Sins & Mistrust (28 page)

“Good morning,” I say in a rough voice.

His head turns and he gives me a small smile. “Morning.”

“You’re up early,” I note.

“Yeah.”

He seems pretty focused on whatever he’s typing into his phone, so I get up and go to the bathroom. Since I don’t have a toothbrush, I just use some of the mouthwash Thalia has on the counter.

When I get back to the bed, Marc’s putting his phone on the table next to him. He watches me closely as I walk around to the other side of the bed.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“Mm. Very much so.”

“Are you trying to get something started this morning?” I ask, raising a brow.

“I could get something started every morning,” he says in a husky voice, reaching into his boxer briefs.

“You are going to kill me, you know that?”

“Why? Too old to handle sex every day?”

“I’m only thirty-seven. How old are you?”

“Younger than thirty-seven,” he answers with a smile.

“Not by much I’m sure.”

“Only ten years.”

“What?” I ask a little too loudly, forgetting Thalia is still asleep.

He laughs quietly. “I’m kidding. I’m thirty-four.”

“Anyway, I can handle you every day,” I say.

“Let’s try,” he challenges.

“I think we’ll wake her up,” I say, nodding to Thalia.

“Yeah, in the best possible way.”

We strike up a plan and get everything ready. I move the covers and get in between Thalia’s legs. Marc’s behind me, lube in hand and rubbing his fingers down the crevice of my ass.

“Fuck, Marc,” I hiss.

“You know you like it,” he says deeply. He’s fucking right. “I’m going to slide into you first, then you lick her pussy until she wakes up.”

He doesn’t give me time to answer, because he begins pushing his erect cock into my ass.

“Yes, Marc. Fuck.”

With one quick pump, he’s fully imbedded into me. I grip the sheets beneath me and do my best to not yell out.

“You like that?” he growls from behind. His hand runs up my back and his fingers come to wrap around my throat.

“You know I do,” I respond in a gruff voice.

His fingers squeeze as he pulls back and slams into me again.

“I like it, too.”

Spreading Thalia’s legs apart slightly, I move my face closer to her pussy and lick the length of her once, causing her lips to open up for me. I lick again and then focus my attention on her clit. Her legs try to close, but I spread them again and plunge my tongue into her pussy.

“Oh!” she cries out. I look up at her and watch as she takes in the scene. “Oh God.”

Marc’s hands go to my waist and he fucks me harder. I moan into her pussy, and then slide two fingers into her core. While I finger fuck her, I lick and nibble on her clit.

“Holy shit, Lincoln,” she cries, arching her back.

My fingers instantly find her G-spot, and I don’t stop hitting it until she’s coming. I feel her pussy constrict around my fingers, and once she’s done, I lick her softly again.

Marc pulls out of me, allowing me to put a condom on. Once I’m covered, I crawl over Thalia’s body and kiss her neck.

“Good morning,” I whisper huskily.

“Mmm,” she moans, grinding her pussy against me.

I push into her with a quick thrust, her pussy covering my cock in warmth and wetness.

“Fuck, baby. You feel…So. Fucking. Good.” I enunciate each word with a thrust.

Pushing the T-shirt she wore to bed up and over her breasts, I squeeze one in my hand and then lower my mouth onto her erect nipple. I twirl my tongue around the hardened bud before pulling it into my mouth and then gently biting down on it.

“Yes, Lincoln! Yes!” she yells, pushing my head into her breast even more.

She likes when I bite her, so I do it again, a bit harder.

A growl comes from her throat. I’ve never heard anything so animalistic come from a female before. It’s fucking hot.

I feel Marc behind me. His fingers graze over the puckered skin in the crease of my ass, and then he pushes one in.

“Ah!” I call out.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he growls, bracing his legs around our bodies.

His cock fills me, pushing me forward even more.

“Oh yes,” Thalia moans.

Marc fucks me ruthlessly. He’s so deep, so big, and so fucking hard. I love every second of it. My cock is surrounded by Thalia’s creamy arousal, her warmth clenches around me, and the look on her face is one I can’t describe. She’s enjoying this immensely.

I push her legs up until her knees almost touch her shoulders. My mouth lands on her neck and I give her another small bite.

“Fuck, Linc! You’re so deep!” she cries.

I fuck her deep just as Marc slams into me over and over.

“I’m gonna come,” Marc rasps.

Seconds later his roar fills the room as his body tenses over mine. His large cock throbs inside of me.

“Oh shit. Oh shit,” Thalia starts chanting.

“Give her some pain, Linc,” Marc orders as he starts sliding out of me. “She likes it. It’ll bring on her orgasm even faster.”

I hesitate. This is why I had my rule in place. So I wouldn’t hurt another woman. What if I hit her too hard?

“Give it to me, Linc,” she pants. “Hit me, bite me, something.”

“You’re not going to hurt her,” Marc encourages.

I thrust into her harder and then raise my hand and bring it down on the side of her thigh. I feel like the sound ricochets through the room.

“Again. Please,” she begs.

I do it once more, hitting the same spot.

“Oh fuck!” she drags out. “I’m…I’m come…coming.” She can barely get the words out.

I feel it the moment she comes. Her wetness pours out of her, there’s so much. I feel it drip around me and I can no longer hold back my own. I plunge into her hard and deep and empty myself inside.

Marc comes around and kisses Thalia on her forehead. “Morning,” he says with a smile.

“Mmm, yeah.”

“I’m gonna go grab a shower.”

He disappears into the bathroom and I collapse next to Thalia.

“That was great,” she says.

“Fuck yes it was.”

“You feel so good, Linc.”

“No
kind of
?” I ask with a smirk.

“Definitely no
kind of
.”

“We should have done that a long time ago,” she says.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were such a little sex kitten who liked it rough.”

“I don’t think I really knew until Marc showed me how nice it was.”

“If we would have started being together before, we never would have met Marc, and we wouldn’t have this,” I say.

“Yeah, I guess everything worked out for the better.”

“Definitely.”

“Want to admit something to me?” she asks, turning on her side and giving me a grin.

“Admit something?” I ask. “Like what?”

“Don’t play stupid. I know what I saw between you two.”

“What? Me and Marc?”

“Yes. You two love each other!” she squeals with excitement.

“Shush!” I say, my brows furrowing and my eyes shooting towards the bathroom. “No we don’t. Why would you think that?”

“Because it’s obvious. It’s in the way you look at each other. It’s the way you share a kiss. It’s beautiful, Lincoln.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and don’t go putting ideas in his head.”

“I’m just saying…”

She’s cut off by the sound of Marc’s phone ringing. Leaning over she ignores the call by pressing a button. A minute later it rings again. As she’s getting ready to hit the button to get the ringing to stop, Marc hurries out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

“I’ll get it.”

He grabs the phone, looks at it, but doesn’t answer. Instead it seems like he shoots a text. We watch as he begins putting his clothes on.

“Gotta leave?” Thalia asks.

“Yeah. I have something I need to take care of. What are you two going to do?”

We look at each other. “I don’t have anything planned today,” Thalia answers.

“I have to meet with my managers later on this afternoon, but that’s about it.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll call you both later. Maybe we can find something to do.”

“Sure.”

“Yeah.”

We both answer at the same time.

Marc smiles and comes to the bed. He gives Thalia a sweet and tender kiss. “I hope we didn’t ruin any good dreams you might have been having.”

“You gave me things to dream about for years to come,” she replies with a smile.

“Good.”

He moves to the other side of the bed and leans over me. “We’re on day two of our everyday challenge. Are we going to try for three?” he asks with a smirk.

“If you can handle it,” I respond.

He lets out a small laugh, leans down and kisses me. “See you both later.”

I watch him as he walks away. “Maybe you’re right,” I tell Thalia.

I hear her sigh. “I’m with ya.”

As much as I want feel happy leaving a sated Nathalia and Lincoln, I feel annoyed. Not with them, but with James. He’s become insistent on seeing me lately. I tried sending him messages letting him know I was busy, but now I need to just go over there and let him know face to face that nothing will happen between us again.

I pull up to the same driveway the cab dropped me off at months ago. I suppose I shouldn’t have come over, but at the time it wasn’t out of the ordinary. He knew what we did wasn’t anything serious. He let me fuck his mouth, and was fine getting himself off at the same time. It was never a relationship. Now he’s coming around wanting more, and I need to stop this now before it gets worse.

When I get to the door, it swings open and James stands there with a smile on his face.

“I knew I’d get you to come over,” he says.

“We need to talk,” I say as I push past him.

I stop in the foyer and turn to find him crossing his arms over his chest and watching me with narrowed eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t do this with you anymore. What we did was very sporadic to begin with. You know there was never anything serious between us.”

He tilts his head, his jaw becoming tense. “Why’s that? Because you’re an escort? You can’t let your precious clients know that you enjoy fucking men?”

“You’ve always known about my job,” I say between gritted teeth.

“That doesn’t stop you from fucking somebody else.”

“What are you talking about?” I growl.

He laughs a humorless laugh. “Oh come on, Marc. I know you’re fucking Lincoln Cash.”

“How do you know Lincoln?” I demand.

I don’t understand how he knows about my relationship with Linc. I don’t know what he does in his free time, I don’t know what his job is, and I never cared to find out. Maybe he works for Lincoln.

“Are you not denying your relationship with him?” he asks.

Denying what I have with Lincoln seems wrong. I think briefly about how it would feel if he or Nathalia denied being with me.

“I’m not denying anything. I want to know how you know him.”

“I can’t believe this shit,” he says, pushing his blonde hair back and out of his face. “I fucking knew it. He wouldn’t tell me, but I fucking knew it.”

“Knew what?” I demand, growing angrier.

“You and I have something in common, Marc,” he says, a twisted grin on his face. “Lincoln likes to fuck me too, but he won’t commit. Don’t think what you have with him is anything serious. Lincoln gets his kicks out of fucking with people’s emotions. He’ll drop you soon enough.”

“You and Lincoln?” I ask, completely surprised.

“Yep.”

My mind races. I think back to what Lincoln told me the other night about a guy who he fucked around with that told him he was fucking me. That guy’s name was Trystan, though.

“James, is that your real name?”

His brows furrow in confusion. “Yeah. Why?”

“What’s your last name?”

“James,” he answers like I’m an idiot. “Trystan St. James. I go by James, though.”

“What?” I roar. “Trystan St. James? You’re the one who told Lincoln I was fucking you? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“He told you?”

“Of course he fucking told me. He wanted to know if I was fucking somebody else. I said I had no clue who a Trystan was. Why would you tell him I fucked you? You know I haven’t.”