, or even downright sick.

With the exception of her skin about to melt right off her
bones sitting on metal bleachers under the blazing sun, she felt almost fine.
She was aware of all the men and felt the need to keep her guard up, but she
didn’t feel a panic attack building. Major progress.

“Ooooh, look. There’s Blade and Hunter,” Roxie said. “Yoohoo!”
She stood and wiggled her fingers at them. They were sitting at the top of the
bleachers. She sat back down, looking around. “Wonder where Teddy is?” she
mumbled but didn’t sound as excited about the prospect of seeing Bear.

“Not sure. Maybe he’s off with the other guys.” Xan
considered Roxie for a moment, thinking even more that something was either up
between her new friend and the bald mechanic or Roxie wished it.

“So I was thinking,” Roxie said, pulling her out of her
reverie. “I know I mentioned something to you about going to a bar. I wanna
have a girls’ night tomorrow night. We can go to Hank’s Honkytonk. It’d be a
blast!” Roxie’s eyes were bright and Xan wanted to cringe. She was almost
patting herself on her back for not running and screaming from all the men
around them and these men weren’t focusing on her. If she went to some meat
market, it’d be a totally different story.