Shelter Harbor: Sinner Part 22

Rowan shrugs, his arms crossing over his chest. "Because it tells me I'm doing something to shake up that perfect little construct you've got built up inside your little world. And angel?" He leans close and my breath catches in my throat. "Trust me when I say you need to get shaken up."

"You-" I swallow quickly. "You're too close."

"Am I?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Too close like last night?"

My eyes drag up to his. "That was a mistake."

"Sure about that?"

I don't answer.

"I think kissing is probably something we should cover in the lessons."

The lessons.

The thought makes my cheeks burn even hotter.

Rowan growls as his eyes move over my face. "There it is," he murmurs.

"I'm just hot, that's all," I mumble.

"I like making you hot."

"You're no- oh!"

His hand lands on my waist, and I gasp.

I also don't make any sort of move.

"How about now."

I shake my head. "No."

The hand slides over my hip to the small of my back, and my heart hammers in my chest.

"Now?"

"Stop it," I whisper without meaning it one bit.

"Stop what."

"You can't-" I shiver under his touch. "You can't do that."

"Do what," he murmurs into my ear.

I gasp. Literally, I gasp out loud.

"I want you to stop it," I say lamely.

"You know lying is a sin, angel."

"So is l.u.s.t."

"You saying you're feeling l.u.s.t right now?"

Bite my lip. "No, I- no."

My head is spinning, and I'm letting him pull me closer. My hands move to his chest, and I shiver as my wide eyes drag up to his.

"We can't do this," I whisper.

"Nothing wrong with me teaching you, right?"

I wet my lips, looking up at him. "And what are you teaching me today?"

"This."

His lips crush against mine, and I moan as I melt into them.

Hard.

He pushes us back against the bathroom door, and I gasp as I feel him press against me. His lips sear to mine, my hands tighten on his t-shirt, and I'm lost in that kiss.

Lost, until my senses come roaring back.

Lost, until the moment shatters as the sharp reality of what I'm doing crashes into me.

I shove him back, and my eyes are wild as I stare at him, my fingers coming up to brush my lips as if unable to process what we've just done.

"No," I whisper, shaking my head. I wag a finger at him, "no, that- we-"

"Eva."

"Leave me alone, Rowan," I hiss, before turning on my heel and running back to the kitchen.

My hands are shaking, and I almost burn myself on the saucepan pouring it into the serving bowl. I take a second, taking deep breaths, trying to will the heat from my face before I round the corner back to the dining room.

"Sorry! I had to find your serving dishes!"

Lying.

Another sin.

Another notch on my road to h.e.l.l.

"Oh, you should have hollered, honey!" Irene smiles as I put the serving dish down, trying somehow to avoid all eight pairs of eyes in the room as I take a seat.

Rowan comes back a minute later, his phone in his hand.

"Sorry, bar stuff."

"Everything okay?" Jacob asks.

"Totally." He flashes the table an easy, quick smile before landing on me, and holding there. "Totally good."

I fastidiously study my couscous.

"Just one big misunderstanding."

Rowan doesn't stay for coffee, or for the cannoli's he brought over - which are amazing. Instead, he ducks out after giving his mom a quick kiss, but not before one last lingering, smoldering, smirking look at me from the doorway.

The sound of his motorcycle drowns down the street as I quietly eat the dessert, my heart still pounding and my lips still bruised.

He's sweet, sweet, sinful temptation.

And I'm falling.

Chapter Sixteen.

Rowan

"Thanks," I mumble, slamming the door to Silas's pickup shut as he hands me a cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee.

"You know the way to my heart."

He laughs, shifting the beat up old pickup into drive before flipping me off. I gratefully sip the black brew, letting it scald the inside of my mouth just enough to chase the demons from the night before away.

"You look like s.h.i.t, you know."

I snort into the coffee, bringing my hand up to run my fingers through my mop of hair.

"Yeah, well, busy night."

"What was her name?"

"His name was Jack Daniels, and he was not nice."

Silas laughs, shaking his head. "Look, you're the guy who owns a bar, but popular opinion would be that you're supposed to sell the booze, not drink it."

I groan. "Another f.u.c.kin' bachelorette party. Had to keep the atmosphere going."

Silas rolls his eyes.

"Oh, like you don't miss being single, out there sowing your oats?" I quickly look at him. "Wait, no, don't actually f.u.c.king answer that."

He snorts. "Trust me man, being married to your sister keeps me plenty occupied."

I groan and cover my ears. "Uuuugh. Not listening. I'm not listening to that!"

He laughs.

Technically, Silas and Ivy have been married for like nine years, with a prolonged break in the middle there. A misunderstanding, I guess you could call it After that night.

The night of the crash, after the robbery.

When you get older, you can look back on parts of your life where the road zigged and you zagged. That night is the biggest one in mine. Back then, Silas and I were just two young a.s.sholes looking for trouble, Silas had a way of finding it a little easier than I did, being that his family was a mess and mine was, well, TV perfect. Didn't stop me from trying to get my hands into all sorts of the stupid s.h.i.t he got into back then though.

I can remember the night of the truck robbery well. h.e.l.l, I'll honestly never forget it. The night his criminal of an uncle, Declan, came to me asking if I could drive the getaway car while he and his wannabe Boston gangster friends held up an armored truck. Now, yeah, that sounds like the single dumbest idea in the world. Especially in this town when your last name is "Hammond". Double especially when you've got a full ride to Boston College in the fall on a hockey scholarship.

I knew Declan had asked Silas first, and that he'd walked from the job.

I knew it was the dumbest idea in the world.

But back then?

Back then it was adventure. Back then, it was stepping outside myself, and stepping away from the path that had been laid out for me. Some kids get stupid tattoos, or get drunk in Cabo, or try hard drugs or whatever.

Me?

My stepping off the path was driving a getaway car for an armored truck robbery. And when I say I zigged and life zagged, I mean it f.u.c.king zagged.

That night ended in shattered gla.s.s, an upside-down car, my leg smashed in four places, and the end of my scholarship.

And it coulda been worse.

It was Silas who stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life that night. Silas who showed up at the last minute and told me what a f.u.c.king idiot I was being, and Silas who jumped in and took my place at the wheel and took off as the bullets started flying.

Silas who went off the road when I punched him in the arm - mad somehow that he'd "taken it" from me.

And then it was Silas who carried me on his f.u.c.king back two miles back into town to the E.R. at Sacred Heart.

Me, and that night were a big reason s.h.i.t blew up for Ivy and Silas back then. My dad had always offered him a warm home back then when we were kids, because of the s.h.i.t life he had living with his uncle, and because Dad had known his parents from church.