Sinclair
"Hmmm," soft butterfly kisses peppered her face, making her smile. She stretched languorously on the cloudlike mattress, the deep maroon satin sheet sliding down her naked body. -Wait. Naked?- Sinclair blushed deeply. The memory of what transpired after Nicholas's confession made known. She trusted him. He also trusted her in every aspect of his life. Her hero with a heart of gold.
"Wake up, sweetheart. I have brought us a late breakfast." Her lover murmured on her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Clutching him closer, she tried to pull him down. He shook his head and chuckled huskily. "Later, I promise. You have to get up. We are going somewhere."
"Where? I have classes, baby." She mumbled sleepily. The clean, masculine scent hovering above her was pulling her back to the dream world. Without warning, he hefted her in his arms, blankets tangled on her body, he effortlessly carried her to the pr
NicholasThe last time he had attended such an event, he was fresh out of Cambridge at twenty-one. He was deployed to a military training camp the next day. His first tour in Afghanistan came six months later. His life had drastically changed by then.He was not expecting his mother tonight nor his sisters, though he wished they were attending to take Sinclair under their wings. Just as well, he was here and he would not be leaving her side. He glanced down at the beauty tucked to him. He couldn't believe he was this lucky. Love and passion. All his.His actions, showing his affection for Sinclair was unconventional in his world; like he gave a fuck. This was the main reason he would never fall for arranged marriages amongst the nobility. He wanted the real thing and he found it with his sweetheart.Climbing the stairs of Lady Morgan's beach mansion, his lips lifted imagining the baroness's surprise
Sinclair All she felt was they were moving. His heat surrounded her while he carried her to their bedroom. She didn't even know she had fallen asleep. Oblivious to anything else after she fainted. She was crying quietly. Not for the pain the bitch had inflicted but for the evening she had ruined. To add icing to the cake, her mother was married to the lecher, Lord Tanning. After the confrontation, with Nicholas by her side, shielding her, he asked for recompense from the woman who laid a hand to his Sinclair. To say he was pissed off was an understatement. Rage radiated through him. One she had never witness before. He threatened to call the constable if an acceptable explanation was not given. Her mother, fearing him, could only stare at the scene she had created, speechless. Lord Tanning defended his wife, spewing lies as if he was there as a witness. Cl
Nicholas After dropping off Sinclair at Uni, promising he would be back to pick her up after her two classes, he called EJ to let him know what he needed. He left two of their bodyguards with her despite the pout on her lips. When it comes to her safety, he wouldn't give in no matter how cute she looked at that moment. Entering the first-class private hospital owned by him and his fellow club members, he ignored the interested glances he was receiving from the female staff at the lobby, going straight to the elevators that would lead him to the executive floors where they usually have their business discussions. He nodded to Nora, the baron's secretary, and let himself in into EJ's office. Used to his unannounced visits, the doctor raised his brows blandly and smirked. "How is she, Redington?" Huntley asked from behind his desk. His pen tapping his blotter. "She
Sinclair "My brother is so lucky to have you," Therese said. Her eyes shining with excitement. They were currently folding and arranging the children's new clothes on assigned cabinets. Louise and Ingrid, Nicholas's youngest sister, were in the kitchen, helping the maids prepare lunch for at least fifty residents. Sinclair was enamored of the place. Complete with amenities, a schoolroom, nurses, and doctors, the children were wont for anything. They heard squealing and giggling at the playground and they both smiled. "I'm the lucky one." Sin answered. Her cheeks tinted with a blush. "Yes, you are." She teased. "But seriously, I have never seen my brother so happy. He had been so restless since his final deployment. He had to resign his commission when we found out dad had terminal cancer. For some reason, his friends followed him home. Thick as thieves as ever." Her voice was wist
Nicholas Dressed as they were, no one would mistake them other than what they represented. Two outside, sprawled on the dirt, hair a mess, shirts, and pants had seen better days, caps lowered on their faces, people's lips curled in disgust from the smell, making a beeline to avoid being close from their drunken form. Not one noticed their sharp gazes, one bright blue, the other forest green, observing, taking notes of the comings and goings of the shady bar's patrons. The place where he was supposed to meet an informant was not the usual drinking establishment he frequented. Here, the unsavory converged with the corrupt. The women prowling, mostly sex workers infected with STDs. Some would try to sell their children with just a packet of cocaine. The buyers were the targets for the night. The club wanted to know wh
Sinclair Monday was quite a challenge. She had two major classes she needed to attend physically at the campus. Advance Trigonometry and Calculus. Both had Paul on them. She dreaded the confrontation. She was flanked by her bodyguards but they wouldn't be able to follow her inside the lecture theater. Plus Nicholas's absence had affected her. She missed him a lot, had tossed and turned on their bed for two nights, exhausting her body and brain from thinking of him. "It's alright, Rick," she addressed the head of security trailing her. Most students gave her a wide berth. Gossip whispers, like the wind on leaves, fluttered around her when she passed by. Soft brown eyes trained on the ground, she ignored them all. She didn't give a fuck anymore. This was her life and she was loving it. "We will be right outside if you need us." He assured her, however, one of the men swept the room before she entered
Nicholas A night to remember. Of the bad kind. He had been fucking complacent. He should have known better. Because of his stupidity, he had to watch the nurse while she cleaned Sinclair's deep scratches. His jaw ticking. Whoever targeted them was an amateur. Thank god or this would have been a different story. The thought of losing Sinclair...He began to pace, coiled, he felt like prowling the city until he found the enemy. Only the immediate need of protecting the love of his life made him pause. He needed to get her home, tucked her into their bed before he could do all those things. The club had been roused from their sleep, to do what they do best. Investigating, scouting the perimeter for him. An attack on the viscount and his lady was an attack on them all. "I have to clean your wounds, Redington." Huntley entered the private area in his doctor's white coat. Since Nicholas had a
Mature Content 18+Sinclair"Nicholas," she murmured, her voice raspy. Sinclair had felt him join her in bed around five in the morning. Without saying anything, she rolled to his side, welcoming him, promptly falling back to sleep clinging to his hard body. "Where are we going?""I have prepared a bath for us, sweet." He answered while he carried her to a marbled tub filled with bubbles and rose petals. Sinking in the warm water with her in his arms, she sighed. The tension and worry from yesterday slipping away."This is a good way to wake up," her face nuzzling his hard naked chest, letting him tend to her. He washed her body slowly. Almost reverently. She tried to reciprocate but he only pulled her astride of him, her thighs around his hips.After a moment, she gazed up at him. He kissed her in response."I want to spend th