Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)(25)

But I’m not really seeing the quaint little vistas, because my mind is firmly on her.

Eva.

Sweet, innocent, untouched, Eva.

There’s a part of me that feels like a total predator, being even more turned on by the information that’s just come to light, but I ignore that part of me. The fact that no other guy in the world has laid their hands on her is weirdly…hot.

It’s weirdly intriguing.

She wants me to teach her.

Fucking hell.

I groan as my hand drops to my jeans, feeling the thick bulge there as I take another swig of whiskey.

Guess I should come up with a lesson plan.

I grin wickedly at the thought. Shit, I wonder if she’ll dress up in pleated skirts and knee highs for me.

Probably not.

I’d probably rip them off anyways.

Sweet, innocent Eva Ellis, offering to sell her silence in exchange for sex lessons.

I shake my head. Don’t get ahead of yourself, idiot. She doesn’t mean the hands-on kind, she means asking questions about shit she doesn’t know about — somehow, despite being twenty-one fucking years old. And her questions about carnal knowledge aren’t for me, they’re for some other jerk-off. Some other jackass that’s going to be the one to taste her for the first time.

Motherfucker.

The thought sours in my head, but it’s quickly overpowered by my previous ones of her.

She wants me to teach her.

I know it doesn’t mean what I want it to mean, but the thought of getting her to say words like cock or pussy brings a wicked grin to my face. And the thought of walking her through, I don’t know, giving head or something — even if it’s hands-off — is, well, hot.

It’s really hot.

My zipper falls open as I stumble back onto my couch. I groan as my hand wraps around my cock, and I drop my head back as I slowly stroke it.

Forget the act of sex itself, I’m betting little Miss Gospel hasn’t even seen a cock before. I growl, imagining her wrapping her hand around mine. I imagine taking those lips, kissing her like I want to and like she’s never been kissed before. I imagine her sweet moans, the furtive licks of her tongue on me, her sweet lips parting and her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me in for the first time.

Holy fucking hell.

Here I am fantasizing about the preacher’s daughter.

I’m sitting here jerking my cock thinking about the preacher’s virgin daughter.

I am so going to hell for this.

And I so don’t care.

By the time I’m imagining her sinking down on my cock, my hands on her ass and her hands clawing at my skin as I claim her for the first time, I groan, grabbing a tissue and grunting as the cum erupts out of me.

I lay back, panting, grabbing my glass and taking a final sip of whiskey.

Yeah, I’m totally going to hell.

It’s totally worth it.



I’m sipping coffee, not beer, the next morning as I pull into the parking lot next to the big old factory building that will be the outreach center. I take a deep breath behind the wheel of Dad’s truck, centering myself.

I need to get ahold of this shit. I need to focus on the stuff that needs focusing on. The bar, the business, not going under, paying Rich back, and showing my dad I’m not a total deadbeat by helping with his project.

Things I don’t need to focus on?

Evangeline Ellis and her insanely tempting virginity.

Forget it. The deal last night was a bust. I said yes to something I’ve got no business sticking my nose into.

Teach her?

Fucking hell. No. That’s trouble I do not need, that’s for sure.

I congratulate myself on a good strong pep-talk as I open the door and jump out of the truck.

Settled that nicely.

I sigh deeply and shake my head before I grab the coffee and donuts I picked up on the way over for some of the construction crew. It’s early, but the place is already crawling with volunteers, builders, contractors, and just people stopping by to lend a hand. I dodge past some volunteers, wave to some people I know, and I’m weaving towards the main volunteer tent when I see her.

I see Eva.

And the whole night comes rushing back.

“Will you teach me?”

Jesus.

She looks up, and our eyes meet. She smiles and waves cheerily, and I wave back, like I’m being friendly.

…Not like I’m imagining teaching her how to get on her knees, or how to scream into a pillow as I fuck her from behind.

Shit.

This is no good.

I dodge past a crew of guys unloading bags of cement from the back of a flatbed, waving at a couple I know from the bar.

“You bring a keg?”

I raise up the big box of coffee I picked up at Dunkin’ Donuts. “Yeah, black and caffeinated.”

The guys groan but drop their shit to come over anyways.

“It’ll work.” Harry, one of my regulars, snorts.