“I’m not afraid of Rafe,” he informs me.
“I wasn’t saying that. It just seems like it would complicate your life, and for something that’s really not your problem… I don’t know why you’re pushing this so hard.”
Sin watches me for a moment, then he says, “You want me to be honest?”
“Please. Yes, very much yes.”
“I think you came here looking for a reason to have that baby. I think you wanted Rafe to want you to go through with it, and I think you were disappointed when he reacted the way he did instead. What I don’t understand is why you need a reason. Why do you need someone else to tell you it’s a good idea? Why do you want so many things, but wait for someone else to tell you’re allowed to have them? You want to have the baby you’re already pregnant with? Do it. You want to make an illogical choice and stay here instead of heading home to Chicago? Do it. Fuck what other people think. If you don’t want to be a guest star all your life, stop bailing. Claim a starring role for yourself and that’s it.”
Shaking my head, I tell him, “It isn’t that simple.”
“Why isn’t it? I’ll be honest, it seems pretty damn simple to me.”
“Because I’m already pursuing my degree at a school back east. Because I have family that I need to be close to, and they’re not even allowed in Vegas. Because I have a life, Sin.” Throwing my hands in the air, I add, “I don’t even know your name!”
“Sin is my name. That’s what everyone calls me.”
“See, you want me to have a baby that would totally derail my life, and you won’t even tell me your fucking name.”
“It would not derail your life. There are colleges here; it can’t be that hard to transfer. Rafe has plenty of fucking money, so he can hire a nanny to help you out when you’re in class or studying. Being broke wouldn’t be an issue; all your financial needs would be taken care of. As far as your family, maybe you wouldn’t see them as much as you’re used to, but it’s not like you’d never see them. You could fly back east to visit as often as you wanted to, and if for some reason they needed to come here, I’m sure Rafe would make an exception and allow Vince back in town for a few days, same way Mateo let Vince back in Chicago for Ben’s funeral. All of your problems can be fixed, Laurel. Nothing about your situation goes beyond inconvenience—none of it is impossible.”
I huff, annoyed at him, but unsure why.
Well, I thought he was going to fuck me, but instead he started an argument with me—that’s a good reason. Or did I start the argument? Dammit, I can’t remember which one of us started the argument. As eager as I was, as much as I enjoyed his hands on me, now he’s dismissing my very real problems, and I’m too annoyed with him to go backward.
Seeming to sense that, he doesn’t try to pull me back into the fog. Instead, he nods toward the bed. “Climb in.”
I watch his hands move to unbutton his pants, but I turn and go over to my side, pulling back the covers and climbing on the bed. Now naked, Sin walks over to drop his slacks into the overflowing laundry basket and brings my phone over to my side of the bed to plug in.
I can’t help feeling a little stab of regret at the sight of his cock, so close to me, and now off the menu because he had to start pushing the baby thing again.
I don’t know why he cares so much.
I want him to tell me his damn name.
But I also really want to play with his cock. I forgot how much for a minute, but now it’s just right there, and God, I want to touch it.
He walks away to hit the lights, then heads over to his side of the bed and plugs his own phone in. Realizing he didn’t cuff me, I wait to see if he comes back.
Once his phone is plugged in, he yanks back the covers on his side and climbs under them. I’m not sure if he forgot, or he’s choosing to let me have some freedom, but I curl up beside him, wanting to express some gratitude.
I thought I wasn’t in the mood anymore, but it turns out now that we’re both naked in bed, my annoyance has melted. When he seems receptive to my touch, I let my hand drift down the toned, perfect abs he possesses, and dip lower until my fingers wrap around his cock. He’s still hard, so being annoyed at me clearly didn’t knock any of the wind out of his sails.
His eyes drift shut as I work him with my hand, caressing, tugging, massaging his balls. I still crave him inside me, but I’ll settle for getting him off. Once I’m confident he won’t stop me, I stop stroking dick and lean in to kiss his neck, hoping to tempt him. “May I have a taste, please?”
I expect a verbal response, but he must be as eager as I am, because instead his fingers tangle in my hair and he shoves my face down toward his cock. Tension coils in my gut, arousal pooling between my legs. God, I love when he does that. I already wanted him, but now I need him. Now I feel grateful as he guides my face where he wants it, as he pushes that beautiful instrument between my lips. I moan enough for him to feel it in his cock, then when I hear him groan, I start sucking. His hand tightens in my hair, and without warning he pushes deep, hitting the back of my throat. I wasn’t prepared for it, but he lets me pull back just enough to get my bearings. Knowing what he wants now, I relax my throat muscles and glide forward, taking every inch of his cock.
Sin groans. “Oh, fuck yeah, just like that, baby.”
Baby sends a thrill straight through me. He’s never called me by an endearment before. I love the sound of it; I love the feel of him calling me something sweet. Caught somewhere between grateful and happy, all I want is to give some of those good feelings back. He’s a guy, so he probably wouldn’t get a charge out of an endearment, but I can certainly make him happy with my mouth. With every movement of my head, I make love to his cock. My tongue runs along the underside as I go shallow and deep, shallow and deep. I suck him and feel the bite of his fingers digging into my hair. I know that means he likes it, so I suck harder. I suck him like I need him to spill his life force down my throat, and then I’m hit with my own wave of pleasure as he growls with satisfaction and hot, salty jets fill my throat.
My jaw is sore when I pull back. I open and close it a couple times, then I crawl back up beside him and flash him a smile. Sin curls an arm around me and yanks me even closer, kissing the crown of my head and closing his eyes.
“Damn, you’re good at that.”
I beam under the glow of his praise. “Thank you.”
“How many times did you go down on him?” he asks.