Lace and Sin (Sinners Series Book 1) Page 7

  “What are you cataloguing me or something?”

  He laughs, loudly. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh so hard before.

  “Shut up, someone’s going to hear you” I say - but he doesn’t stop, in fact he laughs harder. The only thing I can think of is to press my lips to his to shut him up, which works perfectly.

  He slides his hand through my hair and yanks hard, pulling my face up towards his. This kind of turns me on, yet makes me growl in frustration, so I push against his chest until he steps backwards. His back hits the wall of one of the buildings and he laughs again.

  “Why does disobedience turn you on so much?” he chuckles.

  “And who the hell says I’m turned on? I only kissed you because you wouldn’t shut up, Carter.”

  He reaches out, bunches the front of my hoodie in his fist, and pulls me against him. My arms automatically reach out to his chest to brace myself, and he slides one hand down my side and against the waist band of my tights.

  “Stop Carter” I say, but I can’t seem to stop my lips from lifting into a small smirk. There’s seriously something wrong with me.

  He slips his hand slowly down inside my tights, inside my panties, and slides his fingers between my legs. A huge grin automatically spreads across his face, because I just proved him right.

  His grin fades slightly and he looks right at me, right into my eyes. I want to look away, but strangely I can’t find it in me to do that. He looks down between us where his hand is still pressed against me, and then back up to my face. He slowly starts to move his fingers, and then slips one finger inside me, working me, moving in a slow yet pleasurable pace. I close my eyes for an instant, until he says my name in that soft, husky voice.

  “Kayla…Look at me.”

  I bite my lip as he slips another finger inside me, and keeps up the slow torturous pace. I also open my eyes, just like he asked. For some reason when he’s doing this, torturing me in this most delicious and unbearable way, I find myself doing as he asks, bending to his will. He leans in and his lips barely brush against my cheek, his soft warm breath against my neck.

  “What are you planning, Kayla?” he whispers against my ear, and bites down softly.

  “Nothing” I barely manage to murmur as he keeps up his slow rhythm.

  “What do you want from Mikhalov?” he asks gently, prying, trying to crack me open like a fucking safe.

  He slows his movements and I snap my gaze to his, “Don’t…” I say. I don’t even know whether I’m saying don’t because I don’t want him asking things, or because I don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing. My brain is having a minor melt down right now.

  He takes it as the latter, because he starts moving his fingers again and says, “Kayla, what do you want from him?”

  I moan and he presses his lips to mine to capture the sound. He uses his free hand to grab my shoulder and spin us around, practically slamming my back to the brick wall.

  “Fuck” I groan, both with pleasure and pain.

  “Good fuck or bad fuck, Kayla?” he asks, and I see his perfect smile, his pearly white teeth almost glowing in the moonlight.

  “Good…definitely good” I moan again, barely getting the words out between my little gasps of pleasure.

  “Good. Answer the question then” he says and starts to kiss along my neck, his free hand sliding up underneath my hoodie and finally reaching one of my breasts. He tugs on a nipple lightly until I finally say the words, the words he’s been trying to pry out of me for the last ten minutes.

  “I want vengeance” I practically growl.

  ***

  I study him from across the table in the café, thinking of my answer.

  “Simple question babe…bath or shower?”

  “Fine, shower” I answer him. He started this weird comparing questions game, where I can only choose one or the other. After I told him what I wanted from Mikhalov, he just dropped the entire topic, and to say I was slightly confused was a bit of an understatement.

  We jumped back over the fence, and instead of walking back to his car he grabbed my hand and started leading me to this café. The whole way he was asking me these trivial random questions - Pepsi or Coke, Dogs or Cats, Day or Night.

  “Ass or tits?” I ask him, grinning cheekily.

  He looks down my body, or as much as he can see that isn’t obscured by the table, and finally answers “ass” with a huge grin on his face.

  “My place or yours?” he asks, just as the waitress walks up with a shy smile. She places our drinks in front of us, and then shuffles away to the next table.

  “Are you still asking your silly little questions, or you asking me back to your place?”

  “You decide”

  “Mmm…your place then” I grin at him.

  “Are you answering my silly little questions, or you saying you want to go back to my place?”

  “You decide” I mimic his answer and laugh.

  He groans faintly and leans his head back against the booth seat, all while I sit there happily downing my sugar filled drink. After eyeing the ceiling for a second he finally drops his eyes back to mine, and watches my lips while I play with the straw. Ugh…it’s that look right there that has me doing anything he wants, dropping my walls and exposing things I never would before.

  I manage to finish my drink before he’s even touched his, so he gently pushes his cup and slides it over to my side.

  “Not thirsty?” I ask as I pop my straw into his cup, and start to finish that drink too. I must be thirstier than I first thought. He shakes his head the tiniest fraction and then stands up, pulls his wallet out of his back pocket, and pulls out some money to leave on the table for the waitress.

  He gently grabs my hand to pull me up against his side, and walks us out of the café, arm wrapped around my shoulder. I find myself slightly melting against him instead of pulling myself away. To anyone on the street we’d look like a couple walking wrapped up in one another, consumed by each other.

  “Let’s go to your place actually” he finally says as we round the corner, and make our way towards his car.

  “Why?” I ask petulantly.

  “Because I want to see where you live, what you classify as home.”

  “Why?” I ask again, confused with his enthusiasm to get to know me. I think I’m just always on the defense when it comes to letting people into my life. Sure we had sex couple of times today but that’s different. I wasn’t letting him into the parts of me that are crazy enough to scare any sane person away.

  I look at his face in time to see him quirk his brow up as he asks, “Are you always this difficult?”

  “Yup” I say, popping the ‘p’ on the end of the word like a ten year old dipshit, which just makes him laugh and shake his head a tiny bit.

  “You’re not as scary as you think. I know you think I’ll run for the hills as soon as I know anything about you, but I won’t.”

  “We’ll see” is all I say and give him a tiny forced smile, “Is that what Alek said to you before?”

  “Yeah…and that behind your outer bitch is actually a really sweet and funny girl” he grins.

  “Well thanks for that, Alek” I say sarcastically.

  “I know you might want to think you’re a bitch sometimes…but I’ve come to see you only do that when you’re hiding something or avoiding it.”

  I ignore his accurate observations, and just walk the rest of the way in silence.

  ***

  The keys jingle in my hands loudly, as I try to shakily put them in the lock and open my front door. I’m nervous as all hell. It’s like high school all over again when I took a guy home to meet Uncle Johnny. He’d spend half the night showing off his gun collection, and start cleaning them and putting them back together while we sat on the living room couch awkwardly.

  If that wasn’t bad enough, Alek would show up half way through the night and brag about how I could take someone out with any ordinary object in
the vicinity, emphasizing on the time I almost broke his arm when he used the last bit of crunchy peanut butter.

  In all honesty I don’t even know whether he was trying to make me look good in his own twisted way, or try to scare the guy off, but after that they never wanted to come around again. That’s how I ended up losing my virginity in a hotel room at seventeen to some college football jock, who was surprisingly kind of sweet about it all. I guess him wanting to cuddle after freaked me out though, so I high tailed it out of there like my ass was on fire.

  Carter wraps his warm hand over the top of mine to still the shakiness, and I realise I’ve been standing here with the key in the lock for far too long.

  “He’s not going to shoot me is he?” he tries to joke.

  I scoff a little but bite down on my lip as I shrug, “That’s probably the better scenario.”

  “What could possibly be so bad that has you freezing at your doorstep? I just broke into an office with you to steal shit…If I’m not running from you after that, I don’t think I’ll be running now” he says and turns my hand that’s still wrapped around the keys.

  The door unlocks and I push it open with my free hand, then gesture for him to come inside. He takes a few steps and waits for me to close the door, before we make our way further in.

  Alek is as usual playing around with his equipment, which right now looks like it’s blown up and scattered into a thousand pieces all over our dining table. He looks up at us and quirks his brow when he sees I’ve brought Carter home.

  “How’d it go?” he asks casually, and reverts his gaze back to all the wires and tiny pieces of whatever he’s fiddling with.

  “Good” I answer, because that’s all that seems to want to come out of my mouth at the moment.

  “How’d Carter here take it?” he grins without lifting his gaze.

  “Good” I say again, as Carter shrugs with a grin on his face. Not that Alek saw because he was busy twisting some wires together.

  “You say good one more time Bunny, I swear to god” he chuckles.

  “Bunny?” asks Carter with a small smirk.

  “Old nickname” I simply answer, but Alek feels the need to elaborate.

  “She legally wanted to change her name to Bunny when she was little, after Bugs Bunny” he chuckles to himself, and finally finishes messing with his gear. He wipes his palms down his thighs and stands up, his chair scraping along the wood floor in the process.

  “Well, hand it over then” he says as he starts to walk toward us, the laces on his black military style boots dragging along the floor as he crosses the room. I look from him to Carter and finally pull out the USB - I mean no harm, he already knows what I stole anyway.

  Alek takes the USB and makes his way to his computer room without a word. Are we supposed to follow?

  Before I make up my mind, Carter gently twists his fingers through mine and follows after Alek. When we round the corner and walk into the room, Carter whistles in appreciation when he sees all the equipment.

  “Is that the TK software?” he asks enthusiastically, and I swear the look on Alek’s face is like a kid who’s just found his new best friend. Oh no, I’ve been replaced.

  “Yeah, but the amended Alek version” he grins, “Can do a whole lot more now than they say, probably not very legal though” Alek shrugs like it’s nothing.

  “Impressive” Carter chuckles, as I stand there shocked at their little bonding interaction.

  I try to pry my hand free from Carters grip, and when I finally manage to make a huge deal about it and twist free, he quirks his brown and smirks at me. His green eyes are faintly illuminated by the glow of all the computer screens. He runs his hand across his stubbled jaw but keeps grinning at my stubbornness.

  “I … need a drink” I finally say and practically scurry out of the room, before the confined space really gets to me. Why am I making such a big deal about holding hands?

  This is all too strange. I breathe out deeply as I lean against the wall just outside the room, and rest my head back on the wall. When has Alek ever been even remotely nice to anyone I’ve ever been with, if he even ever got the chance to meet them that is. Carter obviously seems to have this charm about him that even has Alek wrapped around his finger.

  I hear Carter’s soft voice break the silence with a question I’m guessing I’m not supposed to hear. They probably think I’m in the kitchen, and not against the wall having a minor freak out just because he was holding my hand.

  “Has she always been this hard to get to know?”

  “She’s…difficult. She’s had a hard time letting people in easily, and she’s just a guarded person that’s all. Just don’t stop trying, and I’m sure you’ll crack through her hard exterior sooner or later” Alek chuckles.

  Since when has Alek been on team Carter? He’s supposed to scare them off, tell them all my grizzly tales, and make them run out of the house like their life depends on it – not this.

  “I mean I barely know her, but she’s making it kind of hard to even get an ounce of anything out of her, you know what I mean?”

  “You guys screwed yet?” Alek asks bluntly, and after a few seconds silence he laughs, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I quickly peek through the doorway and see Carter awkwardly rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, “That’s kind of on her, I tried to do the whole get to know you shit with her and she flat out told me it wasn’t going to be like that.”

  “Hey…if you’re still here after screwing her than you’re already ahead of everyone else that’s tried, believe me. It’s usually a onetime thing and then she disappears from your life.”

  Oh my god I can’t believe this…Alek is making me sound like a total slut!

  “Not to say she gets around a lot” Alek says awkwardly and laughs, back peddling from what he just said thankfully, “There’s just literally never been anyone she’s brought home to meet me, let’s just leave it at that before I say anything else to make her sound worse than she is.”

  They both chuckle and then it’s quiet as Alek clicks and types away at his computer. I silently tip toe down towards the kitchen, and then kick my shoes off once I’m there.

  “You guys want some Grey Goose?” I yell to them from the kitchen, as I grab some clean glasses from the rack and put them down on the counter a little too roughly. Then I squat down and rummage around in the pull out freezer for some ice and vodka.

  I hear a laugh, and then Alek ask “What’s funny?”

  “Of course she drinks Vodka” is Carters soft reply.

  “Yep, we’ll have some” Alek yells back to me as he laughs.

  I shake my head and chuck in some ice cubes and pour them both a drink, leaving them on the kitchen counter for them. I grab my glass and wander down to my room to put my gun away. I twist the lock on my safe and pull the door open, then slide my gun out of my front pocket and put it away.

  Just as I shut the safe door, I notice Carter walk over and lean against my door frame, so I stand up from my crouching position and lean against the opposite wall with my drink in my hand. We stand there looking at each other, saying nothing at all until finally he lifts his drink to his lips and says “na zdrowie” in salute, and gulps down his entire drink in one swig.

  “Zdrowie” I say in return, and do exactly the same thing, grinning at him as his eyes widen slightly. He licks his lips, and in that moment I kind of find myself wanting more from him. Without a moment’s hesitation I drop my empty glass on the floor, which is luckily carpet, and practically jump on him.

  He doesn’t miss the lustful look on my face, and he doesn’t even falter as he grabs hold of my legs as I wrap them around his waist. He takes a step forward and turns as he presses my back against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine. Our tongues tangling together, tasting, licking, as one of his hands skims the exposed skin on my stomach, while the other slides under my butt to hold me up better. He holds my weight easily, as if I weigh nothing more than a
feather, and for once it makes me feel almost fragile. Being around 5’8 in height I always seem to be eye level if not taller than most girls, and sometimes I envied most of them for being the cute, short girl, for being that vulnerable petite type of girl.

  His fingers gently slide against my skin as he moves his hand further up under my jumper, and finally reaches my breast, his arm managing to hold the jumper out of the way. He pulls my bra down and his lips make their way down my neck, my collarbone, and then finally reach my nipple. His lips are cold from the icy drink, and I find the cool sensation overly stimulating against my skin. He flicks my nipple with his tongue and finally puts his mouth over it, toying with it, and biting down a little with his teeth.

  I swear I see stars just from that alone and throw my head back with a soft groan, my head hitting the wall behind me with a quiet thud.