Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

“I’m not fucking Virginia. And unless you’re trying to fuck me, you wanna get the fuck off me?” Rafe adds.

Now Sin nods at me as he climbs off Rafe. “Give him the towel.”

Since Sin asked, I do. Rafe levels me an unimpressed look as if to call me out on it, but I’m not a bit sorry. If Sin told me clean Rafe’s wounds, I would. If Rafe asked me for a Kleenex, I would tell him to fuck off.

“Wait,” Sin says, pointing at Rafe. “Apologize to Laurel.”

Rafe rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry I held a gun to your head, Laurel.”

“I forgive you for that, but not for sending someone to kill Sin,” I inform him primly. “You can fuck right off for that.”

Rafe shakes his head, wiping the blood off his face, then turning the towel over and wrapping up the ice pack. “I don’t even know where to put this. Fuck, if you’re not beating the shit out of people anymore, we’re wasting your talents.”

“I liked Theo to replace me, but now I guess it has to be Shane. Your fucking fault. Shouldn’t have sent one of our best guys after me, you dick,” Sin mutters.

Nodding at me, Rafe says, “We shouldn’t be talking about any of this in front of her.”

Sin cocks an eyebrow. “Laurel?” He wraps his arm around my waist, yanking me against his side. “She was gonna stab you. She’s my little badass. She’s fine.”

“Only if absolutely necessary,” I add, but I can’t help beaming under Sin’s praise. Plus he just called me his again, and this time in front of Rafe. After beating the living shit out of him and forcing him to apologize to me. My man is the hottest.

43

Laurel

Sin doesn’t do a thorough check of the house tonight. It’s sexy because I know that means he’s not worried, that he’s taken care of every threat, that he’s made sure we’re safe.

Also I’m just finding everything he does tonight insanely hot. When we talked in bed about his job, I never expected I’d get to see anything like what I saw tonight. It was terrifying at the time, of course, but seeing what he’s capable of ignites a fire in my belly that can only be smothered by his magnificent body. I don’t like that he takes such big risks with his life, but God, his danger does things to me.

Sin’s just as hungry

for me. We barely get inside the house and he pushes me back against the wall, kicking the door shut. He plants a hand on the wall and leans so close I can smell him. He has his regular Sin scent, but more tonight. He’s dirty and bloody and sweaty. Maybe the primitive scent of him is another reason I’m so damn turned on, but I’m near to humping the man’s perfectly muscled thigh.

Then he crushes his mouth against mine and I’m gone. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to his powerful shoulders to keep myself up as he carries me away with everything Sin. His scent, his danger, his kisses, his heart. After years of being cold and mean, bitter and closed off, I knocked out some of his walls. His fault. He shouldn’t have cuffed me to one and expected I wouldn’t do any damage.

Breaking away from my mouth, his lips travel down my neck. We’re standing here making out in the dark, too caught up in each other to even hit a light switch.

“Upstairs,” I tell him, when I catch my breath enough to speak.

Sin smiles, pulling back just enough to look at me, but staying close. Gesturing to his overall appearance with the hand not braced against the wall, he says, “I killed a bitch and beat the shit out of your sorta-ex today. I’m filthy. I can’t fuck you for the first time like this.”

“Um, yes you can,” I assure him.

His smile drifts to a smirk. “You give me permission, huh?”

“I give you all the permission. All the deeds. All the agreements. I accept your terms of service. Show me the box, I’ll click it.”

“You are such a fucking nerd,” he tells me.

I poke him in the chest, smiling. “Don’t even pretend you don’t love it.”

He smiles and nuzzles into my neck, then surprises me by planting his hands under my ass and lifting me. “Wrap your legs. We’re going to take a shower.”

Excitement leaps low in my belly as I lock my legs around him. “Mm, I like showering together,” I murmur with approval.

“I like having you home,” he states.

All my feelings are out of whack. Now heat blossoms within me and I wrap my arms around him as he carries me upstairs. “I like that, too.”