Our Sins Page 6

  He moves towards me the sound of his own excitement peaking with every step. I lean forward on the bed, my hands gripping the large thick blanket. With a release of air, his hand lands softly on my wet bottom smoothing over the bare flesh. I shudder, gripping the blanket into my still wet palms. He slides his hand to my middle lightly, barely making contact and leaving so much to be wanted. My nipples harden and my pussy tingles, ready for his dominance.

  I lean into his touch. Silently begging for more. With my next breath his hand disappears, leaving me empty and exposed. My body becomes erect desperately wanting to turn around and see where he’s gone. I push up from the bed and take one step back folding directly into Evans bouncing erection, hard against my back running along my spine.

  Oh, this isn’t over by a long shot.

  He embraces me tight to his chest, one holding my breasts and the other holding my neck. He pulls me close, leaving his heart pounding against me. “Get on the bed.” He kisses my shoulder. I splay myself against the silky material, spreading my legs as my bottom pops in the air. I feel the air between my cheeks rushing to my folds and licking my clit.

  Two hands meet my cheeks once again squeezing up to get a better view of my goods. He tugs upwards, leaving me to fall forward on my face in the blankets. I brace myself turning my head. I’m exposed to the core. Open and ready for everything he’s going to give. He leans into me, his tongue brushing against the tingling surface. He laps at my juices with his tongue hot and full, completely covering my folds only leaving the tip to tease in between. I sink into the bed giving complete control.

  He raises off of me bringing his cock to my bare flesh. The bed vibrates gently as he grips himself, tugging his cock a few times leaving me feeling his hand against my skin.

  Moans leave his throat. He’s enjoying his hand being wrapped around his length as it presses against me. Teasing me. I lean into it wanting to feel him more. He braces himself along my back with his free hand slipping himself between my legs, not touching me where I crave him. He continues pumping himself along my thigh, and I circle my butt in that direction.

  SMACK.

  I wince.

  SMACK.

  “Shit.” I bite the blanket beneath me.

  “You want my dick inside of you?”

  “Yes, baby. I want all of it inside of me.”

  “You want it to slide through here?” His free hand dips inside pressing a finger into my center letting the rush of fluid wash over him. I’m exposed and oh so open. My clit is tight and the throbbing is deadpanning. He doesn’t touch it, though. He circles around but doesn’t touch it. Touch it damn it.

  “I want you to taste me.” No hesitation.

  He devours me into his mouth. Moans ripping from my lips.

  All the things that’ve happened in the past have shaken me in a crazy way. Some good and some bad. I wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t remembered Evan. I hate thinking that, though. I love the man that sits before me, watching his eyes the bluest they’ve ever been, waiting for me to answer his question.

  “Evan Young, you’re an impatient man aren’t you?” I smile and reach for his face. My heart flutters in my chest when I realize the answer’s at my lips.

  He laughs, probably because he knows he has me. He’s always had me. “Impatient?” he asks tilting his head with an evil smile. “It’s inevitable, I’m just ready for it to be sooner rather than later.”

  “Well, it’s kind of backwards though isn’t it?” I’m making him sweat a little. It’s all in innocent fun.

  “Abigale Young, stop messing with me!” He sits erect on the couch wrapping his arms around me tightly.

  “Oh, you don’t get to claim me just yet.” I wink. “We have twenty-three hours, seven minutes, and fourteen seconds before we say I do.” I look at my watch and back to Evan feigning a serious scowl.

  “Yeah, you’re mine, Abby.” He squeezes tighter. “I want to start our family as soon as possible, angel. That doesn’t make me impatient, it just says that I know what I want.” He lays us back on the couch.

  “Evan, tell me about your mom,” I whisper looking up from his warm chest. His eyes drift distant toward the ceiling. Maybe this isn’t the best time to ask, but he never wants to talk about his childhood. I know that his dad was a complete douche. I don’t have specifics, but I want them. He knows everything about my life. I’m not saying I don’t know things because I do. I know what he wants me to know. Is it so bad wanting every possible detail of the life he had before me? He’s silent, and I decide it’s time to change the subject. “You know if we have a baby there’s gonna have to be some changes around here?” His head lifts and his eyes take mine in.

  “You want to try?” he asks shocked.

  “I said if we have a baby.”

  “What would need to change?” His eyes narrow.

  “Well, for one thing, we would need a yard for her to play in.”

  “Done. Good thing we have a big yard.” he quickly agrees. I laugh. “And?” He continues.

  “True.” He’s got me there. “All guns would be locked up at all times.”

  “Absolutely! They’d never be seen.” He nods.

  “Evan, we have so much time ahead of us, why do you want to jump in so quickly?” I ask seeing how seriously determined he is.

  He pushes me back and sits up in quick response to my question. “I’ve almost lost you so many times.” His head falls and my hands immediately go for his. “I’ve almost lost you more in our short time together than most people experience in their entire lifetime, Abby. I have every intention of taking every second as our last. I’ll love you forever and I know that. I know that I’ll be with you forever, and I know that I want a huge family with you. I want to experience every moment of life with you by my side and not waste a single day. Is that so wrong?” His eyes sparkle and his dimples threaten to escape as he kisses the tip of my nose. Damn those dimples.

  I shake my head. “Baby, that’s not wrong. I’m just…” I close my mouth knowing he’s right. We’ve almost lost each other so many times. We shouldn’t be wasting any time. “Okay,” I pause. “You’re right. Why play the waiting game.” I shrug.

  “Seriously?” he asks

  “Yes, I won’t take my birth control.” I nod.

  “We can start trying?” His hands wrap tightly around mine like he doesn’t believe I’ve agreed.

  “Yes.” I laugh, he’s so excited and I have to admit that I’m a little excited, too. I take a deep breath and smile.

  “I love you so much. I promise to be the best father that I can. Little league, baseball, football.” His eyes get huge at the last sport.

  “Girls don’t play football, Evan,” I tease.

  “Yeah, but boys do,” he smirks. “I’ve heard that you can have sex in certain positions to have a boy.”

  “Do you really think that works?”

  He shrugs. “I have no idea, but if I get to take you in all kinds of positions, I’m up for trying.”

  “Pfft… Like that’s ever stopped you before,” I point out. I’m always ready for those positions.

  “What time are you leaving?”

  My face falls to the white gold Cartier Evan gave me as an early wedding gift. “I should go now,” I pout.

  “Stay.”

  “You do realize this is the night before our wedding right? Technically I’m not supposed to be here now.”

  “That twenty four hour rule is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of in my life.”

  I laugh at the boyish fit he’s about to throw. “Stop, you have a bachelor party to get to.”

  “Kiss me,” he demands grabbing my face. I do, I can’t resist this man. “I’ll see you at six o’clock sharp.” He winks.

  “Well, if I’m not running late.” I keep a straight face.

  “What?” He jerks from his position on the couch.

  “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” I run my thumb across his bottom lip.

 
; “No ditching your security. If they say it’s time to go, then it’s time to go. Got it?” Evan and I had a long talk about these guys that follow me everywhere I go. I didn’t like it at first, hell, I’ve never liked it. But I know he can’t be with me twenty four-seven, and more than that I know he worries himself sick, so I agreed to it. Not without my own demands, however.

  “Yes, sir.” I salute him with my lips puckered out.

  “Stop being a smart ass.” He pulls me into his chest. “Be safe.” His lips meet mine again this time in a fierce rhythm. When he lets go, I take a second to trail my fingers along his scruff.

  “I love you, baby, till oblivion.” I wink.

  “Oblivion it is.”

  My phone buzzes on the table and he takes a long breath knowing he’s gotta let me go. “Sorry,” I offer reaching for my phone. “Hello,” I answer knowing its Amy.

  “Get your sexy ass down here,” she replies.

  “I’m coming.”

  “Oh God doll, I did not need to know that.”

  “You sick perv.” I laugh rolling my eyes. “Seriously, I’ll be there in a minute.” I press the red button ending the call. “I love you. I’ll see you on the other side of the isle this time tomorrow.”

  “I love you, too.” His body clings to mine.

  “Mr. Young, Michael Torino is here to see you,” Tony, Evan’s body guard announces. Evan had insisted that I have someone with me at all times. So, I insisted he needed someone to watch over him because he was in more need to have someone watching over him than I was. I didn’t budge on the ultimatum and he gave in. I laugh to myself remembering the look on his face when I won that battle.

  “Wait.” Evan holds his hand in front of his chest signaling Tony not to let Michael in as he approaches me. “I want this to be the last night I ever spend without you in my bed, are we clear?” His eyes are daggers on mine.

  I bite my bottom lip. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.” I wink as he slaps me on the bottom I turn walking out of the door.

  “Wow, what the hell?” I hiss as Nat covers my eyes with some sort of material. “Is this really necessary?” I roll my eyes, but, unfortunately, no one can see.

  “This is going to be the best bachelorette party ever.” Amy giggles excitedly. “Party time hookers,” she continues. I take a deep breath knowing I am so fucked. This girl has some seriously crazy shit up her sleeve. I’ll play along though because I know her intentions are pure and sincere.

  When I hear Nat laugh, I know these two are about to get crazy. The limo that Amy arrived to the apartment in comes to a stop after a few hours of driving, but honestly, I don’t know how long because I fell asleep.

  “Okay miss boring as hell, it’s time to let loose just for tonight. Promise me you will, and I’ll remove the scarf.”

  “Amy,” I sneer.

  “Promise.” She laughs.

  “No, let her sit here all night and we’ll go have all the fun,” Nat chimes in. I love seeing Nat carefree. She has been through so much to help Evan and me. I’m so happy that Nat and Amy connected so well. I want to keep them both close to me.

  “Ha-ha, very funny,” I add. “Yes, I promise.” I give in.

  “Don’t get mad.” I catch Amy smile and all of her beautiful white teeth show in a ‘please don’t kick my ass’ kind of way.

  Turning my head to look out of the window it hits me. We’re in Vegas. “Holy crap.” Nat shoves me towards the door.

  “Suck it up,” she says playfully annoyed.

  “Oh God,” I hear Amy wince to my left.

  “I’m not mad, relax. Am I that boring and transparent?” I ask, turning to look at them.

  The girls look at each other and completely erupt in laughter. “Yes.” They both nod.

  “Huh?” I pout. I didn’t realize how mundane I was. Yeah, I’ve been kind of blah for a while, but I feel good these days. Evan definitely does that to me. He makes me happy.

  “Well, I have to say this hotel is hot,” Nat says as the door opens from the outside. “Damn, I’m good.” Her long black hair drapes down her back as her long legs step out of the car. And then I realize she’s wearing a dress.

  “Holy shit,” I gasp while gaping at her.

  “What?” Her brows lift.

  “I’ve never seen you in anything other than those pants you wear.”

  Amy laughs and leans on my arm as we both take her in.

  “I’ll take credit for that one,” she whispers in my ear loud enough for Nat to hear.

  “That’s because I’m always working.” She shrugs.

  “I think you’re breath taking, Natalia. Absolutely beautiful.” I see her blush and it surprises me. She must not know how beautiful she truly is.

  “I haven’t been here for a while,” Amy says from my side as I step out behind Nat.

  “Am I the only one that’s never been to Vegas?” I am lame.

  “I’ve only been here on business, and I don’t think that counts so this will be our first time tonight.” Nat winks grabbing my hand.

  Amy stands to my left grabbing my free hand. “This time tomorrow you’ll be married, Abby!” She turns facing me. “I know that Evan is going to make you very happy. But tonight is for us. I have watched you go through some tough shit, and I want you to let that beautiful hair down and have a blast with no worries. I’ve got your back.”

  “I love you.” I hug her tight.

  “Ms. Alexander?” Amy nods her head to the tall man in a uniform that’s just approached us.

  “Wait, I thought you said you set this up?” I ask Nat.

  “I asked her to choose a hotel from some pics on the internet.” She laughs. “So, she picked the one that showed a hot guy in the pic.”

  “Bitch, don’t hate cause I have mad selection,” Nat huffs. I throw my hand to my mouth attempting to hold my laughter.

  We enter the large Edge hotel, and I’m completely in awe of the architecture of the building. Glass walls, tall ceilings, very crisp and modern. It’s breath taking. Amy, Nat, and I check in and then follow the man that had initially greeted us. I turn my head to my right glancing behind us seeing the ‘muscle.' “Where are they staying?” I hope Amy considered them when making arrangements.

  “Don’t worry doll, Evan made sure they were taken care of.” Evan?

  “He knows we’re in Vegas?”

  “Oh, you don’t think I was going to be a part of this and not tell him did you?” Nat answers. “I’m not getting my ass kicked. No, let me correct that. He’d kill me.” Like anyone’s gonna kick her ass. I know Evan wouldn’t even consider it. “I know that look Abby, and you’re dead wrong.”

  We enter the elevator that three other men are already occupying when Brent, one of my security guys jogs towards us objecting, but Nat holds her hand up. “Dude, I’ve got this.” And then blows him a kiss. She has so much fun torturing them. I offer him a sympathetic glance. I know they get into hot water with Evan when she pulls these kind of stunts.

  The door closes and the girls lean against the wall checking their phones. I’m tired and would prefer snuggling up and sleeping till it’s time to get ready tomorrow, but I’m sure I’m not getting out of this without a hangover at some level.

  “Where are you ladies from?” One of the men that hold the left side of the elevator captive asks in Nat’s direction.

  “Your dreams, baby,” Nat responds winking. “When in Vegas.” She shrugs, seeing the evil eye I’m giving her.

  “Holy crap, I almost forgot.” Amy jumps in her pumps digging through her Louis Vuitton. She tosses the bag on the floor of the elevator pulling out a sash and a crown that screams BRIDE. My cheeks heat as I blush. I’m not the attention whore she wants me to be, and this is surely gonna get me some attention in Vegas. I cover my face and cringe on the inside. “Fucking beautiful, doll.”

  “Excuse me, Miss Las Vegas do you have a few words?” Nat’s laughing her ass off in the corner holding out an imaginary microphone.r />
  “Shut up, she deserves every bit of what’s to come.” Amy runs her hands through my locks letting them bounce off my shoulders as she releases them.

  The men that I’d forgotten about for a few seconds are cheering and laughing with the girls as I sink to the back of the elevator. I stare at the numbers that are flickering too slowly.

  “You’re the bride, huh?” I hear someone ask from my left.

  “Mhmm,” I nod turning my head.

  “Well, looks like they’re out to torment the shit out of you.” His head nods in Amy and Nat’s direction. “Don’t worry I’m sure their intentions are well placed.”

  “Yeah, you don’t know these girls.” I raise my head to the ticking numbers again.

  “I’m Kale, by the way,” the tall guy says, offering his hand.

  I glance at his hand for a moment and determine his kindness is harmless enough so I take it. “I’m Abby.” I smile.

  “This is our stop, nice to meet you, Abby. Congrats on the wedding,” he says taking his hand away and walking off the elevator.

  “Thanks,” I whisper.

  When the elevator doors close and we ascend, I reach into my bag for my phone. No missed calls or texts.

  “Stop!” Amy snatches my phone away. “Tonight’s for us, remember?” she scolds.

  The elevator stops and the doors open. The girls exit and I follow. Our room is the presidential sweet. Doesn’t surprise me that Amy went all out for this. She has the kindest heart. “Wow, this room is amazing.” I gasps. Tall ceilings, windows that overlook Vegas, and a beautiful spiral stair case leading to another section of the suite.

  “Only the best for you, doll. We won’t be in here much, though. She hugs me. “Hello,” she speaks to the man standing behind us.

  “Ms. Alexander, I’m Emilio, I’ll be your butler for the evening, anything you need twenty-four-seven I will be available. At your beck and call,” he says with a sparkle in his eye.

  “Great, can we start with some Champagne? The best, since Miss Alexander’s paying.” My mouth drops to the floor when I turn in Nat’s direction. She’s completely nude. Her straight, shiny hair barely covering her breast and damn that rocking body is perfectly holding its own as she speaks. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t tell me you’ve never seen tits and ass before.” She sighs turning to walk away.