Page 24 of A Sinner's Saint

Vin reaches out and grabs my waist, pulling me down onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His arms wrap around me and his face buries into my neck. “I’m sorry I’m so fucked up,” he whispers.

I snake my arms over his shoulders and hold on to him as tight as I can. “You’re not fucked up to me, Vin. You’re perfect just the way you are,” I tell him.

Chapter Eleven

I’ve never brought a girl home before. Our house isn’t just where we live; it’s also where a lot of business gets done. And outsiders aren’t usually welcomed in too easily. There’s also the judgement and the questions that’ll be asked when someone comes here. The soldiers surrounding the place could be off-putting too, I guess.

I don’t know any differently. This is how I grew up. It’s how we’ll always live. Then there’s the fact that I’ve never wanted to bring anyone home. I want Cammi here, though. I watch for her reaction as I drive through the gates, where two soldiers with not-so-concealed weapons wave me through. I probably should have warned her, told her what to expect. Although, right now, she doesn’t seem too fazed.

“This is where you live?” Cammi asks, her eyes wide as she stares up the driveway.

“It’s just a house,” I tell her.

“That is not just a house, Vin. That’s a bloody mansion on steroids,” she says.

“Look, I probably should mention that my family… ah… Well, my brothers… shit. We have a lot of security around. Don’t be surprised if they want to search you. I won’t let anyone touch you, though. But they might ask. Just… don’t wander around without me.”

“Why do you look stressed? You don’t have to bring me here if you don’t want to. It’s okay. We can go back to my place,” Cammi offers.

“I want you here. I just don’t want you to freak out or anything,” I tell her.

“Okay. Don’t worry. I plan to stick by you all weekend. You’re going to have to peel me off come Monday morning.” Cammi smiles, and my heart literally skips a beat. Emotion clogs my throat. Fuck, I love seeing her smile. “Vin, take me to your bedroom,” she says.

I jump out of the car and walk around to the passenger side, getting there before she manages to get out. Holding the door open, I wait for her to step out of the way before closing it.

“You look like you’ve never taken a girl home before,” Cammi hums.

“That’s because I haven’t,” I tell her while glancing down at her hand. “Cammi?”

“Vin, I want you to hold my hand like you never want to let go of me.” She smiles.

“Thank you,” I say, taking her offered palm. I don’t know how she does it, but she just gets me. Sometimes I wonder if she’s in my head. But, fuck, that is the last place I’d want her to be. The only good thing up there is her.

I guide Cammi into the house. I take the back stairs that lead to the second story, managing to get her into my bedroom without any of my brothers noticing I’m home. I’m sure it won’t be long before Gio’s informed of our arrival. If the gate soldiers didn’t tell him, one of the three guys we passed while walking through the house will.

I close the bedroom door. Cammi lets go of my hand and steps farther into the room. “This is where you live? Seriously? I’d never want to leave.” She laughs.

“It’s just a house. We don’t even have most of the furniture yet, but it’s getting there,” I tell her, watching as she takes in my space.

“You have your own living room inside your bedroom, Vin. That’s insane,” she says, pointing to the black leather sofa in front of her and then to the large flat-screen television that’s mounted to the wall. “Also, why is it so clean? Did you forget that you’re a teenager or something?”

“We have cleaners.” I shrug. I don’t tell her that I actually keep my space clean myself. I like having everything in its place. I’ve always been that way. It makes me feel more in control of my environment.

“Fancy.” Cammi laughs. “So, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me, Vin?” She sits on the edge of my bed, and my cock hardens at the sight.

“What do you want me to do with you?” My buzz is gone, but I know I’m about to get the best fucking high. Just as soon as I get Cammi naked.

I wish I could be the kind of guy who takes what he wants. Who walks up and slams my lips on hers, tears the clothes from her body and sinks into her heat. I’m not that guy, though. I don’t think I could ever be that guy. Her consent, knowing she wants this just as much as I do, is a fucking turn-on to me. It also separates me from them.

“We could watch a movie. You do have a pretty big TV,” Cammi suggests.

“What do you want to watch?” I try my best to mask the fact that all I really want to do is sink into her. If she wants to watch a fucking movie, then that’s what we’ll do.

“Or… you could come over here and have your filthy way with me?” she says, raising her eyebrows.

“I’ll take option two.” I step towards her. “What exactly do you want, Cammi?”

“I want you. Naked,” she says. “I want to taste you.”

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