SIN
A phone vibrates, earning Sinclair's attention, but I don't stop as he stretches to collect it; a smirk spread to his face as he takes in whatever is before his screen.
"It's your brother. " He says, turning the mobile to my view, and I suck in a breath as I watch Sinclair answer the call, glueing the device to his ear.
"Hey, dude. " What a fucking sly bastard. I can't believe he picked.
"Keep riding me, Little Greene. " Sinclair whispers, pulling the phone from his ear, and I'm drawn back to the pleasure that rips through me as I chase after my orgasm.
"Oh, " I moan lowly, pressing a hand against my mouth.