The damp spot on the front of his underwear is evidence he found his release.
“Feeling your orgasm. Feeling your sweet pussy clench around my tongue and sharing the feeling as you came—” He shakes his head, blowing out a long breath. “It was like nothing else I’ve felt before.”
I roll off the bed onto shaking legs and hold out my hand to him. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”
He grins again and my insides go warm as he interlinks our fingers.
Then I pull him into the ensuite connected to his bedroom and flip on the shower, where we both get clean... and then dirty ourselves up all over again.
Chapter 21
Dorian
I’m sitting slumped against my headboard after practice a couple of days after Sin showed us her designs. We’re two weeks into our month at the cabin and we smashed through practice for about five hours today.
My body’s really feeling it. Despite the calluses on my hands, hours of working them leave me feeling like I need to rest my hands in an ice bath or something.
I’m exhausted, rubbing my tired eyes with even more tired fingers. It doesn’t help that I haven’t slept well since we arrived. Sin’s scent is all over this house and it feels like I can’t escape her which is making me increasingly antsy.
Something about her triggers all these muddled, conflicting emotions inside me.
One minute she’s manipulating me in an elevator. The next, she handcrafts a cuff that’s made Micah happier than I’ve ever seen him.
She created a bunch of badges to help the people at the center where my mom works, and then two days later, she explained all about how she was heavily involved in sponging money off people as part of a cult.
I don’t know how to feel about her.
So I’ve been sequestering myself in my room.
I keep thinking about the talk I had with her at the dingy shop where she stayed hidden for years. All the shit I gave her about beinga coward and hiding. I’m a damn hypocrite. If anyone knows about hiding, it’s me.
Fucking sucks.
The room’s silence is driving me crazy. The lack of noise always sends my head spinning, and I’d usually be in the living room with the TV on full blast. Right now, I can’t even do that. Not if I want to keep avoiding Sin.
It’s annoying how she smells so damn good all the time too. She splays out watching whatever crap on TV, with her feet tucked under Cal’s massive thighs and they look so comfortable, it kind of makes me want to puke.
All I know is, every time I see her, my insides go weird and my brain stops working properly, which means I fall back on my old habits and wind up being an antagonistic dick.
“Knock knock,” Iri calls as he taps my door. I quickly slip my shades on my face and tell him to come in.
He shuts the door behind him, glancing around my room before striding over and cracking open the window, like he’s my mother or something.
“I want to ask your opinion on something,” he says, before eyeing my bed. “Is it safe to sit down? Why do I feel like this place has suddenly become jizz central?”
I roll my eyes and ignore him. “Shut up and sit down. What do you want?”
He smirks before thrusting his open laptop at me. I eye the screen, unsure of what I’m seeing. It looks like...
“Cedar Orlog. Isn’t this Sin’s weird cult leader guy? Why are you on his social media?” I scan the page again, scrolling for a minute before asking, “Why are you talking to him on social media? And calling yourself Brock? Hang on, are you catfishing him?”
It sure looks like it. Iri has a whole fake profile set up, and he’s got a conversation going with the guy... offering him a donation.
“What the hell is going on here?”
He doesn’t answer, instead he pulls up another page with what looks like a bunch of bank transactions.
“Are you showing me your money? Dude, what the fuck are you spending all this cash on?”
