The Sweet Sin: His Best Friend's Sister

Colten Gunn's POV

There are only two things in this fucked up world that I live for; motorcycles and women.

I love riding them. Everything about women and bikes are the same; They like to be eased into the stroke then man handled around tight corners. To be pushed to their max until they're red lining and screaming for me to let off the gas. Feeling them vibrate beneath me as I control them with my body. The purr they make when I push my chest into them to go faster.

"Colt." Hudson pushed a pool cue into my side. His gruff voice only co-existing with his braided beard and leather jacket. "You're up."

I placed my beer down and simmered my raging thoughts that seemed to only be creating a problem in my pants tonight. My tattooed knuckles wrapped around the stick as I bent over in my tight fitted jeans to line up my shot.

"What's up with you tonight? You seem out of it." Hudson asked but he didn't really care. He was more concerned that I wasn't interested in the game of pool he'd been going on about at work all day today.

"It's been weeks since I've been laid." I huffed as I drove the cue into the center of the white ball, causing it to bounce into the side of the table, missing every target.

Hudson let out a deep, short chuckle with a shake of his head, causing his braided chin to bounce with him. "There's women all over the place and you're having problems?"

I rolled my eyes before looking around the bar. Sure, there were women here. Sexy ones at that. But they're all locals, most of them I've fucked already - more than once. I know every little secret about them, which is a perk and downside to living in a small town. The excitement isn't there anymore. The thrill of fucking a stranger senseless, hearing them moan my name like it's the first time they've tasted anything like me.

"It's like eating the same meal every night. Tired of it."

He laughed again, "A fucks a fuck, man. Stop being a picky bastard."

The beer I had been drinking was empty, already and the drive to end this godforsaken game of balls was killing me. "Want another?" I asked for any excuse to walk away.

Hudson gave me a nod before going back to his precious grassed table.

I watched as he rolled his thumb over the top with a gleaming smile. I swear he enjoyed stroking that pool cue way too much.

My eyes drifted to the bar, searching for the usual bartender but only landing on a woman that made my pants tighten.

Fuck, she looked sexy from the back. Her ass claded in tight leather pants that caressed the stool beneath her ass like a throne. Her bare back was divine, showing off her soft light skin that begged for the attention of my fingers prints. She adjusted herself slightly, picking up her glass. Her shoulder blade shifted, exposing the thin fabric that was only held up by a simple tie of a string that loosely covered her breasts

One pluck and she'd be topless.

I had to have known her. I know everyone that comes in here.

My hand reached for the stool to guide me to sit beside her. Only for her six inch heel to drive into the cushion abruptly, pushing the seat further down the counter with a squeal.

I stood in awe, keeping my face emotionless except for a raise of a brow.

She turned to me slowly, provocatively, letting her shirt slid to her front and expose the side of her perky breasts. She pushed her blonde hair that waved down her chest to her back. Her plump lips were pursed, as her hazel eyes glared at me.

"Seats taken." Her voice soft and gentle but carried a tone of authority and demand. One I could picture screaming my name in the bar bathroom with a bit of gruff after a few rounds of me fucking her.

I looked to her long leg that still sat on the bar stool in an extended L shape, taking in the tight leather that clung to her skin.

My face relaxed as I leaned over that sexy leg, placing my elbows on the counter right beside her.

"By who?" I challenged her.

Her plump pink lips curled slightly upwards, "By the man who buys me a drink." Her manicured nails gripped the sides of her glass as she wagged it in the air before taking the last gulp of her liquid.

Lucy, the bartender came around. Her attire of a deep v neck tight shirt, usually turns me on, but not tonight.

I had a sphinx beside me that was playing a game I was more interested in. A better game than Hudson wrapped me into, still one where my stick would be driven into her center.

"Lucy, two of whatever the sexy lady is having." I peered over to the woman, expecting a name or anything. But all I got in return with a push of a glass from Lucy.

The woman receded her leg, crossing them at her ankles as she leaned back into the counter.

Whiskey on the rocks.

A man's drink.

So many things could be said about a woman drinking bourbon; she's rough around the edges and could hold her liquor. Other than that, she was still a mystery to me. One I planned to wrap around my waist later.

The woman relaxed in her seat as she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. Sticking one between that plump mouth that I wanted all over me.

All I could do was watch as she nodded to Lucy who came over with a lighter in her hand. Lucy smirked to me, knowing my every intention. Her silent message giving me the green light to make my move, that this woman was of age and ready to fuck.

The woman inhaled deeply after Lucy lit the thin stick. Her index and middle finger tugged at the cigarette, pulling it out of her lips with a puff of smoke.

"Want one?" She asked.

I shrugged. I was about to motion Lucy back for the lighter when the woman shook her head. She guided a cigarette to my mouth, lingering her nails to my lips as she did so.

Her cool skin, from holding her cold drink, sent a subtle shake down my spine and straight to my pants.

She leaned in and touched her cherry to light the cigarette that rested in my mouth. Her eyes trained downwards, focusing on her task. Her thick lashes batting with each blink. Her face inches from mine, giving me a preview into the loose top she wore.

I imagined her further down my body, peering up from her knees with my cock in her mouth and audibly gulped.

She dared to look up into my desired filled eyes with a smirk.

Fuck, she's hot.

She pulled away slowly, putting her drink back in her hand. "I'm Lee."

I took her in. She didn't look like a Lee. I was thinking an Ashley or Rebecca. Her pale skin and wide eyes told me she was lying.

But I was fine with that.

"Colt." I gave her a nod as I sat the stool, taking a swig of the harsh liquor Lee had ordered.

"So, Colt. What's a girl got to do to have some fun around here?" She asked playfully, a hidden innuendo in her words that pulled at my hardening cock.

"What kind of fun are you looking for?" I eyed her intently, watching her lips seductively wrap around the rim of her drink as she took another sip.

Her eyes were trained ahead at the bottles of liquor that lined the shelves on the wall. Her hand toyed with her glass, shaking it slightly so the ice shifted and clinked with each movement. Every move calculated on her end to ensure my complete and utter attention. She was good at this. It was amusing to watch as she effortlessly wrapped me around her finger.

"One that involves you hearing me scream your name." She bluntly put with such a soft voice.

Fuck.

I take it back. She was a professional when it came to picking up men.

I'd never met a woman so straight forward. Usually I'd have to warm them up, ease into the conversation. But she was going full throttle into my jeans.

She placed her glass to the counter, earning a clank. "Unless, you aren't the man you look to be." She paused seeing my confusion show.

Normally I'm good at hiding my emotions, but she was making all the blood rush from my brain to my other head.

"Bad boy type. One who can please a girl." She explained dryly, turning her body to face mine. Her hands clapped to my knees, the ash from her cigarette raining to the ground. "I need someone rough tonight. Can you do that, Colt?"

"Oh, Angel, I can do so much more than that." I spoke low, picturing all the dirty things I was going do to her.

Harley Finley's POV

My once quiet life is in shambles. In a matter of hours it turned from the most lovely, sunny day into a series of hurricanes circling above my head. Landfall projection, my home town. The wind speed, fuck-you mph. The amount of rainfall, you're-in-hell feet. Total damage to be determined.

Now, here I am, being guided out of the bar I had my first drink at when I was sixteen. Where I was currently sulking like a little bitch and craving attention like a little whore, dressed in the most provocative clothing I own.

Granted, even if my sperm donor is dead and my boyfriend cheated on me, I feel fucking fantastic.

We're in the eye of the storm, babes! With a hot guy ready to fuck me senseless while I wait for the rain to start again.

"Fuck, Colt. Hold on." I groaned pulling my arm from his tattooed grip then fumbling through my purse on my shoulder all while trying to keep my gait straight, in the dark, drunk. All I could hear is the my phone ringtone going off, killing the mood I had set earlier.

"No, no, angel." Colt's voice deepened as he pulled me to his chest. His loose fitted white shirt tangled in my fingers from the quick movement.

I looked at his chiseled jaw, watching it flex with the grit of his teeth. His honey brown eyes darkened watching my every movement. A small amount of fear rushed through me, second guessing the idea of telling a complete stranger to be rough with me.

Yeah, probably wasn't one of my better ideas.

Fucking whiskey, always getting me into trouble.

His thin lips curled upwards as he leaned into my ear. The smell of his woodsy cologne and cigarettes filling my nose sending me on an all time high.

"Let it ring or answer. Either way. I'm not stopping." His dark husky voice sent goosebumps down my arms. His hands tightened around my hips, digging into the bone as he backed me into the side of a truck. The cold metal made my bare back arch, sending my hips directly into his. A hiss left my lips while he simultaneously attacked my neck with his mouth roughly. Smothering the sensitive skin with his tongue. He kissed and licked around until he found my soft spot, right at the base of my neck above my chest.

A soft moan left me, unwillingly. I was trying to hold back, to be the one in charge but it all changed when he sucked that sweet orgasmic indentation near my collarbone harsh enough to make the blood rush there.

"God." I breathlessly exhaled feeling warmth spread from my abdomen downwards to my core. Wetness pooled in my lace panties and tight leather pants and I couldn't stop my thighs from tightening together.

It was euphoric the way his lips mended against my skin. Sucking and nipping at me with such precision that every touch caused a noise to get stuck in my throat.

"Nuhuh." Colt smirked into me. His feet kicked mine, spreading my legs wide. "Keep 'em open for me."

I threw my head back into the truck when he pressed his growing bulge directly into my clothed entrance.

"We can't have sex out here." I somehow managed to say through the knots in my throat.

Colt chuckled, tickling me before pulling away. "Says who?" He asked, his forehead leaning on mine. His fingers trailing to the button on my pants.

I gulped. My eyes widened involuntarily as he wiggled my leather pants to the ground.

Fuck, it's pitch black outside. Not a streetlight in sight. I can barely see him in front of me but We're outside, next to his truck.

God, we're going to get caught.

What a great way to be welcomed back to my hometown.

"Don't worry," Colt whispered, shimmying his own pants to the ground.

"Don't worry?" I scuffed, "I mean, can we at least go inside your truck?"

Colt laughed again, as if it were the funniest request.

"I don't see what's so-......"

He cut me off with an aggressive press of his lips. His mouth massaging mine until I forgot what I was even thinking. Our tongues fighting for dominance between their homes as we took in our sweet tastes His hand held the front of my neck while he hoisted my legs around his waist.

I could feel how lengthy and big he was as his cock pressed against my stomach. Teasing me in the dark.

His chest, which I was convinced was insanely muscular, pushed me further into the truck as his free hand adjusted his length at my soaking entrance.

I tried to pull away from the kiss to breathe, only for Colt to tighten the hold to the front of my neck.

"Don't move," He huskily demanded into my mouth before easing the head of his cock into me.

I bit my lip at the growing fullness inside of me as he pushed deeper until every inch of his hard cock was buried in my pussy.

"Fuck." I whimpered, clinging to his shoulders.

"Does that feel good?" He murmured, slowly pulling back. Before I could answer he thrusted his hips back into me with enough force to earn a yelpy moan.

"You wanted it rough, right?" He asked genuinely but all I could do was nod. I wiggled my hips to try and create some friction inside of my filled pussy. "Use your words, angel."

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me rough." I gasped as he started to thrust in and out of my throbbing center, ensuring every inch of his hard manhood was deep inside of me with each harsh thrust. Over and over he dived inside of my wet center, hitting my g spot again and again.

"Fuck!" I cried out, not able to contain my pleasurable moans any longer. All I could do was stuff my lips into his shoulder, biting through his shirt until they were muffled.

"That's right, take all of me." He grunted between thrusts.

Pleasure swept through my core, pumping through my body in waves of sparks, leaving me a trembling mess in his hold.

"Harder." I moaned into him as a beg, a plead to make me cum. "Oh god, I'm so close."

"I bet you are. I bet you fucking love how my cock feels inside of your wet pussy." He breathlessly groaned into my ear.

His hand that was holding my throat, moved to my shoulder, driving my body into his. Forcing me to meet his every demand of his hips thrusts. My stomach cramped at the forceful shoves of his cock but I craved more with each stroke in and out of me.

It felt like fucking heaven. My body was on cloud nine, taking the slap of his balls against my swollen skin like a punishment I deserved.

"Yes, Colt. Yes." I gasped feeling the explosive energy building in my core, spreading through my body like a wild fire until waves of pleasure rolled through me.

My pussy clenched around Colt's cock, caressing it and begging for it to stay inside of me. My mind went numb, every concern, responsibility, and feeling of guilt withering away as I released my cum all over his shaft.

Colt released my shoulder, moving his hand to my bare back. Holding me more softly and allowing my now relaxed body to cling to his for support as he continued to push into me, over and over in rhythmic thrusts.

I grasped his cheeks in my hand, pressing our lips together again.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, Colt." I murmured, still riding the high of my orgasm.

Colt hungrily kissed me again. Moans of his own vibrating off of my lips. Then suddenly he was placing me to my feet, still holding me in place as he pumped his cum into his hand.

We both stood their, breathless, gasping for air. Colt's arm wrapped around my waist.

"Fucking hell." I laughed with an exhale. "Wow. Was I right about you."

Colt chuckled back, "You weren't so bad yourself."

I clung to the car as I pulled up my pants. The ache between my legs starting from the rough sex. I'm surprised I could even stand right now.

"Do you need something for your hand?"

"No, I'll just go wash it off inside."

A devilish smirk grew on my face. I guided his hand to my lips, my tongue lapped up his cum, tasting the bitter but yet sweet, thick liquid until I had swallowed it all.

"Fuck." Colt mumbled, pinning me back to the truck roughly, causing the alarm to sound.

How the fuck didn't it go off earlier?

"Fuck!" He yanked my hand, forcing my wobbling legs to move forward with him in almost a sprint. His pants only held up by his free hand.

"Just turn it of f!^ prime prime I yelled to him.

"It's not my truck!"

I couldn't help the echo of laughter that escaped me as he tried to hide us on the side of the bar building.

"Oh my god. Let me get this straight." I giggled out, "you just fucked me against some stranger's truck?"

"No, it's a friends truck." Colt stated as if it were any better.

I rubbed my face roughly, the guilt of everything rushed through me instantly. "Alright. That's my cue."

"You cool to drive?" Colt asked as I searched around for my purse.

"Yeah," I reached up and kissed his cheek lightly, "Thanks for that."

"Anytime, angel." His cockiness evident in the huge smirk on his lips.

I rolled my eyes as I walked away, trying to hide the throb between my legs.

Harley Finley POV

My gut twisted at the sight in front of me. There had to be over a hundred people gathered around, all wearing black tux's or dresses. Their heads bowed in a respectful manner to the man being lowered into the ground. Cries and sobs could be heard from the back, where I stood, hiding from everyone.

I couldn't face them. I didn't want to.

My big black sunglasses hid me from the crowd, just long enough for me to witness Jim, my father, being lowered six feet under. People spoke softly, talking about wonderful memories with him and how Jim was such a giving person.

I held back my protesting remarks with a middle finger raised in my pocket. But even that didn't stop the tears.

Sure, we hadn't talked in five years before Jim's sudden death. And right before I left he told me how much he disliked his own daughter. I wished for years he would have changed. That I would have been given the chance to see Jim in the same light as everyone else.

Especially my brother, Elijah, who stood at the front of the crowd with tears staining his cheeks.

Elijah was my half brother, five years older and the most caring soul towards me in my upbringing. He was my fatherly figure through school and hardships and the only one to keep in contact with me when I left to build my own life.

Even if it was only through a few texts every other year, at least he tried.

It hurt to see him crumbling in front of so many people. Even if he saw them as friends and family, they were strangers to me. And I refuse to let them see me cry over a man who never loved me.

I listened to everyone say their peace. My eyes trained to the ground with my hands stuffed in my oversized black coat pockets.

And once Jim's casket was buried, I tried to leave. I really fucking did. But seeing Elijah cry was enough to get me to stay for just a few more moments.

I waited in the line of people that were paying him respects, saying they're sorry for his loss and making promises of helping in anyway. Then it was my turn.

My heart raced as I approached my brother. He was the one who told me of Jim's passing, but I wasn't sure how he'd take me actually being here.

"Elijah." I could barely say. It was a name I hadn't verbally said in years.

His big brown eyes moved upwards until he was looking at me. His face softened and contorted into another weep as he took in my appearance before he pulled me into his embrace.

"Harley." He whimpered. "I'm glad you came."

I solemnly nodded, squeezing him back. "It'll be okay." I ran my fingers through his thick long hair like I had always done when I was younger.

"Are you coming to the wake?"

"No." I sighed, pulling away from him.

"Just for an hour." Elijah silently begged. "It's been years since I've seen you. Let's catch up and talk for an hour. That's all I'm asking."

I sighed quietly, fiddling with my fingers in front of him. "Okay. Only for you though."

"Thank you." He kissed my cheek before hugging me again, in a bone crushing brotherly hug.

"Alright, Eli." I giggled in his grasp. "You can let go of me now."

As I walked back to my car, I felt my heart filling slightly. The cold emptiness, that I accepted after leaving my small hometown, felt a ting of love. Even when I pulled up to Jim's house, the one I spent seventeen years of my life in, I still felt it. Even when people I barely remembered came up to me, holding me close to their chest, expressing their gratitude towards my deadbeat father, I felt it.

That little spark in my chest turned to an emotional explosion once I walked into my old room.

Everything was the same as it was five years ago. The Justin Bieber, Taylor Lautner and Timberlake posters I had yanked out of magazines were still taped to the wall, leaving no white paint exposed. My bed was still sloppily made with my baby blue comforter and million throw pillows I just had to buy with my first real paycheck.

All the hangers I had ripped out of the closet in an attempt to rush out of the house still littered the floor. The snow globes he had bought me as a child smashed on the ground right where I had thrown them at Jim when he told me he disowned me.

The room was like a time capsule. Nothing had changed from the night I left.

"He came in here a lot." Elijah spoke softly from behind me.

I jumped slightly, holding my now throbbing chest.

"He didn't mean it when he said he never loved you." Elijah continued speaking as he walked next to me, placing a hand at my lower back. "He was a tough guy, he didn't know how to deal with woman, let alone his little girl."

I felt the tears running down my face. "He hated me after my mother died. He thought it was my fault. He did mean it and I'm glad I left."

I took a step forward, rushing my shaking fingers under my eyes to hide the fact I was hurting.

"Dad gave me this," Elijah sighed as he stuffed a plain white envelope into my pocket. "He wrote it awhile ago but never had the chance to give it to you."

I pat my jacket, feeling the added thickness.

"Can I introduce you to my fiancé? I know it's already been an hour of you here but I really want her to meet you." Elijah spoke softly like he always had with me.

"Yeah. Just tell me I don't look like a total wreck right now." I faced him with a grimace, forcing my lips to curl upwards.

Elijah let out a throaty chuckle and shook his head as he guided me back down the stairs. "We all look like shit, Lee."

As soon as we hit the bottom stairs, people were surrounding us again. Some of which I remembered.

Rocco was a big burley man with a stomach that most likely hid a body. He was Jims best friend, a man who saw me grow up throughout the years and gave me shit for being a girly girl at times.

Hudson was a guy my age I had went to school with, though back then he was a thin and short but now, his muscle was filled to perfection. His voice deeper and rough around the edges with a beard braided down to his chest, making him look ten years older than he was.

"Oh, and this is my best friend," Elijah started motioning towards the sexy tattooed man that fucked me numb last night. My heart stopped in its tracks, looking at his dark eyes that checked me out. "Colten, this is Harley."

"Harley." Colten smirked repeating Elijah, showing off his insanely white teeth.

My body shook at his rough voice. Everything in me ready to repeat the risky escapades from last night.

I smiled back, extending a hand to him for the only reason to feel his rough calloused fingers that dug into my shoulder. He met me halfway, allowing me to run a thumb over his tattooed knuckle.

"Nice seeing you again, Colt." I gave a small wink. Elijah eyed the two of us with a confused expression.

"How do you....."

Before Elijah could finish a very, heavily pregnant woman grabbed him by the arm.

Her tanned skin was glowing as she held a plate of food in her hands, right above her stomach as if it was a table.

"Harley! It's so nice to finally meet you!" She exclaimed trying to hide the fact that there was a pile of cheese in her mouth.

"Hi, I'm sorry. Elijah hasn't told me your name." I admitted, looking down to her belly.

"Of course he didn't." She rolled her eyes, glaring at her fiancé like she was going to kill him before he had a chance to meet their child. "It's Chloe."

Chloe looked to her stomach, eyeing my confused look.

"Did you not tell her you're expecting? Elijah Finley, What the fuck." Chloe stomped her foot, slapping Elijah in the arm.

Elijah still continued to look between me and Colt with a brow raised, ignoring his upset, pregnant girl.

"We haven't had the chance to talk." I interjected, not ready for the tiff she was about to get into with him. "Is this going to be my little niece or nephew?"

"Niece and nephew." Elijah smiled, placing both his hands to Chloe's stomach with a smile to die for.

"Wow. Twins." I ogled between the four. "That's crazy. Congratulations."

"We're due in two months. I was hoping you'd maybe come back. You know, since you already met Chloe, you mine as well meet the little ones when they show up." Elijah shrugged acting as if it didn't matter to him. But I saw it. The longing of having his little sister be an auntie to his children.

I scratched my neck nervously and looked around at everyone staring at me. Including Colten. His brows raised at the whole ordeal mimicking Elijah's earlier glance.

"Wait," Colten interjected with a chuckle, thankfully. I wasn't ready to tell Elijah I was never coming back here. "She's your sister? Oh shit."

"Half sister." Elijah answered with a smile which quickly turned into pursed lips as he eyed Colten's shifting stance.

I narrowed my eyes to the two of them. Elijah wouldn't make a big deal out of this. Right? I mean, I'm a grown woman. Plus how would he even know?

"Is my little sister the one you told me about fucking last night?" Elijah spoke so softly, the words came out like air.

Colten looked at him with a mischievous look, backing away slowly. "Half sister." He corrected with a finger in the air before bolting out of the house. Elijah chased after him into the front yard.

Everyone followed, mostly out of amusement. God, I forgot this shit was like entertainment to these people.

"You fucked her against Hudson's truck?!" Elijah yelled, grabbing Colten by his shirt and tackling him to the ground.

"If I knew she was related to you, I would have came inside of her too." Colten laughed as they wrestled on the ground.

"You mother fucker!"

"You got good genes in the family, man. What can I say?" Colten shot back, as if egging him on.

"Should I be worried?" I asked Chloe as she continued to eat and watch the two men fight like high school boys at a wrestling tournament.

"Nah. They'll kiss and make up in an hour." Chloe shrugged, rubbing her belly softly.