One Last Sin (The Sin Trilogy 3)

And I do, barely a second after putting my hands on the sides of her face and pulling her mouth off my cock.

That was close. Another second and I think I would have gotten off in her mouth. “I’m sorry. I should have had you to stop sooner.” But it felt so damn good.

“One of these days I’m not going to quit when you tell me to.” I don’t want that and she needs to understand why.

I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re my wife. You’ll use this mouth to kiss our children. It’s not a receptacle for that.”

She kisses the pad of my finger. “I don’t like that other women have done pleasurable things for you that I haven’t. It bothers me.”

I’d like to tell her that no woman has ever been dear to my heart because she let me come in her mouth, but I’m certain that won’t go over well. “I set you apart because I hold you in a different regard than other women. You’re very special to me and this is one way I treat you as such.”

Bonny will never be just another woman to me. She’s my life. My love. My heart. My everything. Always.

Chapter Nine

Bleu Breckenridge

It’s been five weeks since my threatened miscarriage. Dr. Kerr assures us the danger of losing the babies to what he calls a marginal abruption has passed. The placenta has grown over the tear as he predicted. Everything appears normal on ultrasound and growing right on schedule.

I’ve had weekly scans for more than a month so we’re watching our babies grow and develop from one week to the next. Without doubt, it is one of the most surreal moments of my life. “Oh my God. Look at that, Breck. They’ve grown so much.”

He’s glued to the screen. “It’s amazing how much they’ve changed in seven days. They look more like tiny humans instead of tadpoles.”

“Look at their tiny little hands and feet.” It’s unbelievable.

Sin gets up for a better look at the monitor. “Both look healthy?”

“Aye, from what I can tell. We should be able to determine their genders in a few weeks. Maybe not that long.”

We haven’t talked about finding out. “That seems really soon.”

“Ye’re slim so I’m able to see yer wee ones well.”

It seems like it would be so much more special to discover their genders in the delivery room when we meet them for the first time. “I’m not sure I want to know what they are. How do you feel about being surprised?”

“I assumed we would find out, so I haven’t considered the alternative,” Sin says.

“I think the element of surprise times two would be so much fun.”

“We have time to think it over.” I’m not sure Sin’s on board with me on this one.

“Dr. Kerr wants to see the results of the ultrasound before yer exam. I’ll dictate a report for him now and send it over as soon as possible so we can get ye out of here at a reasonable time. Leave yer bottoms off in case he needs to do a physical assessment.”

Ugh! I love coming to my appointments so I can see my babies but I hate the exam part. And I don’t think Sin is excited to see another man touch me that way, even if it is for medical reasons.

I slide up the exam table to get more comfortable while we wait.

“I think Dr. Grabby Hands enjoys seeing you without your knickers a little more than he should.”

“He has to check me to be sure everything is all right. It’s nothing more than a job to him. He probably gets tired of looking at vaginas all day. I’m sure once you’ve seen one, they probably all look alike.”

“I happen to think yours is pretty special.”

“It pleases me to know you have fond memories of it.”

“I’m really hoping Dr. Kerr tells us I can get reacquainted with it soon. Twelve weeks is a long time to be parted from my favorite playmate.”

“I think I’ve been highly accommodating.”

“Exceptionally so––and I’m damn appreciative of your generosity––but it’s not the same. I miss the connection we have when we make love.”

He’s right. We share so much more than a physical bond. “Me too. But at least you get to have an orgasm. I get nothing.”

“Don’t forget that anticipation is the best form of foreplay, Bonny.”

I think he enjoys saying that more than he should. “Says the husband who’s getting hand and blow jobs while his wife’s sexual frustration is escalating out of control.”

“You’re entering your fourth month. With any luck he’ll give us the go-ahead since everything has been back to normal for several weeks.”

“Fingers crossed.” I want off bed rest even more than I want sex, but I keep that little tidbit to myself.

Dr. Kerr comes into the exam room. “Mrs. Breckenridge. How are you this week?”

“Excellent. I feel wonderful.”

“Very good to hear. Nausea has subsided?”

“Haven’t had any in two weeks.”

“Good.” He pulls on exam gloves—I know what’s coming next. “Cold wet touch to your bottom and then some pressure.” It’s the same thing he says every week before checking me.

I lie on my back staring upward while Dr. Kerr does my pelvic exam. I distract myself by counting the ceiling tiles until Sin gains my attention by squeezing my hand. My grinning husband mouths¸ “Lucky bastard.”

I mouth back one simple word I’m certain he’ll understand. “Stop.”

He’s laughing at me. Again.

“Cervix is closed and thick as I would expect. No bleeding. Ultrasound is normal. I think you’re fine to return to your normal level of activity.”

He has no idea what my normal activities consist of or he wouldn’t say that.

“No more pelvic rest?”

“It’s fine to resume sexual activity.”

I’m embarrassed to ask but I do anyway. “With orgasms?” Please, please, please say yes.

“Aye. Orgasms are fine but you should avoid vigorous intercourse to be safe.”

Sin waggles his brows at me.

“I think we can schedule your next visit for two weeks since you’ve been complication-free.”

I’m waiting in line to schedule my next prenatal appointment when Sin leans over to whisper in my ear. “Linsey can manage without me. I’m going to have her clear the rest of my workday.”

This isn’t surprising. “I thought you might.”

“I want to spend the rest of the day reacquainting myself with you.”

“I’m not sure how much reacquainting we’ll get done. We have a houseguest and thin walls. You know neither of us do a great job being quiet.” I’d die a thousand deaths if Ellison heard us making up for lost time.

“Fuck it. We’ll get a room.”

“And room service. I’m starving.”

“Aye. You’ll need plenty of fuel for what we’re going to be doing.”

* * *

I watch the number above the elevator doors increase as the lift rises to our floor. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Three more to go. It’s too many when your husband pins your body against him while his hand roams downward to rub between your legs.

He’s fervent to say the least.

Warm breath moves over my ear. A tingle races down my spine and goosebumps erupt over my skin. I’m sure there’s a camera on us right now. All elevators have them. “We’re probably giving a thrill to whoever is watching the security footage.”

“Don’t give a fuck. The thrill I’m feeling is much more important to me right now.”

The doors open and we sprint toward our room. Sin is so anxious his first three attempts at unlocking the door are unsuccessful. “Son of a bitch. The keycard isn’t working.”

I hold out my hand and he places the card in my palm. I slide it in and pull it slower. Click. “Open sesame.”

“Fuck. That was sexy.”

All I did was open a door. “I put the keycard in the hole and pulled it out.”

“I know,” he growls while pulling me through the door

toward the bed.

We shed our coats and go to work on all fabric barriers preventing our bodies from being bare against one another. He undresses himself while I do the same, his eyes never leaving my body. “Shite. I may come before you get naked.”

My eyes immediately drop to the crotch of his boxer briefs. He has a huge erection tenting his underwear with a wet spot covering the tip. “Don’t you dare.”

I undress faster. More than one stitch pops as I pull my dress over my head. Articles of clothing drop randomly to the floor with no regard for wrinkling.

I’m reaching behind my back to unfasten my bra when Sin comes to me. He grasps my panties and pushes downward until they fall to my feet. I kick them away and drop my bra next to them.

I glide my hands up Sin’s arms until they meet behind his neck. His mouth possesses mine as we move toward the bed. In one fluid motion I sit and slide backwards. I lift my hair from my back and shoulders before lying down so it’s spilling around me. He loves that.

I’m stretched side to side across the bed. Wet and wanting. Knees bent. Thighs spread wide.

Sin grabs my ankle and brings it to his mouth. He kisses the inner side. His hand glides up my calf to my thigh. “I love your legs.”

“I love my legs when they’re wrapped around you.”

His mouth moves up my calf, spreading kisses in its path. “These are going to get a lot of exercise chasing after two bairns.”