Sin (The Waite Family) (13 page)

“Could this get any worse?
Do you think maybe, I don’t know
,
you could go one whole day without making an utter fool of yourself?”
She got out of the car.
“I’m guessing not
,
”
she said
as she noticed the keys still in the ignition and the tab down in the lock
ed
position on the door.

Dinner was fun. She was
extremely
glad she’d decided to go.
They
had just ordered when Dane turned to her with a smile.

“So, how was it? Was it as good as you look like it was?”
Sin looked at her
,
confused.
“
The
kiss. It was the first time he kissed you, right?”

“Kiss? Who kissed you?
Oh my
G
od, that guy…Coop?
He kissed you?
Way awesome.
Go give it up
,
girl
. W
as it good or what?
I bet he’s a Dom too.
I can tell.
Byron said so too.”
Taylor crunched a breadstick as she finished.
“I’ll make sure you guys have an invite to the club. It’s a lot of fun and you can have all the freebies you want.
I’ll tell Byron to set it up for you.”

“W
hoa,
girl, I’m not sleeping with…Dom? Byron is a…?
Then you’re his…? Well
,
fuck me.”
Sin just looked at both women as they burst out laughing.

“No
,
dear, that’s for Coop to do.
And yes, I’m Bryon’s sub to his Dom.
We actually met that way. He owns and operates several clubs called Tightly Bound.
Have you heard of them?”

Sin picked up her glass of tea and drained it.
“No.
But I don’t do that. I mean
,
it’s okay and all
,
but Coop, Mr. Cooper
,
and I aren’t lovers. He just kissed me for my birthday.”

“It’s your birthday? Why didn’t you say
something?
We could have had a big party for you. I love throwing parties. You and Coop will have to come to…what is it
,
dear?
What’s wrong?
”
Dane patted her on the arm.
“Ah
,
those.
Let me tell you firsthand, men who love you don’t notice the scars.
They
just love you.”

“You’re scary, you know that
?
Besides
,
I’m a tad
too
old for parties. I was really surprised when
Gracie
sent me this dress. She said it’s one of hers.
I love it.
Of course
it
would fit because we’re
sisters
and all
,
but…now what did I say?”

“You’re related
to Grace Anne?
Grace Anne the designer?
Holy shit.
You have to let me meet her.
I love her things. I have two of her dresses in my closest at home.
”
Taylor blushed.
“I know, I’m gushing
,
but since I’ve married Byron I find I love sexy thing
s
against my skin.
He does too.”

Sin looked at both the women. She simply couldn’t help it, she
starting
laughing.
“When we were kids
Gracie
would dress up our
neighbor’s
cat. She told me that she was
going
to be famous someday and that women all over the world would be talking about her dresses over champagne and carrots.
We didn’t have a clue what
caviar
was so she said carrots.
You have to tell her.” Sin dug out her phone and dial
ed
.
“
She’ll love that you love her stuff and all
.”

They
spent the next twenty minutes with
Gracie
on speaker phone
then finished their dinner
. Sin couldn’t remember a more enjoyable night, especially on her birthday.
When they departed they had decided to make thi
s a weekly thing and
to invite Margaret Parker
,
the older women’s moth
er-in-law
, and the other girls,
Morgan,
Ronnie
,
and Cait
—
the other Grant women.

She drove
home after calling the car service to get her keys unlocked from the car
,
knowing she had made some good friends, women friends
,
something she didn’t seem to have any of.
Going into the house she went to the basement without checking the house out. She didn’t have the energy to deal with Mr. Cooper and his kiss right now.
After checking for unfriendl
ies
she went to her cot
,
curled into a tight ball
,
and fell asleep.
She had a doctor’s appointment late tomorrow and wanted to get in a good run before then.

~Chapter 8~

Coop was in the kitchen when she came in.
When
she stopped suddenly and stared at him and the gift on the table he knew she’d not ignored it like he’d thought
,
but had simply not seen it.
He was both relieved and annoyed.
And he couldn’t figure out either emotion.

“You have a party to go to this morning
,
Mr. Cooper?
Seems a bit of an odd time, but I don’t know that much about things in the States anymore.”
She opened the refrigerator and leaned down to get her tea.

“
Sydney, I’ve had my tongue down your throat and your body pressed intimately against mine
. D
o you think you can dispense with the ‘Mr.’ part and call me Coop
,
or even by my first name Payton?
The gift is for you.
I’m sorry
,
I didn’t know it was your birthday.”
Coop wanted to pull her body close to his again and tangle with her mouth in the wors
t
way.
“Did you have a nice time last night?”

She sat across from him and played with the ribbon on the package without looking at him. “When I was seven years old my father got me a gift. It was the only one I ever received
from
him. It was even wrapped.
My sister Lizzy, my twin
,
got one as well.
” She looked up at him then.
“It was a drill.
Not a cheap one, but one that costs a small fortune today.
Lizzy got a tool box.
This is the first present that I’ve ever received that was wrapped since then.”

“Sydney, I’m sorry
,
honey. I didn’t know. Here
,
let me take this off.” When he reached for it
,
she grabbed his hand.

“Don’t.
I’m sorry. I don’t…I have no idea why I told you that. I hadn’t…would you mind if I didn’t open it right now?
I want to go on a run and I’m not in a place where I can appreciate this right now.”
She stood up and looked down at him.
“You can’t kiss me anymore either.
It was really nice, great
,
but Richard asked me to marry him and I said yes.”

“Why?
You don’t love him.
Actually, I thought he was gay when I sort of met him the other week.”
Coop stood up and she backed up. He moved toward her again.

“He is. I mean, no.
He is
,
but he doesn’t want his mommy to—could you please back up? Why are you forever trying to back me into things? It’s very annoying.”
She bumped against the
refrigerator and pressed her hands against his chest. “You have to back off. Now, Mr. Cooper.”

“I do it so I can do this.”
He cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his.

There was no resistance even though he
expect
ed
it
. Nor
did she hesitate in opening beneath him.
Her
mouth was cool from the tea
,
but warmed immediately under his tongue.
She tasted of mint and of her.
He wanted her in the most carnal sense.
Beneath him, over him, around him
,
any of those ways, all of them.
Sliding his hand up her ribs he felt her breath catch and he brushed his hand over the tip of her breast
;
her nipple rubbed against his palm.
When she arched into his hand he reached down and pulled her shirt up
. H
e needed to taste her flesh and could think of nothing
but
that.
When her lacy
,
covered
breast was exposed he pulled his mouth from hers and laved the black lace with his tongue then bit.

“Payton, please.”
He didn’t care what
s
he wanted
,
he was willing to give it to her.
Moving the bra down with his thumb
he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled.
Her fingers at the back of his head made his cock burn with need. Rocking into her
,
they both moaned and he reached between her legs and felt her heat.