Stolen glances.
Rare touches.
Those things were what I lived for since he’d gotten inside.
And I knew that nobody understood my deep-seated need to stay with the man—stay close—but it made sense to me.
Because it led me to this moment in time.
Me so fucking close to the man that I could walk right up and touch him if I wanted to. If he’d let me.
“You know,” I said softly as I moved around the room. “Your name really is fitting.”
He grinned and looked away, his body so tense that his veins were pulsing along the surface of his skin.
I reached for the wrap that the nurse had been about to put around Sin’s hand before she left and walked up to him slowly.
He tensed, not in fear, but in anticipation.
How did I know it was anticipation?
Because his cock was still hard, pulsing now, and the closer I moved to him, the more the veins in his neck popped out, and the tighter his fist clenched.
“Sit down,” I urged. “I can’t reach you all the way over there.”
Sin tensed but moved until he was sitting once again.
His cock, yet again, was straining his pants, but neither one of us paid it any mind as he slowly got himself situated on the gurney in front of me.
“You’re gonna have to be careful with this hand for a while,” I found myself saying.
He grunted out a ‘yeah’ but didn’t say much more as he watched me come toward him.
The moment that my hand brushed his, a hiss left his throat, and our eyes met.
Keeping my eyes on his, I blindly wrapped the wrap around the palm of his hand.
Likely, it resembled a three-year-old’s attempt at doctoring her ‘baby.’
Whatever.
Sin’s eyes held me captive, and I couldn’t look away even if I tried.
The moment that the sticky fabric reached its end, I pressed down lightly and dropped my hands to my sides.
Only, when I did, the tips of two fingers brushed against the hard length of him.
We both froze.
Him because I’d just touched his cock, and me because, oh my God. I’d just touched his cock.
One second, he was staring into my eyes, and the next I found myself up against him, pulled in tight, with his mouth on mine.
Our kiss was… savage.
There was no other word for it.
There were years of pent-up feelings—rage, need, desire, desperation—in that kiss.
But one thing I knew for sure.
After this kiss, I would never be the same.
His mouth tasted like copper. Blood. Whether it was the fist to the face he’d taken—I hadn’t seen it happen, but I could see the evidence of the swelling and slight bruising around his mouth—or the fact that I’d cut him with my teeth in my exuberance, I didn’t know.
What I did know was that there was such a firestorm going on in my blood that I was finding it hard to breathe, let alone think.
When he pulled back, both of us were gasping for air.
Then we weren’t thinking anymore.
With two smooth, quick strides he was leading me to the wall in the back of the small room, behind a small partitioned curtain.
Then we were tearing at each other’s clothes.
Luckily, I’d taken off my belt when I’d come in here because it was uncomfortable.
Unluckily, I still had on my tight as hell pants, and there was no way in hell I was getting my boots undone anytime soon.
They had laces all the way up to mid-calf.
Understanding dawned on his face, which caused him to pull back.
“Get your pants down,” he ordered. “And turn around.”
I didn’t so much as hesitate.
The moment that those raspy words came out of that beautiful mouth, I acted like that was the one and only order that I would ever hear again.
He let me go just far enough to allow me to move.
That, and allow himself to get his pants down to around his ankles.
I didn’t look down.
Couldn’t.
But I could feel him there, only a scant inch away, practically pressed up against my body, as he slowly worked the length of his cock with his fist.
Closing my eyes, I frantically pulled at the buttons of my pants, and at one point, my knuckles brushed against something hot, soft, and warm.
I moaned and pulled at my pants, clawing myself in the process of pushing them down over my generous hips.
The moment that they were far enough down that I would have to bend over, I turned around.
Then did the bending.
He hissed when my backside pressed against his tip.
“Son of a bitch,” I heard him say.
“Hurry,” I pleaded. “Just fucking hurry.”
He knew the why of my urgency.
We would only get a few minutes, max, to make this happen.
A few minutes for him to get inside of me, fuck me to hell and back, make us both come, and then separate.
I felt his tip at my entrance, and I had enough forethought to slam my hand over my mouth just before his cock was thrust so hard and deep inside of me that I could do nothing more than scream.
“Shhh,” he growled, his hands latching on to both hips. “I want to be able to come. Won’t be able to if you get them in here before I do.”
I closed my eyes and moaned, the soft sound filling the large room despite his warnings.
He tightened his hands on my hips, likely leaving bruises.
But I didn’t care.
All I could think about was how good having his big cock inside of me felt, finally.
It felt like everything I’d ever imagined it would be.
Jesus Christ, there really were no words.
He thrust into me hard and fast, his body slamming into mine so hard that a steady slap-slap-slap filled the room.
There was no way that anybody would be able to mistake it for anything other than what it was if they happened upon the sound—or us.
His hands tightened even harder on my hips, and I knew he was close.
Fingers snaking down to between my legs, I hurriedly circled my clit with two fingers, amazed at how wet I was.
But honestly, I shouldn’t be all that amazed.
I mean, this was Sin that was inside me. Sin that’d kissed me. Sin that was going to come deep inside of me.
Three of my most-wanted things.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled as he pushed into me with a little more force than he had been previously.
That’s when I heard the talking.
The guards were nearby.
They were bullshitting about something. The riot. The fact that Drummond got his ass kicked, and was even then getting the reaming of a lifetime from the warden for his actions.
I pressed my face against my hand and clenched my teeth, feeling the start of something so intense deep in my belly that at first, I got a little scared.
Listen, I’d had orgasms before. I lost my virginity in the back seat of a borrowed pickup truck to the town bad boy.
It was awful, and from then on, I’d promised myself that if I was going to have sex again, it was going to be with someone that meant something to me.
And Sin meant something.
Sin meant a whole lot of something.
Even more, he knew what to do with his cock.
That, or I was just that far gone for him that it didn’t matter what he did.
I was going to orgasm.
I’d just never experienced something so intense before, and I hadn’t even had the orgasm yet.