He moves to my other breast and I grab his hand, bringing it to my free one. With my hand on top of his, I show him what I want.
When he’s finished, his mouth returns to the center of my chest and migrates downward. “Want more of this?”
“Yes.” I hear the breathlessness in my own voice.
“Then you need to tell me.”
“I want more. Please.”
He nibbles the skin on my stomach just above my panties. I know he wants to go down. And I want him to. But dammit, he isn’t budging.
He wants me to ask for it. So I will. “Please, Breck.”
“Please what?”
Saying the words is intimidating. “Take my panties off.”
“You’re getting closer.”
“Please take my panties off and make me come with your mouth.”
“Gladly.”
But he doesn’t. Instead, he buries his nose in the crotch of my underwear and sniffs. “Mmm … I could almost get off just by your smell alone.”
So close … yet so far away. It’s making me crazy.
He dips his fingers into the waist of my panties and I think he’s going to pull them down. But he surprises me again when I feel his wet tongue saturating the crotch of my panties. The wet fabric makes everything much more sensitive.
He’s definitely trying to torture me to death. No doubt. “Ohh …”
He torments me with his tongue before finally dragging my cotton undies down my legs. It’s about damn time.
He pushes my knees apart and grasps my ankles, placing them on his shoulders. I push the pillow away from beneath my head, tilt my chin in the air, and place my hand over my eyes in preparation of what’s to come next.
In the exact moment I think the anticipation may very well kill me, he drags his tongue against me in an upward motion. Just once. “You taste so good. I could do this all day.”
“Then do.”
He grasps my hips and pulls me down in the bed. The position sprawls my legs further apart until he has me completely spread-eagle.
He inserts two fingers inside me and pumps them while his tongue flutters against my clit. The combination of the two is the best of both worlds. He’s giving the right attention to both of my most sensitive spots.
I move my hand to the top of his head and grasp his hair. “That feels amazing.”
I’m moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers when I hear something—the doorbell.
I stretch my neck upward so I can see Sin. “Was that the bell?”
He shakes his head, never looking up at me.
I’m pretty sure it was. “I think it is.”
He briefly stops to reply. “Don’t give a fuck if it is.”
My feet are planted on the bed now and my upper body is propped on my elbows as I watch Sin’s head bob between my legs. Just the sight alone nearly brings me to climax.
He places the heel of his palm just above my pubic bone and presses downward. I don’t know what it does but my clit suddenly feels much more sensitive. “Ohh … that is wonderful.”
I tilt my hips upward. And hear the doorbell ring again.
Sin lifts his head from between my legs and looks at me. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he groans.
The bell rings a third time just before he throws the covers back and yells, “Motherfucker!”
He moves to the edge of the bed and reaches for his prosthesis. “Who the hell would be showing up at our house like this unannounced? Now? We’ve only been home a few hours.”
Oh shit. He’s furious.
Sin is in an important role. He doesn’t have the luxury of ignoring doorbells or phone calls. If we’re being honest, he’s at the beck and call of the brotherhood.
“Don’t move out of that bed. I will be right back after I get rid of whoever it is.” He kisses me quickly. “And we’ll pick up right where I left off.”
I grab all the blankets, tucking them beneath my chin. One of the prongs on my wedding ring scrapes my face, a reminder I’m wearing an enormous diamond on my left ring finger.
I hold my hand out to admire the outward symbol of my union with Sin. “You’ve marked me well, Sinclair Breckenridge. No one will ever mistake me for an unmarried woman as long as I have this on my finger.”
I’m snuggling in the warmth of our bed when Sin returns. “It’s my parents.”
He sounds none too pleased and I know why. It means we won’t be finishing what we started. That pleases neither of us.
I’m in no way prepared to receive visitors. “I need to freshen up.”
“It’s probably not a bad idea if I brush my teeth. And this.” He wiggles his tongue at me.
I could have gone all year without him doing that. “Oh my God. You can be so crude sometimes.”
“What? Would you prefer I not brush and go back out there to speak with my mum and dad while your feminine essence lingers on my breath?”
Well, that’s just mortifying, even coming from him. “No. I’d rather you say nothing about my essence on your breath and brush your teeth because it’s good hygiene.”
“And miss an opportunity to see you blush?”
I can feel the heat in my cheeks. “Shut up and let me get dressed.”
I remember all I have in the bedroom are the clothes I wore yesterday—not so fresh after a sixteen-hour journey. “Can you go into the living room and get my bag so I can change into something clean?”
He goes to the drawers I used when I lived here months ago. He opens the top one and takes out my favorite yoga pants and T-shirt. “Your things are just as you left them.”
I hold the clothes to my naked chest and feel a deep ache in my heart. “I can’t believe you kept my stuff.”
I crawl to the end of the bed. He comes to put his arms around me. “I knew you’d be back soon.”
He sounds cocky and arrogant but his confidence is one of the things I love so much about him. “You did, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He’s pressing his groin against me. “You know, it would only take a minute to finish what we were doing.”
No way. We’ve been deprived too long to rush this. “I don’t want it to take just a minute. I’m not a quickie kind of girl.”
“Aye, Bonny. I know exactly what kind of lass you are and how you like it.”
“Delayed gratification, Breck. You need to learn to love it if you’re going to stick with me.”
“I am. Forever.” He growls as he slaps my bare ass, causing me to yelp loudly. “Come. My parents await. They’re anxious to see their new daughter-in-law.”
I make myself presentable and go into the living room. Isobel stops midconversation when I enter. She gets up from the sofa and comes to me. My mother-in-law holds my face in her hands. She kisses each of my cheeks before embracing me. “My sweet daughter.”
Daughter. Not daughter-in-law.
She releases her hold and Thane is waiting to embrace me next. He holds me tightly and whispers in my ear. “I kne
w you were Amanda’s. Rational thoughts tried to tell me it wasn’t possible but I always knew in my heart.” He releases me and holds my face in his hands the same way Isobel did. “You’re so much like her. It’s absolutely amazing.”
I’m not really sure how to respond. “Thank you” doesn’t seem the appropriate thing to say. I smile instead.
“Sit with us. We have much to discuss.”
I take the seat beside my husband on the sofa, facing my in-laws.
Thane begins. “First of all, we want you to know how sorry we are to hear of your father’s death.”
“Thank you. The flowers you sent were beautiful.”
Thane continues. “You may believe your only remaining relative is your sister but that isn’t true. Our son chose you as his wife. That means we are your family now.”
“You’ll never know how much I treasure you embracing me as one of your own.” I might as well get my deception out in the open so we can move on. “Mostly because I didn’t come to you under the most honest terms.”
“Ye didn’t come with malice in mind.” Isobel has no idea but she couldn’t be more wrong. My intentions were very malicious.
“Everything you did was because you wanted answers about your mother’s murder. I can’t begrudge your deception,” Thane says.
Sin told Thane and Isobel I’m a former agent. He was left with no choice after Abram uncovered my history. My in-laws also know I’m Amanda’s daughter. It was the only way Sin could explain my infiltration into The Fellowship without revealing my intention to kill Thane.
It’s a huge bump in the road but my goal hasn’t changed. It’s transitioned into a new stage. I know less than I ever have. I’m back to square one on finding my mother’s killer.
“I have to figure out who it was.”
“Perhaps we can put our known facts together and come up with a list of suspects.”
This is a strange situation to be in. Thane’s asking me to discuss my mom—his mistress—in front of his wife. It’s uncomfortable. And I don’t wish to be disrespectful to my mother-in-law.
I understand Thane and Isobel’s relationship but I need to have her approval. “Are you okay with us discussing my mother?”
“Of course. But I’ll step out if my presence makes ye uneasy.”