“You think I give a shit what’s in that trust? That it changes anything between us?”
I turned my face toward him, barely able to see his eyes in the dark—but I could feel them. Feel the weight of his gaze like a hand cupping my jaw. “You don’t?”
“No,” he said, and kissed me like the answer should’ve been obvious all along. His hand moved to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my damp hair. “You could have ten dollars or ten million, Theo. It doesn’t matter. You’re mine no matter what.”
I blinked hard. “You mean that?”
“I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t,” he whispered, his voice raw, low, honest in a way that made my chest ache. “You ground me in ways I didn’t know I needed. And I think I do the same for you.”
“You do,” I breathed, tightening my fingers around his.
Sin kissed me again, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that made time feel like it didn’t matter. That made it feel like we could figure this out.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he murmured against my lips.
“What do you mean?”
“Once I hand in my notice at the club… let’s leave. Travel. Find something that’s ours. Something that’s not soaked in expectation or guilt or pressure.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “We’ll figure it out. A city, a beach, a dive bar in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere we can be us. No expectations. No parents. No money hanging over our heads like a guillotine.”
I let the thought settle over me. I’d never considered my future before—not really. It had always been an abstract thing because my life had been set in stone. But Sin was the first person who made me want to figure it out. Who made it seem like I could have one without sacrificing everything I was. That was new, and it was all because of him.
“You’d really do that? With me?” I asked.
He nodded, pulling me closer until we were practically one body, one breath, one pulse. “There’s no one else I’d even think about doing it with.”
CHAPTER 29
SIN
Theo’s skin burned beneath me—hot, flushed, and trembling like a live wire under my touch. Feverish. Starved. I was addicted to him in ways I’d never thought possible until his walls came down, and he let me in.
He moaned as I sucked and nipped his earlobe, biting the sensitive skin just below it. My nose ran down the column of his throat, making him shudder in my arms. Dragging my mouth over the slope of his shoulder, his name was a rasped litany that stuck to the roof of my mouth like a prayer. His back arched as I kissed down the curve of his spine, tongue tracing the dip of each vertebra like a roadmap I’d memorized with hands and hunger.
“Stay still,” I growled against his sweat-slick skin, my voice like gravel in my throat as I pushed his legs beneath him, guiding him into position with one hand firmly on the small of his back.
He folded for me like devotion, presenting himself with an obedience that made my chest ache and my cock pulse. He was mine. Made for me. He was perfect.
My fingers dug into the flesh of his ass, spreading him open, reverent and greedy all at once. I ran my nose along his crease, breathing him in—musky, sharp, raw—until I tasted him on the back of my tongue.
When I pressed my mouth to that puckered ring and flicked my tongue out in quick, teasing licks, he cried out—a wrecked, needy sound that shot straight to the base of my spine.
“Fuck,” he choked. “Yes—yes, don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I sucked and licked like I was starving for him, devouring the part of him no one else would ever know. He whimpered, hips rocking, pushing himself back on my face with a desperation that set me on fire.
My tongue slid inside him, tasting heat and sin, and my hand slipped underneath to wrap around his heavy leaking cock. I stroked him from base to tip, thumb swiping over the slit before lifting it to his lips so he could taste himself. Theo wrapped his lips around my thumb and sucked on the digit like his life depended on it.
Every sound he made was like a drug. Every tremble of his thighs, every broken breath. I kept him there on the edge, teasing, tormenting. I edged him like a sadist without a soul—loving his unraveling almost more than his release.
“I want you inside,” he begged, voice thick and slurred with lust. “Sin, please—fuck me, I can’t?—”
“You can.” I dragged my teeth along the curve of his hip. “You’re mine, Theo. You take what I give you.”
When I finally relented, and flipped him onto his back, he was wrecked—sweat-slicked, face streaked with tears, lips swollen from biting down on moans.
