Текст книги "Sinful Longing"
Автор книги: Lauren Blakely
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The disco lights swirled in crazy-eight circles, and Elle raced around the rink, hot as fuck in her tight T-shirt, short skirt, and red socks. Bon Jovi blasted out of the sound system.
“Catch me if you can.”
Oh hell. There was no way he was backing down from that challenge. He pushed harder and faster on his wheels, and soon enough he caught up with her, grabbing her waist and pulling her to the side of the rink.
Breathless, she laughed in his arms as “You Give Love a Bad Name” echoed around them.
“Hey, you’re not even supposed to be skating for another week,” he admonished her.
“No,” she said, correcting him as she shook her head. “The doctor said no contact sports. Skating itself is fine.”
“Contact sports,” he said, cupping her ass in his hands. “Seems you already violated that doctor’s order a few times.”
“Not enough though. Let’s violate it again.”
They had the rink to themselves. Camille had given Elle the key, and they were all alone, the game over and everyone cleared out.
Even though he’d never fucked her wearing skates before, he was confident he could pull it off because he was an athlete, a risk-taker, and a man madly in love with the woman he wanted. But maybe they’d move off the slick hardwood and onto the carpeted floor.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her—a hot, wet kiss that had her shuddering in his arms and rocking her hips into him in no time. She moaned as he deepened the kiss until their mouths tangled together and became nothing but a fevered, hungry prelude to hard sex.
He needed that. Needed to reclaim her. To take her. To own her. To feel her body move in tandem with his. He craved that kind of sex as a sign that this reconnection would last. He believed it in his heart, and now wanted to experience it in his bones.
He spun her around, a task made easier with her on skates. “Hands on the railing, Skater Girl,” he growled, and she bent over in a perfectly glorious L. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her giving herself to him. She glanced back at him, licking her lips as he hiked up her skirt, then unzipped his shorts and pushed down his briefs.
“I missed all of you, including your cock,” she purred. She was his dirty-mouthed woman. His filthy talker, and God, he loved all of her—dirty words, strong body, witty mind and gorgeous heart. “Take off your panties, and show me how much you missed me. I want to see how wet you are.”
With one hand, she tugged down her pink panties to her knees, then she lifted her ass in the air and wiggled. His breath stopped as he stared at her beautiful body, ready for him. He grabbed her hips and sank into his heaven.
Then he picked up speed and fucked her by the railing as rockers sang anthems about love gone wrong. But there was no love gone wrong here. It was only right, only true, only real.
Soon she neared the edge, and called out his name as the disco ball cast silvery lights on the floor. Before he could join her on the other side of bliss, she said, “I want to turn around. I want to look at you.”
“Then be prepared for me to give you another orgasm.”
They switched to a new position as he lifted her onto the railing at the edge of the rink. She looped her arms around his neck. “I always knew,” she whispered as he thrust into her.
“Always knew what?”
She grasped him tighter, pulled him closer, and tilted her chin. Her hazel eyes were full of so much love that he wasn’t sure he could last much longer.
“That I’d find my way back to you,” she said, and exhilaration tore through him. It sped through his body in a mad rush of savage ecstasy. He wanted her to find him always. He wanted to be her home.
“I’ll always be here.”
She was the only kind of intoxication he wanted anymore. He planned to stay hooked on her for all time.
She was the risk. She was the reward.
They came together once more.
* * *
Later she poured a lemonade from the tap at the snack stand.
“One virgin for you, sir,” she said and slid a red and white paper cup across the Formica. “Since that’s the only virgin you’re getting.”
He laughed and took a drink, then he set it down and laced his fingers through hers. “Hey. You think the bartender would go home with me tonight? I’ll bring you back here to get your car tomorrow morning.”
That sounded good to her, so she said yes as Foreigner’s “Feels Like the First Time” played faintly in the background. As the chorus repeated, it hit her. Tonight would be her first night with him. She’d never stayed over. She wanted all these firsts with him, and all the lasts, too. She wanted this man with a fierceness she hadn’t expected, and she was giving herself permission to feel it. To finally let herself have him. All of him, in all of her life.
“But do I have to get up at the crack of dawn when you go rock climbing or whatever crazy thing you have planned for tomorrow morning?”
“Only if you want to.”
She did want to. She wanted to make good on a wish she’d made. She wanted to turn a one-time maybe into a full-on yes.
The next morning, she asked him to take her kayaking.
Maybe some days you’ll want to kayak and some days you won’t, and whatever you want is fine by me.
The look in his dark eyes said that it was more than fine. That it was pure magic to share what he loved. And it became pure fun, too, when he taught her how to paddle in a kayak built for two. She didn’t flip over, she didn’t drown, and she didn’t slice her head on a rock at the edge of the lake.
After they pulled the kayak out of the water, she sank down on the edge of the lake, enjoying the clear blue sky of an early morning on the outskirts of Vegas. He draped an arm around her, and she expected a kiss to come next—maybe even a kiss that would turn into outdoor sex on a kayak.
Instead, his voice was intensely serious. “Elle, do you want me to quit?”
“Quit?” she asked quizzically. “Quit what?”
“Doing the adventure sports? Not kayaking, but the ones you worry about more. The rock climbing, hang gliding, mountain bike riding, and the skiing?”
“Wait. You hang glide, too?” That was news to her.
He smiled widely. “No. I want to try it, though. But I know the sports worry you. I’ll give it up for you.”
Her eyes widened with shock, and her heart beat wildly as she soaked in the knowledge that he would give up something he loved madly for her. “You’d do that for me?”
He nodded, no questions asked. “I would. I don’t want to cause any more stress in your life. I don’t want you to live with that kind of fear.”
Happiness rained down on her. Bliss spread from her chest to the tips of her fingers. The fact that he’d offered thrilled her. It delighted her to the ends of the earth and back. But she shook her head. “No. I don’t want you to quit. I want you to go for it. I want to cheer you on. I want to be the first person you see when you cross the finish line at your triathlon later this month.”
He exhaled deeply and smiled like she’d given him the greatest gift in the world—permission to do what he loved without fear. She’d still worry about him, but it wasn’t her place to hold him back. She ran her hand over his hip. Though he was clothed, she liked tracing the outline of his phoenix tattoo. For new beginnings. Like this one. “In fact, I was going to ask if you’d be interested in starting a climbing or kayaking group for the boys at the center. They never get to go, and I bet some would like to.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I already took Rex yesterday. He loved it.”
She nudged his elbow. “See? You don’t have to give up something you love to be with me.”
“I’m glad I don’t have to, but I would,” he said, running his hand through her hair then pulling her in for a quick kiss. “And I can’t wait to cross the finish line and see you.”
“I’ll always be there.”
EPILOGUE
Hot. Sweaty. Exhausted. Aching.
And elated.
Add in thrilled as the finish line came into view that hot Saturday afternoon in August, and he saw where Elle waved and cheered him on. He was overjoyed as he put one foot in front of the other, ceaselessly running until he nearly collapsed in her arms.
Nearly. But didn’t.
He finished this one the way he wanted to, and even though every muscle screamed, and his throat cried out for water, he was flying high. So high, he lifted her up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him.
“You did it!”
“I did it.”
There was no medal. There was no prize. There was no ranking. There was only this—the satisfaction of a job well done and the love of a good woman.
That was everything, and he wanted to share it with his family the next day. The crew joined him for a celebratory dinner at his house—Brent and Shannon, Ryan and Sophie, Elle and Alex, Michael and his grandparents, as well as Marcus, Rex, and Tyler. The boys seemed to travel in a pack, and Colin was glad that Marcus had such good friends—friends who were also good guys.
Marcus had more than that. He had his new family, too, and he’d been spending more time here at Colin’s house, crashing from time to time at night when he had class the next morning, since his school was nearby. But he hadn’t been himself for the last few weeks. Not since they’d visited their mom in Hawthorne. He’d seemed remote, nervous even, spending more time clutching his phone as if he were waiting for a dreaded call to arrive.
Colin had asked a few times about his mood, and if he wanted to talk. Marcus always shook his head and said no. Colin tried again that evening after everyone left and the two of them were straightening up in the kitchen.
“What’s going on? College harder than you thought?”
“No. It’s fine,” Marcus said as he loaded a plate in the dishwasher.
“Is it work?”
His phone rang. With the speed of a cheetah, Marcus whipped his cell from his back pocket. He glanced at the screen and answered immediately. Colin didn’t even see the name or the number.
“Hey.”
A pause. Colin tried to tune in to the conversation, though he knew he shouldn’t. Still, he was damn curious, especially since the caller sounded a hell of a lot like Detective John Winston.
“Holy shit. That’s fucking amazing,” Marcus said, and the sullenness vanished. It was replaced by something that looked and sounded like jubilation. Marcus ran a hand through his hair and exhaled like he’d been holding ten thousand breaths. “Tonight? You arrested him tonight?”
Colin straightened, set down the dishtowel, and mouthed who? Anticipation barreled through him as he zeroed in on Marcus.
“Yes. I can talk. I’m at Colin’s house.” Marcus covered the phone and said, “Can John come over?”
“Um. Yeah. Obviously,” he said, then made a rolling gesture with his hands. Hurry up and tell me.
When Marcus hung up, Colin parked his hands on his hips. “What’s going on? Who was arrested?”
“Kenny Nelson.”
Colin punched the air. “Yes. Fuck yes!”
“The cops have him in custody now,” Marcus added, and he’d become the very embodiment of relief. Then his expression shifted once more. “But it’s not over. T.J. Nelson is still at large.”
“They’ll find him, too,” Colin said as excitement consumed him. This was huge. This was a big break, and he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers and sister and grandmother…
Wait.
“Why did John call you? Why is he coming over here?” Colin asked, curiosity taking over. Something didn’t add up. Some piece was missing.
The sullen Marcus briefly resurfaced, but he let go of it in seconds, pushing past it. “I’ve been helping the detective for two weeks now. Helping him with the case.”
“How?”
Marcus squeezed his eyes shut then opened them. “My father.”
Colin tensed all over. “What about him?”
“He was involved.”
His jaw dropped. His blood chilled. “How? How was he involved?”
Marcus swallowed then words rained forth. “There are things I know about my dad. He is a piano teacher. But he’s much more. So are the Royal Sinners. They’re a street gang, but they’re powerful. They have friends in high places. And my dad is one of them. He’s so far inside that hardly anyone knows who he really is, or that he’s starting to lose control of some of his men. Like Kenny and T.J.”
“Your dad works with them?”
“My father is the head of the Royal Sinners.”
THE END
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Freedom was the sound of the subway whisking through the tunnels and screeching to a halt at Trihnity Hamilton’s stop in Greenwich Village. It was walking off the train and emerging onto the busy streets of Manhattan above. It was knowing that, in three months’ time, this would be her life.
Trihn sighed happily and maneuvered the busy streets with practiced ease. Her sister, Lydia’s, apartment was right around the block, and Trihn would be moving in at the end of the summer to attend fashion design school. She was already visualizing where all the new things she had purchased would go when she moved in.
With her head in the clouds, she traipsed up the stone stairs to Lydia’s building. As she was punching in the code to enter, the door violently swung open. Trihn yelped as it crashed toward her. She jumped backward, just barely missing getting hit in the face.
“Jesus Christ!” she yelled.
The door hit the wall and ricocheted back toward the person who had thrown it open in such haste.
“Why don’t you watch what you’re doing?” she asked.
She picked up her dance bag where it had landed on the stairs two steps below the entrance. She hadn’t even realized she had thrown it, and now, her shoulder was throbbing. Great.
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry,” the guy said. He roughly grabbed the door in his hand and eased it back open.
She rolled her shoulder back and cringed. If she didn’t have the use of her shoulder, she was going to be fucked at ballet later tonight. She could not have this two weeks before the Senior Showcase.
“Yeah, well”—Trihn shifted her dance bag to the other shoulder and winced—“be more careful next time.”
“Sorry. I will. Are you all right?” he asked, taking a step toward her.
Her eyes drifted upward, and she forgot all about her hurt shoulder.
This guy was hot. She’d seen all manner of gorgeous men while modeling during the past two years, but this guy was different—less of a pretty boy with no coifed hair, oil-slicked body, or perfectly waxed…everything.
He wore a fit NYU T-shirt and running shorts that accentuated his muscular physique. He had sandy-blond hair that wasn’t flawlessly groomed. Some of it fell into his electric-blue eyes when he looked at her. Concern was written on his face, and she felt her body humming to its own tune when he smiled at her.
“Um…yeah. My shoulder. Dance.”
Am I even coherent?
He smiled wider. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know anyone was on the other side.”
She cleared her throat and shrugged her dance bag higher. Why is his smile so disarming?
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Seriously, are you sure your shoulder is all right?”
She dropped her bag and then dramatically rolled both shoulders to show him that she was fine. But then she flinched, ruining the effect. “Actually, I’m not sure. We’ll see how it goes.”
“Well, let me give you my number, and if you need to see a doctor or anything, you can give me a call.”
Trihn ignored the flutter in her stomach. “Sure. I don’t think I’ll have to go but just in case.”
Right. Just in case.
Trihn handed over her phone, and he punched in his name and number. Before she could take it back, he clicked the Send button.
He smiled at her again. “Now, I’ll know it’s you,” he explained.
Yeah. Definite flutters.
She glanced down at the screen. “Preston.”
“That’s me. And you are?”
“Trihn.”
