Garden of Sins

3. What was that, Caden?

Alayna

I sit in the back seat of Carter’s BMW, which is so old it is a classic. He has lowered the top and my hair whips around my face in the wind.

You, Caden, sit next to him and I stare alternately between one pair of eyes and the other because you both are watching me.

Carter through the rearview mirror.

You stare at me through the mirror on the sun visor and your gaze alone makes everything inside me tingle, Caden Rush. You have the same eyes, but different looks. Yours are observant, patient, and alert. Plus, they are so penetrating. They see right through me, piercing all the walls and layers, through every mask I wear. Carter’s, on the other hand, are suggestive and quite provocative. He also always seems a bit a

I feel insecure when you look at me in this ma

We travel to your family in two cars. Mason, Emilia, and Ava are in front of us. Mason will not let Carter pass and he continues to push Mason’s white Mustang all the while cursing to himself.

Carter is always so unrestrained. So unlike you. He wears a black, tight-fitting V-neck shirt and I let my gaze wander over to him.

I have never had much to do with him. He is always the fucked up brother who doesn’t even say hello to me and shows me nothing but contempt. Sometimes, when he briefly grazes me as I pass, when he catches my arm, when I stumble, or when he speaks to me in that special, rough voice, it’s somehow familiar, as if he has already touched me a thousand times...

But that ca

Through the rearview mirror, Carter stares at me. His eyes betray that he is still stoned or stoned again. You never know with him. He can hardly keep them open. Feeling caught, I look away quickly as I brush my hair out of my face. It’s a bit strange to look at him for too long.

I slide my butt forward because I am not buckled in since neither of you demanded it. My fingers find their way to the back of your neck. I love to touch you and would love to do it all day long. You wear a light gray shirt that snuggly hugs your pronounced biceps and stands out against your tan skin. It’s almost creepy how similar you look. There is no difference. Not even the tattoos. You both have tan skin, definitely inherited from both parents. I have never seen such an attractive family. To be honest, it was a bit intimidating at first because my family is anything but perfect. It is not even intact. But I don’t want to think about that now. I’m always happy when I can be with you instead of at home. You’re my safe haven, Caden, and I don’t believe you even have a clue how I feel about you.

I watch you, as I often do. It gives me peace of mind. You always seem relaxed, which is more than I can say for your father or Carter. Nevertheless, I imagine it’s not so relaxed in your head. In the minds of extremely intelligent people like you, it is usually angry and restless.

Now I’m curious to see what the rest of your family is like. I do not have a big family. My parents live nearby and I have no brothers or sisters. At least, not anymore. But I do not want to think about that now either. At the moment, I would do anything not to have to go home. I only live there because I don’t have the money to cover the cost of the dormitory on campus. Financing this degree is hard enough, even with two jobs. On weekends, I waitress at a club in the evenings and during the week, I work in a cafe if necessary. So, I barely manage to make ends meet. Right now, I have a week’s vacation before I have to return to work.

But I don’t want to think about that now either.

You take my hand and kiss my knuckles. I love it when you do that. You can be such a gentleman and sometimes, I wonder what I did to deserve you. As always, you make me breathless when you look at me like that and it tingles inside me as your gaze darkens in the mirror.

A little shaky, as I always get because of you, I lean back.

You turn your head over your shoulder and the corner of your mouth twitches upwards, which is a bit hot, Caden. Have you looked at yourself? You’re so beautiful.

Then, you stretch your tattooed left arm back and place your big hand on my exposed knee. A surge of electricity shoots through my entire body — as it always does when you touch me.

Lifting my gaze briefly, Carter glances at the rearview mirror where I see his eyes sparkle, making me frown. I know that sparkle. But I probably know it from you.

I grow a bit warmer when I feel your hand on my skin and my throat dries up. My vision becomes a little blurred as you stroke further up and I am irritated because desire is coursing through my body. I mean, I always feel desire when you touch me like this, but now you are doing it in front of your brother and that confuses me.

I feel your hand, which suddenly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, pushes my knees apart with two fingers. You always control and direct me with the smallest, simplest touch. I love that. But I know it could also be my undoing and you could be dangerous.

Even though Carter is there, I’m unable to protest. My body tingles and everything in me is focused on you, as always. I manage to block Carter out for the moment because my heartbeat is completely overwhelming me as I concentrate on other things: your look, your fingers, images popping up in my head of the two of us.

Then you run these two fingers along my i

Once again, I consider telling you to stop, but your gaze stops me. That and your fingers. I have never experienced anything as intense as your touch, even if it is only your fingertips. It’s as if your hands are magic. They are addictive. You are addictive. Like heroin.

My breathing quickens a bit and pleasure mixes with the doubts I still have about Carter’s presence.

Why don’t I stop you when you push my panties to the side under my dark green dress and slowly and pleasurably stroke me with two fingers? I see exactly how you clench your jaw as desire intensely flows through me.

I exhale shakily, letting my head fall back. God, why do you feel so good? When I glance in the rearview mirror again, I realize Carter is watching me. Again, it briefly bothers me until you glide over my pleasure point.

That’s why I groan; I can’t hold back any longer and press my pelvis towards you. You push two fingers inside me and I jerk forward, my fingers clasping your arm as the wind whips around my ears. Panting, I search your gaze. You grin shamelessly at me and desire dances through your eyes. You are such a hot devil. I have now completely forgotten that we are not alone and even if we were standing at a busy intersection, I probably wouldn’t notice. Only you can do that.