Sinners & Saints (Sinners & Saints #1) (39 page)

HUGO

She smiles at me and cups my face.
“Yeah… I do.”

I grab her bare waist and pull her into
me. I want to feel her skin against mine. It’s so warm and wet from the rain. I
begin kissing her again. She stops me now. She flashes that mischievous grin
and pushes me down on the cover. I reach for her, but she takes my right arm,
placing it over my head. She straddles me, smiling. I bite my lip wanting her
to just ride me, but she does something better.
 
She bites my chest and I hiss at the
pain and pleasure. She slides her hand between my thighs and strokes my hard on
as she bites my nipple. Fuck.

           
She
works her way down. She looks up at me and gently covers me with her mouth. I
moan and lean my head back as she savors me.

           
“Fuck,”
I hiss out. “Juliet,” I whisper as everything begins to blur out. I grab hold
to the sheet and then comb my fingers through her wet hair. Her tongue moves
into circles on the tip and her mouth moves in a slow but conquering rhythm. I
begin to shake feeling my body begin to erupt, but she stops and I let out a
frustrated laugh. I’m too fucking hard now.

           
“What?”
she asks coming back up and kissing me. “I knew you were good at that,” I
whisper catching my breath.

           
“A
girl’s got to have talents.”

           
I
kiss her and flip her over onto her back. I raise both her arms up over her
head. “If you move your arms… I’ll stop,” I warn her seriously, and she
giggles, not realizing the situation she has gotten herself in. I kiss her
neck, then I devour her petite breasts that do not bother me at all. Wiggling
my tongue over nipples, she moans and then kissing her down her stomach and to
my paradise. I look at her as I blow on it and she gasps. She bites her lip
watching me and grins.

           
“Do
it again,” she whispers in demand.

           
I
softly blow again and she gasps again. I proceed with my tasks, using every
technique my tongue will allow. She moans, even stutters out my name, “H-Hugo.”

 
God, when she screams it is like Mozart to
my ears.
 
I grab hold of her thigh
as I press my mouth against the most sensitive and exhilarating piece of the
female anatomy and watch as her hands hold on tightly to the cover. She arches
her back and begins to shake. Quickly, I remove my mouth and lift her hips up.
She gapes at me as I thrust into her without warning, holding her waist and
legs up so there will be nothing but her head and shoulders for support. She
moans louder as I sink deeper. I moan at her warmth covering me. I watch as her
body clenches and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. I rest my head
against her ribs as I keep moving my hips against hers. Perfectly in sync. Her
screams return only louder. I almost forget about the storm outside. I slide my
hand down her back and lift her up, pressing her chest against mine. Her hair
whips around and I lift my hips as she straddles me, thrusting faster and
harder. She moves her hips against me and she becomes wild, moving her head
back and forth, her nails digging into my shoulder. I press my lips against her
throat. I lick the sweat and rain off of her. She pushes me down and begins to
grind on top of me. She leans back, resting her hands on my legs as I meet her
rhythm. My hands are comfortable on her breasts and I love watching her on top
of me. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I press my lips
tightly together as I feel my body begin to tremor. I can’t let that happen.
Not until she gets what she deserves. I flip us back over onto her back and
look into her eyes as I continue thrusting and moving my hips in a circular
motion, slowing it down. Her eyes widen every time I do that. It’s like life is
getting drained out of her. Or maybe she’s drowning? Drowning in my ocean.
That’s what she says about my eyes. I’ve never told her, but I like that. Her
hand slides down grabbing hold of my ass, pressing me deep inside her. She’s
close and the thought of her coming makes me want to just die because it can’t
get any better than this, but it will. It will. I lean my head in the crook of
her neck and close my eyes, determined, rolling my hips harder. Her scream gets
louder and louder and louder until, finally...

JULIET

I scream in pure pleasurable, amazing,
magnificent agony.

“Oh my God,” I can barely get out as I
come all over him.
 
He moves a few
more times before coming and his body shatters on top of mine. I hold onto him
as he shakes and moans.
 
I think my
life flashed before my bloody eyes. That was the most glorious moment of my
damned life. Soft whimpers escape through his lips. I feel them vibrating on my
neck. His tongue caresses my skin in hunger. He moves his hips again and I
gasp.
God, seriously?
 
I comb both my hands through his hair
and smile to myself. I catch my breath so I can tell him.

           
“You
were right,” I tell him. He lifts his head up and stares at me. “You really are
amazing at that.”

           
We
break into laughter. Never has laughing been so tremendous.

PATRICK

I wake up in the middle of the night to
find my fiancé sitting on the edge of our bed in the dark. The only light
shining on her was the light from outside with rain and thunder.

           
“Scarlett?”
I sit up in the bed and crawl to the edge for her. I wipe the wet plastered
hair from her face and my heart stops. Her face is pale and the dried up tears
aren’t the worse of her. She seems completely drained. I don’t even think I’ve
ever seen her cry before. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

           
She
slowly faces me and I think I’m staring at a complete stranger. Someone so
fragile, not Scarlett.

           
“Why
do you love me?” She barely whispers the question.

           
“What?”

           
“Why
do you love me?” She’s shaking.

           
“Scarlett,”
I wrap my arms around her. “I just do. No one can ever truly explain why they
love someone because the list can go on endlessly.” I rub the back of her head
as she wraps her arms around my waist. “You know when I knew I was in love with
you?”

           
She
shakes her head. “It was the moment when I knew you were unlike anyone I had
ever met. It was the first moment I met you. It was fate when I met you at that
bar. You looked so beautiful and when I approached you that smile completely
threw me off my game,” I chuckle. “But I still got you. I love that you’re
real. You’re real about how you used to be and how you are now. You told me
about the hurt you have endured and the fact that you can overcome from that
amazes me. You and I are meant to be. I know this with everything I have.” I
grab her chin, turning her head towards me. “I love you because you’re you.
That’s it.”

           
Tears
fall and before I can ask her why she’s acting this way, she pulls me in for a
kiss. Her tongue enters into my mouth and she straddles my lap. She pulls down
the sleeves of her dress never breaking from the kiss. I cover her breasts with
kisses while she moans my name.

           
I
love her.

SCARLETT

I first saw Patrick in a picture. The
picture was in the former Vice President of the United States’ home. I was
there for a luncheon with his wife. I was told that Patrick Townsend was a true
catch. A real Prince Charming. He had this smile that was so genuine that it completely
left me bewildered. Through sources, I found out his schedule. Where he worked
out. Where he had lunch with his mother. Where he lived and where he went for
drinks after work. I knew everything about him. I always knew I would marry a
kind man. I didn’t want a leech. I wanted to marry a kind and genuine man who
could easily be tamed, manipulated, and who would wholeheartedly love me. It
was not fate that led me to that bar
—
it was only
a mission. A mission to get what I wanted. I have a problem. I know this. But
the thing people will never understand… the thing my future husband, who is
making sweet and passionate love to me right now as I think of how my former
lover has betrayed me, will never know...

           
Well,
I just don’t care.

27

JULIET

No one can ever explain what it’s like
to wake up in the arms of someone you love. Well, unless they experience it
themselves. I don’t mean the feeling you get when you wake up from a nap on
your father’s lap or when your mum rubs your back before and after you sleep.
It’s a feeling of contentment. You know that everything is going to be okay.
That’s how I feel waking up in Hugo’s arms. My head on his chest, his arm tight
around my waist and the other laying across the blanket. My thigh is draped
over his leg and we are naked still. A chill brushes through us, but it doesn’t
bother me. It is the summer and his body was warm enough for me to sleep like a
baby. I lift my head up to see him still asleep. He looks adorable when he
sleeps, so innocent almost like the little boy he once was.

“Stop staring at me,” his lips move.

My lip quirks to the side. “How long
have you been awake?”

“An hour.”

I snicker. “An hour? Why didn’t you
wake me up?”

“I was doing the same creepy shit
you’re doing now, which only makes my newfound feebleness more evident.” I roll
my eyes and he slowly opens his, his lips curling up. “But after last night I
think I could get used to being a pussy.”

I crawl up to him until my entire body
covers his. My hair falling around his face as I stare into his eyes. “We are
going to have to work on your afterglow approaches.”

“Ugh… you used afterglow as a term,” he
winces.

“So what?”
 

“So, remember… we are taking baby steps
here. Don’t expect me to go full circle here.”

“You are so dramatic.” I sit up and
stretch, pulling my arm over my head. I look around the boathouse, as I
remember my first thought about it from last night.

“How do you have a boathouse, but no
boats?” I curiously ask.

“Most people buy things for show.”

“Shame, I used to love going sailing
with my dad on our island.”

He sits up and smirks. “Your family has
an island?”

“Yes, in the Mediterranean.”

“That island that Ms. Eleanor took us
to two summers ago was your island?”

“”Yeah… actually my Nan was supposed to
bring me there to meet you, but that’s when she passed.”

He smiles to himself, scratching his
head.

“What?”

“To think you and I would have met
sooner.”

“Yeah,” I smile. “But the time is right
now… it was supposed to happen like this… you and me.”

He pulls my hair back, staring at me
nervously. “What do you want you and I to be, Juliet?”

I bite my lip, nervous and give a
fainted laugh. “I’m always good at telling you the truth, yet I’m scared to say
that I want what every girl wants. I want the exclusive. I want us to be you
and me. It doesn’t have to be a label, just you and me.”

“Then you and me it is.
Only
you and me. You belong to me and I
belong to you… only you.”

“Your lovers won’t like that,” I grin
mischievously.

He shrugs. “They’ll be alright. Either
find someone new or have an epiphany on their lives, either way they are better
off. Congratulations, Juliet, you saved them from the devil.”

“Yes, by giving him my heart and soul…”
I jokingly become frightened. “Oh my God… I’m doomed.”

He chuckles and licks his bottom lip.
“Maybe you are. You never know.”

“True… but so far the impossible has
happened and I’m usually right… the devil does have a heart.”

He leans in, kissing my lips and I
welcome him.

“We should get back. They might be
looking for us,” I speak against his lips, but I can’t stop kissing him or
reaching between his legs. Neither can he stop grabbing my breasts.

“You’re right,” he whispers and moans
as I begin to stroke.

“Someone might come in…” My mind drifts
off as my body begins to warm up.

“You’re absolutely right, but you
forget… The devil doesn’t care.”

I smile and he wraps his arms around
me, pulling me down into oblivion with him, an oblivion that will probably last
for another glorious hour.

SCARLETT

I was never a good one to let things
go. I hold grudges. That’s never a great trait to have, but I see myself as a
person who could easily get away with it. I always plan ahead of time. That is
why I am the best at what I do. I plan for the worst. It takes patience and
heart. Maybe it even takes insanity because I will be the first to admit… I
think I’m crazy… but that’s what I love most about myself. I find it unique to
embrace the horrid thing about oneself.

It’s as if it is destined for me to
continue with my plan because as I look outside my window, my blood boils as I
see Hugo and Juliet, holding hands, smiling and giggling, still in the same
clothes as last night. That usual afterglow that masks lovers is on them, a
feeling that never really resonates with me. I never feel that. So I think Hugo
shouldn’t either.

MARGARET

“We need to stop this.” I always tell
her that and still it never changes.

“You’re right,” she says putting on her
robe and staring at me. There is something different about this statement. “We
need to end this. Now.”

“What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is…” She looks away
and tears start to form. All I want is to reach for her, hold her, but I could
never do that. My father’s disappointment and anger at me always pops in my
head. “I was on the phone with my mom a couple of days ago and for the first
time she actually showed interest in my life. Like genuine interest and the
only thing I could tell her… was that I was in love with a girl.”

My heart stops and I want to faint. I
never knew she loved me. I never knew. I thought it was worse being in love
with someone who doesn’t love you back, but no. This is the worse. This is the
death of me.

“She was ecstatic for me. It felt good
telling her that. My parents aren’t bad; they just are so invested in their own
lives. They didn’t let a kid slow them down, which is why I’ve always been
afraid to let myself attach to anyone really on a level of complete intimacy.
Last night, Hugo did something. Hugo Mandrake, of all people… because he is in
love with a girl. A girl that actually isn’t afraid to fight for him. Jacobs, I
would love nothing more but to continue fighting and making love to you, but I
actually want more. I want us to be able to go back to Sarah Lawrence with our
hands held high together, laughing, smiling, not scared of what people think.
The time is now for that. The world has changed and you like to add that more
people will look down at you, but really it’s only about your father. I get it.
You love the asshole. I just wished you loved me more and maybe you do.”

Of course I do. Jordana is arrogant,
rude, and overly opinionative, but those are the things that make her perfect.
I tell her things that I could never tell anyone. She has my worst fears and my
high hopes in her memory. I love her more than myself… that’s the problem.

“It’s not easy being attracted to the
same sex as you. Never is. Never will be,” she continues. “But it feels great
when you finally just become free of it all. When you finally just choose to do
what is best for you. I’m not ending this because I’m angry. I’m doing this
because I love you and… it sucks. It sucks being in love with you because to
the outside world… you’re not you. It’s not fair to either one of us to keep
this charade going.”

She grabs her stuff and starts to head
into the bathroom. She stops and turns around. “I want you to choose me. It
would be splendid if for the first time in my life someone chose me over their
career or their fear. It would be great.” She forced a smile at me, pleading
with her green almond-shaped eyes that I dreamt about every night since we were
sixteen and had our first class together. It was Biology and she wasn’t the
first girl I had ever lingered at for too long, but she was the first one to
notice and when she did, she smiled at me and from that moment on she became the
thing I fear the most and the thing I want the most and now here is my chance
to have it… but unfortunately my father has shaped me into the form of a
coward.

“Goodbye Jordana,” I say quietly and
hurry out the room.