One Last Sin (The Sin Trilogy #3)(28)

She assesses him. "He's breathing and has a heartbeat."

A heartbeat is a tough one to pull off when you're heartless.

"We have to call 911 or whatever it's called here."

She's out of her mind. I'm not phoning anybody to help him. "The only person I'm calling is Sin."

I fetch my phone and dial my husband.

Ellison sits on the floor beside Abram. "Who is this man?"

"Abram Breckenridge. Sin's uncle. Jamie and Westlyn's father."

"Shit! Shit! Shit! I just shot Jamie and Westlyn's dad?"

Sin answers. "Hello, my sweet Bonny. Missing me?"

"We have a problem."

I recount the events for Sin. He's relieved to know I'm all right but I'm not positive he won't be on the next plane home so he can finish Abram off. He's livid.

"He's lying in the middle of our living room floor unconscious and bleeding. I don't know what to do."

"This mess isn't for you to fix. I'll call Jamie to come for him. I'll catch the next flight home so I can deal with this quickly."

"What will you do to him?"

"I have no choice. Allowing him to live is giving him another opportunity to try this again. He could be successful next time. I can't let that happen."





Chapter Fourteen





Sinclair Breckenridge




It's early morning, still pitch-black, when I arrive home from Dublin. Bleu stirs when I come into our bedroom and turns on the lamp. "Hey."

I go to her side of the bed and pull her into my arms. "Did he hurt you at all?"

She puts her arms around me and squeezes. "We're fine."

I hold her for a moment¸ breathing in her aroma. Peaches and cherry blossoms.

"I knew he hated you but I never suspected he was capable of this." Had I known, I would have already killed him myself.

"No one really knows the things a psychopath is capable of until they act."

"How was Jamie when he came for Abram?" I ask.

"A fucking mess. And Ellison is as bad." I'm sure she is. This isn't the life Bleu's sister is accustomed to. I'm certain she's never shot anyone before.

"Ellison saved you and our babies. I'll need to find a way to thank her for that."

Bleu tugs on my tie. "Take all of this off and get into bed with me."

I remove my suit and toss it over the chair in the corner before climbing in next to her. "Better?"

She turns off the lamp and scoots close. She puts her head on my chest and tosses her leg over mine. "Much."

I rub my hand up and down her arm. "The only reason I'm not at his place putting another bullet in him is because I wanted to come home to you first. I needed to see for myself that you were fine."

I move my hand to her belly. She's hit a growth spurt this month. Her bump feels like a cantaloupe under her skin. "How are the wee ones?"

"Both looked perfect today."

Not being with Bleu for the ultrasound was painful. It means I've missed another milestone. "Tell me about them. Have they grown much since the last scan?"

"I couldn't believe how much. They were so funny –  – butting heads already."

Sounds very much like Mitch and me. "Starting early."

"That's what Ellison said."

I have a gut feeling. "I think both are boys."

"What makes you say that?"



       
         
       
        

"Just a hunch. You aren't getting a feeling about it yet?" I thought mothers had some sort of special intuition.

"Nothing. Nada."

Savannah said she could tell us their genders on this scan. "You didn't sneak behind my back and find out?"

"Absolutely not."

I feel so guilty about not being with her. "I'm sorry I missed it. I really wanted to be there. I swear I'll try my damnedest to not let that happen again."

Her hands are on my shoulders, massaging tense muscle. "It's okay. I understand you have to be away on business. It's disappointing because I always want you with me but I'm not angry."

Bleu never gives me shit about anything. I don't deserve her. "I'm damn lucky to have such an understanding wife."

I rise and push her on to her back. I kiss the side of her neck as my hand roams the side of her body. "I don't like being away from you. I want to be close. Is that okay?"

"Always."

I move to untuck the covers from beneath the mattress at the foot of the bed and crawl up her body, kissing her legs as I move upward. I suck the skin of her inner thigh into my mouth. It makes a smacking sound when I release it. "Did you miss me?"

Her fingers are laced through my hair, her nails lightly scraping my scalp. "Terribly."

I move up so we're face to face and push her legs apart. They're soft and smooth. "Freshly shaved. I like."

I try to kiss her but she moves her mouth away, shaking her head. "I need to brush."

I grasp her chin, holding her face in place. "Don't care."

I press my lips to hers but she's obstinate, refusing to open. "Stubborn arse."

"Hard ass." She palms my cheeks, digging her fingertips into them.

I chuckle as I move my mouth over her jaw to her neck. I grasp the backs of her thighs to pull them up and apart. She locks her ankles behind my back and I'm completely encompassed by her legs. "I love feeling you wrapped around me."

I glide my fingers through her slit. Not as wet as I like but I can fix that.

"Do you think it's safe to use the small vibrator?"

"Don't know why not as long as you don't put it inside."

I want three things: to make her forget the night's event, get her drenching wet, and give her a magnificent orgasm. "Let's play with it."

I fetch her bullet from the top drawer of my nightstand. I turn on the switch and use the orb to tease her outer lips. I can't see her because we're in the dark but I hear slow, deep breaths –  – the first sign I'm successfully warming her up. 

I press the vibrator to her entrance. Her breath becomes louder. I slowly drag it up and down her slit. In no time at all, she's slick and prepared to have me slide inside her.

I position my tip at her entrance. I glide it through the moisture there, getting it slick, before thrusting into her. Once I'm inside, I press the orb against her clit above our union  . She spreads her legs wide and pumps her hips upward meeting me stroke for stroke.

This little vibrator is powerful stuff. It's stimulating as hell, even for me.

"Ohh  …  shit."

I love hearing her say that. "That good, huh?"

"Oh  …  yeah. It's that good."

I thrust in and out while holding the bullet against her clit. "I missed you so much while I was gone."

She reaches for my face and pulls me down for a kiss. Still no tongue. "I missed you too. I hate being in our bed alone."

I move slowly, mindful of the hard bulge of her belly pressing against my abdomen. The vibration of the bullet intensifies as I allow more of my body weight to press against her. She squeezes her legs around me hard. "Shit. I'm already coming."

She tenses, holding me hard against her. She comes around me. An internal force grips my cock, milking it for everything it has. It's my undoing every time.

When I'm completely emptied and satiated, I roll next to her. I find her hand and bring it to my mouth for a kiss. "That was great. Quick, but still great."

"I can't help it. Everything down there is so sensitive right now. It's like dynamite ready to detonate with one touch."

"I'm not complaining."

We get quiet. I'm relaxed, my eyes shut. It feels like only a frayed thread connects me and consciousness.

Great sex is the best kind of sleeping pill.

I'm in that realm just before you drift into sleep when my phone rings. I'd love to ignore it, but such is not a luxury I'm blessed with.

It's Dad.

"I'm with Abram. He's asking for you and Bleu."

That gets my attention.

He comes to my house to kill my wife and then asks that we visit him? He's out of his mind. "You have to be fucking kidding me."

"Not at all."

I want to see him too. I'm anxious to tell him he's going to die. And not quickly. "We're on our way."

Bleu isn't keen about going to see Abram. I tell her she doesn't have to, but she's like me. She's curious to learn what the devil wants from us.

When we enter Abram's bedroom. He's lying in a massive four-poster bed covered in luxurious linens worthy of a king. He's surrounded by those who love him –  – Torrie, Jamie, Evanna, and Westlyn.

It's difficult for me to believe I once loved him as well. But no more. I have nothing but hatred for him.

"Leave us," he tells his immediate family. "I have things to discuss with Thane, Sinclair, and Bleu."

His first words are for Bleu. "You could've killed me while I was lying on your living room floor. But you didn't. I think that's because you're Fellowship loyal."

Bleu smirks. "You're highly overestimating my character."

"You may have gone against your better judgment but you still called Jamie to help me. That means I owe you my life."

He's trying to smooth this over. "A life you won't be clinging to for much longer because you've given me no choice. Yours is the ultimate betrayal and there will be no other. You are a threat to my family and I have every right to end your life according to Fellowship code."