Garden of Sins

Instead, I feel you push deeper into me, lifting my leg a little, and a loud groan escaping me. Fuck.

I grab your neck with one hand and turn my head to kiss you. Our lips crash together and your next moan flows right into my mouth. I tremble and feel the orgasm unexpectedly grab me. Coming with you is a thing in itself and could be addictive. Okay, it already has me hooked.

You emit a hoarse growl as my heart races and I contract tightly around you. Undeterred, you push further into me and my choppy breath leaves my nose as I groan in agony as this orgasm spreads to my tiptoes.

Once again, you thrust into me as far as you can and I gasp. Then you come. I feel it and I kiss you deeply, my tongue ru

Your fingers drill into my skin as I shiver once more and then slow down the kiss. You adapt to the strokes of my tongue as I feel your masculine body relax. I also relax and stop the kiss.

This is how I wake up every day.

How am I supposed to run away?

Have you ever slept with yourself? You’re incredible, Carter.

You gently lower my leg and glide your fingertips over my side. I blink up at you in a daze.

“What have you done to me?” you ask harshly as goose bumps trail your touches.

I would like to ask you the same. How can I fall in love with someone whose last name I don’t even know? Who could come from anywhere? But that’s it, I don’t care. I only care about who is behind this perfect shell and not what the name is. Names are only names.

You brush a few strands off my face. I love it when you touch me like that, even when it makes your forehead crinkle as it does now.

I whisper breathlessly, “What is it?” and smooth out the wrinkle between your perfectly shaped brows. You have a beard again. I like that you are not always clean-shaven. You are so imperfect. That is so attractive to me because, in my world, everyone is perfect and perfect slowly bores me. I can’t take it anymore: the perfect faces, the perfect hair, the expensive perfect clothes, the perfect ma

“I’m not really like that,” you state a bit suspiciously now and I have to laugh.

“What do you mean?”

“All this shit...” You brush my hair behind my ear.

“What shit?” I’m confused. I’m not a person who gets confused easily, but everything you do with me and how I feel about it irritates me.

“This couples’ shit: holding hands, cuddling, caressing...” You wave your hand and I smile at you. I noticed you have commitment issues, Carter.

“Don’t worry, we’re not a couple,” I reassure you. “We’re merely on a little vacation on the outskirts of town.” I know I have to reassure you about that every now and then. You’re not a man who wants to commit. It causes you to panic. Not me, I’m not afraid of commitment, not with the right man. You feel so right, Carter. It’s also irritating because I actually already have my right one. Had. Lost. Let go. No idea. Whatever.

Now you’re here and everything else fades away. It becomes almost imperceptible next to you.

You nod over my words and seem a little calmer again, which makes me laugh. “You haven’t had a committed relationship yet, have you?” I guess and you pull away from me.

“No,” you answer as I fix my shirt and sit up. I pull out the gummy worms. I love green gummy worms. You hate them because the crumbly sugar always lands on the mattress and we roll around on it. You roll your eyes and fall onto your back. I turn to you, pull my legs into a cross-legged position, and put one of the gummies between my teeth.

Your tattooed arm lies across your forehead and with your turquoise eyes, you give me a gloomy look from underneath. You are so beautiful. Have you ever noticed how many muscles you have? Carter, you have muscles in places I never knew you could have muscles, and yet, they are not overly developed, but clearly defined.

“No relationship.” I bite down.

“Not exactly,” you reply thoughtfully.

“Not exactly means...” I use the back of my hand to wipe the sugar from my lips. I want to get to know you even though I know that’s not good. I know I shouldn’t probe too deep. I know this will end soon. I feel it. I’m getting more and more restless and paranoid. I should be cautiously crossing the city limits and getting out of Chicago because now there are not many corners left where they haven’t searched for me.

You stare at me for a few seconds before you apparently make a decision. “I have a twin brother.”

I’m surprised because you haven’t said a word about this brother. “Okay,” I reply while chewing.

“And we share...everything. That is, even the women... he chooses. He has a relationship with them, I fuck them.” I’m trying to figure this out. It sounds like... I don’t know…an open relationship?

“So, you are always in a kind of love triangle?” I conclude. They supposedly exist. But then anything goes.

“Yes, but the women don’t know it. I pretend to be him.” You prop yourself up on your elbows and fish for your cigarette pack. Meanwhile, I choke on my gummy, so I have to cough, and you give me that you-see look.

Okay, that’s a bit psycho, Carter. I mean, I am not easily shocked after everything I’ve seen and heard, witnessed, or was told about.

But it...it tops my top ten shocking, crazy stories.

“That means you fuck a woman and she assumes it’s your brother because she trusts him,” I gasp in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“That is...shitty,” I exclaim. I think about what it would be like for me if the person I love convinced me into trusting him and then someone else touched me without me knowing it wasn’t him. That is really...

“You shouldn’t do that,” I reply with a wrinkled forehead. It is wrong. There are right things and there are wrong things. You between my legs is right, the way you manipulate a woman and pretend to be someone else is not.

“I won’t be doing it anymore. That is why I am here. It all went a bit wrong.”

The puzzle is slowly forming in my head and I nod in understanding. “One of you fell in love and she found out?” I guess.

“First, I thought I fell in love with one – Melissa – then my brother fell in love with the other – Alayna – and in the end, Melissa blew my brother and everything disintegrated.”

Spellbound, I nod with my eyebrows raised as I bite into my gummy. Seeing that the box is empty, you toss it on the floor. “Wow and I thought my life was exciting,” I murmur drily. “And what about your brother and Alayna? And Melissa?” I’m a little confused, but it can be sorted out.

“I left Melissa at a rest stop on the highway, so I have no idea what happened to that bitch.” That’s lovely, Carter. “I almost beat my brother to death and then I ran away. I have no idea what happened to him. And Alayna is probably doing Alayna shit.” That’s what confuses me the most right now. What is Alayna shit?

“You almost beat your brother to death?” My eyes widen. You grimace as remorse flashes through your turquoise eyes. I don’t like that at all, so I put the gummy worms away and slide onto your lap.

Immediately, you put your hand on my thigh, the other one, you place behind your head.

“Okay, you must have been angry,” I say. “And when you’re mad, you do things.”

“Not that, I shouldn’t have done that.” Your voice is hoarse and I lean forward, the gold cross I’m wearing caressing your chest. I stop with my lips over yours.