Baby - eBook Page 12

  He’s kept his distance since our whatever you want to call it happened in his room. I screamed and bit him, and he bit me in return. I cried, he got even angrier, then we both had a chance to calm down and come back to our senses. I’d never been so unsure in my life if I wanted to punch a man or take my clothes off for him. Neither happened, but that was probably for the best at the time.

  I guess when it boils down to it, Saint does have his own effect on me like Sinner after all. Only his influence makes me feel completely different. While Sinner causes my heart to flutter whenever he’s near, Saint makes my soul burn.

  His dirty thoughts and heated threats leave me panting to the point I think there could be something wrong with me. Hot flashes being brought on by a gruff growl can’t be normal. Like I could be part cuckoo wanting not one man, but two, and neither of them are completely sane themselves.

  His mouth easily takes control of mine, parting my lips so his tongue can slip inside—a sweet torment making me feel as if I may wither away if he ever stops. His strong hands explore, fingers weaving through my hair, anchoring me to him. If I doubted his motives before, those thoughts are slowly being forgotten. He kisses me like Sinner, powerful and consuming—filling me with painful anticipation.

  His tongue teases mine, coaxing it to play his little game until I’m panting, attempting to catch my breath. His kiss is enrapturing, making me forget that anything outside of this—me, him, and Sinner ever once existed. My body moves on its own accord, craving his touch, squirming to be closer, but he holds me still. My fingers climb their way up his muscles, the tips raking against his flesh, silently begging him for more. I want him to tear my clothes free and fuck me right here on top of the table.

  After a moment that’s far too short of ravishing my mouth, he pulls back enough to chuckle and kiss my chin. His lips, teeth, and tongue trail down along my throat, making me no longer want to move in fear of him stopping. His scruff leaves behind the most delicious tingles in his wake.

  He mouth on mine is everything—full of promises, hope, and so much raw passion.

  “You wet yet, baby?” he rasps against my skin, clearly feeling the kiss as much as I did. His warm breath amiably torments me in its own way, inflicting the desired affect he’s seeking.

  Am I wet? More like so damn hot my clothes may catch on fire from the burn his touch elicits.

  “You could find out,” I coyly retort, and he growls, drawing me over his sturdy jean clad thighs to straddle his lap.

  He’s pulling my hips to him, his tongue and mouth against my throat when Sinner comes through the door with a pile of clothes in his arms. These two are always interrupting the other, it seems, and at the worst times. Maybe he’ll join us, and I can feel them both, right here, right now.

  Sinner’s eyebrow hikes at the site of us, an amused grin overtaking his mouth, “Enough fun for now. Go change, Jude, so we can split.” He nods over his shoulder, toward the hall.

  “Okay, daddy,” leaves me breathily, poking the bear, and his grin’s accompanied by a fake glare in response.

  Saint stops and pulls away, a chuckle escaping as he plants a chaste kiss to my lips before helping me stand. It’s the most connected to him I’ve felt since I arrived, and it has my head spinning. I never pegged him to be the one to have a serious chat with; I always expected it to be Sinner if it were to happen. However, I’m grateful it did; we needed to connect after the fight we’d had.

  He stands beside me, towering over me, and Sinner tucks me under his arm, warming me all over again as he walks with me to his room. If they can do this to me with their touch and kiss alone, I can only imagine what a full night would be like with the two of them. I’m beginning to think Saint’s earlier statement is completely true—they’re definitely going to ruin me for anyone else. It looks like I’m going to find out firsthand tonight too. I’ll finally get my fantasy I’ve been dreaming of...one of them, anyhow.

  “You ever ride before, Jude?” Sinner inquires, and suddenly I’m thrilled for an entirely new reason.

  He hands over the various clothes, and I gratefully take them. I do miss the small wardrobe I’ve left behind, but not doing laundry is also pretty cool.

  “Nope, but I can’t wait!” I’m scared and excited all at the same time. The best part is that I get time alone spent with both of them. No distractions and hopefully no clothes either, if I have anything to say about it. I may be a virgin, but I’ve waited far too long, and I’m ready to find out what I’ve been missing.

  Best adventure ever.

  Dallas is pretty close to the club, so Saint and I decide to head there with Jude for the night. We take her to Sea World, buy her ice cream, and watch her smile the entire too warm Texas day. I never in a million years would’ve thought spoiling a woman a little would give me so much happiness inside. It makes me want to do this with her every chance I can.

  She’s never been anywhere interesting, and her sweet innocence is intoxicating, even for two grouchy, seasoned bikers. Saint and I explored all these places when we were younger and could sneak in. I’d forgotten what a little old-fashioned fun was like.

  Of course, we were stared at all day by anyone around us. It was hot and sunny, so Saint refused to wear anything besides his jeans, boots and cut. Most of those women about fell over seeing his tight stomach and blond hair tied up in a man bun. I’m used to it, so it’s easy for me to forget just how good-looking he really is. That’s Saint though, always the pretty boy of the group.

  We’ve given him so much shit about it over the years, and he’s learned to roll with it. Even the Prez likes to poke around, telling him that Abercrombie called, and they want their model back. Saint looks nowhere near his age either, fooling anyone who attempts to guess. Women are quick to fall for him without realizing he comes with a backpack full of baggage as well. And me...he comes with me, and most women can’t handle two men at once.

  While he and I were panted after by every damn woman in the vicinity, it seemed, Jude wasn’t privy to the same welcome. Chicks can be beyond hateful toward one another without knowing shit about each other. After we noticed the jealous bitches glaring in her direction and another was rude while she asked for ice cream, Saint and I took over. We had to or else our trip wouldn’t have turned out so good ‘cause I would’ve lost my shit.

  If she noticed anything throughout the day that she even briefly thought was worth considering; I went over and ordered it before she had the chance. If a bitch shot a glare her way, Saint was kissing her and pulling her in another direction. Between the two of us, she didn’t deal with anymore haters and ended up having a great time. Seeing her so free, exploring, and having fun, made us happy.

  Not only that, but we got to show her another side to us. She was able to discover the part where we like to take care of each other and laugh. We’re not always so serious or fighting; in fact, Saint and I rarely fight. Jude, however, came at a time where she got to witness everything firsthand, the bad and now, hopefully, the good as well. I wished she’d met Saint sooner; maybe we could’ve avoided this back-and-forth had the circumstances been different.

  We made a brief detour and stopped off at a store on the way to the hotel to purchase her some new panties and a bra. Thank God we did, too because the moment she found out there was a hot tub, she was stripping. The little woman was on a damn mission, having never been in one before. I tried getting her to pick out clothes as well, but she wouldn’t have it. Usually, she knows better than to argue with me over such things, but she refused, after our spending money on her throughout the day.

  Witnessing her make her way into the steaming, bubbly water, and her excitement over it gives me peace knowing I killed the bitch that gave birth to her. She didn’t deserve Jude. She damn sure didn’t cherish and care for her; I can do a better job than she ever did.

  I don’t understand how someone can do that to their own kid, not give a shit about them. I couldn’t imagine, even
with my own warped childhood. Yes, I was whipped and was raised up in the church, but I never went hungry or worried if the electric was going to be shut off. I guess demons come in all forms; we each have our own, no matter how different.

  Of course, when Jude peers up at me like I’ve hung the moon, the guilt sets in as well. The ominous feelings overtake the place of the peace I shortly experienced. I took the one person she’s had in her life away from her.

  And the worst part of all is that if she finds out, she’ll hate me forever for what I’ve done. I’m in too deep to let her ever hate me. She has me too wrapped up to let the truth seep out and ruin it all. At this point, I plan to keep her, especially after Saint made it clear about what he wants as well.

  “This is awesome.” Her face lights up as her skin flushes, a light rose blush dotting her cheeks from the hot water. “Are you coming in?” She beckons with her pointer finger, and I nearly follow.

  Witnessing the tops of her breasts float above the water, teasing me, has my cock hardening, coming up with its own plans. The sheer lilac material of the bra doesn’t nearly cover enough. Fuck, do I want to be in there with her right now. She’s so damn sexy.

  “I need to stay out with this.” Gesturing to the bandage covering my side, her smile falls.

  “Crap, I’ll get out. It’s not fair for you to sit there and wait while I’m in here.” If she only knew. Not fair? Shit, I get to stare at her, soaked from head to toe. I doubt she realizes her bra and panties have become see-through and oh-so-enticing.

  “I don’t mind.” At all.

  Jesus, I’m a fucking pervert, but I couldn’t care less right now. She’s insanely gorgeous. I get to watch her fine ass float around in the overly warm water, her pink skin giving me a glimpse of what it’d look like after I’ve had my way with her.

  Saint remained in the room once we checked in to take a cool shower, and I can’t blame him. A rinse sounds like bliss after the semi-humid day walking around. If he’d seen her like this though, he’d say fuck the shower, and you wouldn’t be able to peel him away from nearly-nude Jude.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? Were you supposed to be running around all day after me or riding your motorcycle?”

  She rode up on the back of my bike with the agreement in place she’d ride back home with Saint.I won’t lie; it hurt my side, but I won’t freely admit that to her. I’ve had much worse so I can get through this. Her tits molded against my back the entire trip was plenty of motivation and comfort for me.

  Chuckling, I snag her dainty wrists and tug her toward me. She stands all the way up, water dripping down, so our faces can be close.

  “If you haven’t noticed yet, let me fill you in. I don’t follow rules, sweetheart. I do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I feel like it.”

  A rumble shakes my chest, witnessing the beads of hot water continue to trail over her soft skin. They fall down her breasts tempting me further. “It’s one of the benefits of being me.” I end the statement pressing a chaste kiss to her perfect lips but craving so much more from her. It’s probably a good thing I have to stay out of the water, cause if I was in there with her, she’d come out having felt me everywhere.

  “You’re just an everyday badass then?” She giggles, her eyes glittering playfully.

  “Watch your mouth,” leaves my throat, the sound coming out gruff with the tightening of my pants. The bossy side easily shows itself around her, wanting to take control of that delicious body of hers. “Saint should be done by now. Let’s join him before I end up fucking you in that hot tub and get us all kicked out.”

  “Oh...I thought you said you didn’t mind waiting? I had no idea you were so impatient.” She fake-sulks, and I can think of a cock that’d like to be pressed between those pouty lips.

  “Well, staring at your tits and pretty mouth has me changing my mind. I could stick my cock between those lips and let you stay longer if you’d like?”

  Her eyes grow wide at my bluntness, not used to hearing that sort from me.

  A chuckle escapes, as I tug her out of the hot tub, pulling her behind me, so any guests aren’t privy to witness her looking so damn sexy. She may not be accustomed to me speaking to her like Saint does, but that’s only because I’ve held myself back. I won’t be doing that any longer though. “Cat got your tongue?”

  “Something does,” she mumbles, flicking her gaze toward my groin several times as we make our way to our shared room. My cock’s hard and definitely not hiding its eagerness any longer.

  “You getting scared of me?”

  I won’t make her do anything she doesn’t want to. I hope she realizes that. I think she’s freaking out inside now that we’re alone in a hotel together and we’ve both made it clear that we don’t intend to hold back from taking her body any longer. Glancing at my groin, it’s clear as day, I want to fuck her until she can’t stand up.

  “No, but...” She trails off, and eventually, I glance her way. She continues, “Do you think I’m a ho?”

  Anger claws its way up my back with her question. Did someone call her one? Where did she get that shit from? Nobody, and I mean not a motherfucking soul, better have called her a ho. I’ll have Saint wearing their skin like a goddamn cape in retribution.

  “No. Who the fuck said that?” The words are harsh to my own ears as they leave my mouth. I can only imagine how she’ll take it, but hearing her even question it, has me furious. Jude’s one of the purest individuals I’ve ever come across.

  “Uh...no one, but I know people will think it’s wrong.”

  “Think what’s wrong? Baby, spell the shit out for me. I’m a man, remember?”

  “That it’s wrong for me to want you both, at the same time.”

  “Well, too fucking bad. You know why, Jude?” I ask, and she shakes her head, looking to me for guidance.

  “Because I said so, that’s why. Besides, ain’t nobody looking in that mirror each day besides you. If you’re happy and satisfied, then fuck what anyone else has to say. You think me and Saint would be where we are if we gave two shits about what anyone else thought?”

  “No.”

  “Exactly. You have to live for yourself. And if anyone does have enough guts to call you that, you let Saint and me know. We’ll squash that shit right away. They’ll be lucky if they can ever speak again. Never let what you assume people may think rule your life. It’s not worth it.”

  She nods, keeping her thoughts to herself. Hopefully, she hears me and listens about this. It’s too important that she doesn’t feel guilty for what makes her happy. She deserves to enjoy life, just as everyone else in the world does.

  We get inside the room and Jude’s uncharacteristically quiet, especially after our serious chat in the hallway and elevator.

  “Talk to me, Jude,” I half-ask-half-demand, as I sit on the bed beside her, fighting myself to keep from touching her everywhere.

  Saint’s still in the bathroom, sink water on. I suppose brushing his teeth or shaving. Fucking pretty boy.

  “I wanted to ask you something.”

  “Shoot.”

  She draws in a deep breath. Whatever she’s thinking, must be serious. “Do you kill people like Saint?” She asks it so innocuously.

  It has me swallowing, as my throat’s grown a bit tighter than usual. Fucking shit. I wasn’t expecting her to ask that, of all things.

  I stall, racking my brain for what the hell I should say. How truthful should I be with her? “What the...I mean, where’s this coming from?”

  She shrugs. “I just want to know you.”

  “Yeah, you sure about that, sweetheart? You might not like what you find out. Especially asking questions like that one in particular,” I reply, tucking her hair behind her ear. I like being able to see her whole face when I talk to her. She’s too beautiful not to look at as much as possible.

  “So far, you don’t seem so bad.”

  I shoot her a mock glare, a
nd she grins. She’s straight fucking perfection, even with the smattering of light freckles over her nose. I think they make her even more stunning, if possible. How did I not notice it sooner? I don’t know how I was able to hold back from her for this long.

  “Thanks, I think, anyway. You want the truth?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Picking up her hand, I cover it with both of mine needing to make sure she doesn’t take off running and screaming. With a sigh, I admit one of my worst sins. “Yes, if necessary, I will.” I have many sins, but I don’t want her knowing them all.

  She swallows, so silent; the air thickens as I wait for her to say something—anything. Even that she hates me, just say something and put me on the chopping block already. I’m not sure what to think, and I hate that feeling.

  “Do you hate me now?”

  “No, Sinner; I don’t think that’s possible.”

  If she only knew. Sinner really is the best name for me, even after all these years.

  The truth about where her mother ended up would say otherwise I’m sure. I can’t imagine she’d ever forgive me for being the one who snuffed her mother’s life out. That’s why I have to do everything in my power to make sure it remains buried. She can never know, no matter what. I won’t let her hate me.

  “Oh, baby,” Saint groans, breaking the heavy moment as he comes out of the bathroom and discovers the goddess waiting on the bed.

  Her lilac bra and panties are see-through after her dip in the hot tub, her hair damp and wavy with eyelashes so dark and long they’re deceiving, appearing as if she were blessed with a permanent coat of mascara. I was tormented by her beauty the entire time she floated around in that damn water. I was ready to fuck her on one of the damn motel tables if needed. The possessive side of me made me wait, however, not wanting any assholes to see her like that.