SIN-BIN (Sinners on the Ice #1)

by Anastasija White

Nothing is set in stone. Except for one thing: I refuse to accept her not being in my life.

“Then how about being my enemy with benefits?” “Why enemy?”

“Colt?” “Being enemies with benefits means being exclusive. I’m only yours, and you’re only mine,” I muse huskily and feel her shudder. “Are you okay with that?”

“Are you okay with that, Ava? Ready to be mine?” “Yes,” she purrs, and I kneel, hauling her ass to the edge of my bed. “Then get comfortable. I’m going to eat my dessert.”

“Ava.” I take my hand away and focus on him through blurry vision. “I want you to look at me. I want to see you come, taste you on my tongue. Can you do that for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “Keep going, please, I’m so close…”

“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, kissing my knee. “Like honey.” Grinning from ear to ear, I prop myself on my elbows and look at him. My body is still shaking from the orgasm. It feels euphoric, and I’m not sure if it has ever been like this before. “Never heard that.” “Really?” His hands grip my hips firmly. “Then the guys you’ve been with are morons.” “Or you’re just a sweet-talker.” “Me? A sweet-talker?” Colton laughs heartily, standing up. “I’m the grumpy one. The grumpiest of the grumps.”

“You’re not grumpy,” I retort. “You’re just…different.” “In a good way, I hope.” He smirks, placing a hand on his dick, and I suck in a breath. “If you don’t want to have sex, that’s okay.”

“If you promise to go slow and be gentle.” I move my hand up and down, feeling him tremble. “You’re probably much bigger than I’m used to.” He narrows his eyes, brows knit together. Pondering my words, he slowly lets them sink in. A satisfied grin crosses his lips. I just gave his ego a huge boost. As if it wasn’t big enough already. “Take the shirt off,” he orders, pushing down his briefs. “Ava. Do it.”

“Ava, you’re still in my T-shirt.” Colt moves closer and steps between my legs, placing his knee on the bed. “Take it off.”

He grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. I swallow hard, my nipples pebbling instantly. He bends down to look me in the eyes. “Wh-what?” “If I tell you to do something, you do it,” he states, and I stubbornly want to argue. I’m not his toy, I’m— “If you don’t want to do it, you tell me. Don’t stay silent. Please.”

“I want you,” I hum, dragging his shirt up and tossing it aside. I put my hand on his cock, jerk it off once, twice, and then slide lower and palm his balls. He hisses, stepping back abruptly and reaching to his bedside table for a condom. “Lie down and spread your beautiful legs. As wide as you can,” Colton tells me, shielding his cock in a condom.

My thoughts die as soon as Colt enters me, moving in carefully and out almost instantly. I seek his lips for a kiss, winding my hands around his neck and pulling him to me. His mouth hovers over mine as he continues to slide in and out, going deeper each time. I run my tongue over his bottom lip and catch it between my teeth. “Kiss me,” I demand, and Colton obeys, covering my mouth with his. His kisses and thrusts are all I feel, all I can think of. I don’t want to be anywhere else, only with him.

“Does that feel good?” Colt whispers, meeting my gaze.

“You feel incredible,” I mumble as he speeds up his movements.

“Such a good girl you are, taking me so well…” And, hearing this, I orgasm. I’ve never come because of something my partner said. Until now. “Fuck…Ava…your pussy feels⁠—”

“Your tits are perfect,” Colton drawls quietly, palming my breasts and fondling them softly. He rubs my nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers, and my skin is burning. My clit aches, and I’m dripping again. “What else is perfect?” I ask jokingly, but he shoots me a look, and my heart beats faster. “You. You are perfect.” He puts his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me to him roughly. Our foreheads meet, and we stare at each other, both panting. “Fuck me, Ava. Now.” And with his words, I lose myself in him. Again.

At the table where she left her stuff, I put my backpack on the floor and follow her. She’s leaning on a bookshelf, a seductive grin spread across her lips. She knew I’d come. I stalk over to her, wrap an arm around her waist, and pull her into my chest. “I missed you.” Ava leans forward, standing on her tiptoes. Her mouth is an inch away from my own. “Then prove it.”

He palms my breast while his lips leave a trail of light kisses down my neck. His other hand finds its way under my skirt and tights, and the next thing I know, he’s pressing his thumb to my clit through my panties. “Colt.” “I don’t have any condoms with me, but I can still make you feel good.”

“You don’t have to,” I argue as he massages my clit in slow and gentle circles, sending my emotions skyrocketing into my own universe. A universe I named after him. “I didn’t mean it that way…you just looked lonely, and I—oh my fucking God, Colt.” I dig my fingers into his forearm, steadying myself because my legs are about to give out. He’s no longer just circling his thumb over my clit, he’s already pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers inside me. When I catch his gaze, I drown. He has the most beautiful eye color I’ve ever seen. “Say my name.” “Colt.” “Again.” “Colt.” My vision is blurry. My eyelashes tremble as I struggle to keep my eyes open. “Colt-on.”

Colton fixes my panties and retracts his hand. I grab his wrist, stopping him. I’m curious to see his reaction. I pull his hand back, but he brushes me off and sucks his fingers into his mouth. “It’s mine, and I’m not sharing.”

have ten minutes before practice, so I have time for a shower.” “Lucky you,” I say, walking past him, but he grabs my elbow, stopping me. “Lucky me is when your pussy is clenched around my dick, wetting it with your juices, and my palms are on your perfect tits. That’s what lucky me means.” “Kinda hate you right now,” I murmur as he gently kisses my forehead. “Because you want me again?” he laughs. Then he lets me go, and we both stroll back to the table to get our things. “Because I want you again,” I scoff grumpily. He laughs, pulling me to his side and kissing my temple. This affectionate side of him needs to go away, or I could fall in love.

miss talking to her, watching movies with her, doing anything with her, because she makes even the shittiest things better.

“I’m not going to hurt her.” He opens his mouth, but I don’t let him interrupt me. “She’s different, and I—I like her.” Benson is silent for a moment. Then he breaks into a smile. “Good to know.”

“Now I know something new about the girl I like.” “You make it sound as if she’s…” Benson’s jaw drops, and he eyes me like I’ve turned into Shrek. “Is she the first girl you’ve ever liked?” I fix my hood in annoyance, furrowing my brow and looking away. “Yes.” “Dude. Are you for real? That’s amazing.” “It’s embarrassing.” “No, you dumbass. It means she’s special. Maybe even the one.” I blink. Is he fucking serious?

Colt inches closer, grabbing my throat with his palm. He lowers his face; his mouth is less than an inch away from mine. “Stop being a fucking brat.” His tongue traces my bottom lip, and my nipples pebble from the contact. “Get in the car and bend over.” “Wh-what?”

“How wet am I going to find you, Ava?” he asks huskily, unzipping his fly. “How wet are you for me?” And my fucking brain stops functioning. I lift my ass higher, hearing him tear the condom wrapper. I look over my shoulder and meet his gaze. “I’m dripping.”

“Oh God, please don’t stop.” “Maybe I should—wasn’t that what you wanted? For me to stop?” His movements gradually slow down, and I feel my orgasm fading away. “I don’t think you’re ready to come just yet.”

“You feel so good inside me…please don’t stop…don’t fucking stop, Colt…”

“Please, Colt…I need to come…please…” I whine, admitting defeat. He tugs on my braids as he starts to move again, his thrusts long and hard. I rotate my hips, meeting him halfway, desperate in my desire to come. “Anything for my little brat.”

Colton fucks me so deep, I see stars. I bring my hand between my thighs, find my clit, and rub it fast. My legs give out, and my toes curl as I come, moaning his name. “Choke my dick, baby…just like that…”

I press my forehead to his and gaze deep into his eyes. “Thank you, Colt, and I’m sorry for my behavior. I was being irrational and reckless.” “What did he do to you? It must’ve been pretty bad for you to react to him like that.” I keep quiet, but then inch toward his lips. “Can we talk about it some other time? I don’t want to get into my past right now.” “Promise to tell me everything?” “Yes.”

“Do you want to go home?” “I want you to kiss me,” I urge him, and he grins. “Whatever you wish, Ava.” With that, he pulls my face to his, and our lips connect.

“Yeah?” “What do you mean ‘yeah’?” Clay demands as I toss aside the blanket and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. “You want me to get pom-poms and chant your name?” “Of course not. Just…try to be a little more enthusiastic, you know?” He huffs grumpily. “Going to see Ava and the Bensons without me is not okay⁠—”

“They just invited me. I had no idea I’d be here when I talked to you about my plans for winter break.” I tell him, standing up from the bed and moving to my clothes. “Besides, Drake invited you too, and I kinda need you here with me.” “I’m intrigued.” “I need to buy presents for Ava and her dad,” I say, putting on my sweatpants. “Could you say that again?” “Why?” I ask, grabbing a tee from the closet. “Because I honestly think I’m losing my shit. My best friend wants to buy gifts for his girl and her dad. For his girl and her dad. Colt, are you shitting me?” “No.” I pull on my T-shirt. “She’s not my girl. We’re just…seeing each other.” “Seeing each other? Thompson, can you tell me the truth for once?” “What do you want from me?” “Tell me this: if you’re just seeing each other, what happens if some guy decides to hit on her? Ava is gorgeous. It’s easy to imagine.” “I’d break his neck.”

“The old version of me wouldn’t believe what I’m about to say.” I shake my head, heaving a sigh. “I don’t want to be a loner anymore.” “That’s nice to hear, because my daughter definitely wants you around.” “I don’t plan to let her go,” I confess, and Dax’s eyes widen. “I-I didn’t mean—I won’t be trying to…I just want her to be with me.”

“It is deeper, but I don’t think she’s ready to be open with me. Jefferson was at the party, and it didn’t go well, but she told me she didn’t want to talk about him yet when I asked.” Dax purses his lips. “She didn’t tell me he was at the party.” “She handled him pretty well herself. As usual. She pushed him so hard, he almost fell on his ass.”

“Benson doesn’t want you near his sister.” “Why?” He looks at me in confusion. “Because you’re not a relationship type of guy.” “You’re not a relationship⁠—” “We’re talking about you and Layla, not about me and Ava,” I interrupt him, and he huffs in irritation. “Show him how much you like her, that you can be different for her.” “But I have no idea if I can be different.” “You can. For the right girl, you can.” “Aw, you fucker.” He lunges at me, taking me into a bear hug. “Can I be your best man?” I push him away, hearing my phone buzz. “Get off me, Rodgers.” “Only if you promise to make me your best man.”

“Make me the godfather of your firstborn. Please.” “Fuck off, Clay.” I wriggle out of his grasp, grab my phone, and read her message.

“Ava, baby, so happy to see you.” Clay jumps up from the couch and strolls straight to her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

“Can I see your phone?” she asks. “Why?” “I want to see how you saved my number in your contacts.” “Why?” “Because I want to.” How am I supposed to say no to that? Shaking my head, I take my phone out of my pocket, unlock it, and hand it to her. A second later, she gives it back to me. “Honey?”

“Honey,” I confirm, draping a hand around her waist and pulling her to my chest. “Because you’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever had.” She sucks in a breath and stands on her tiptoes to bring our lips closer. “Can you keep a secret?” “Yes.” “I want you between my thighs so bad.” “Say please.” I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Please, Colt…I’m so wet already.”

“You’re going to sit on my face.” “I’m going to do what?” Her shocked expression is adorable. “Sit on my face.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” And yet she takes off her hoodie, keeping on her black sports bra. “I’ve never done that before.” “Then I’ll be your first.” I extend my palm to her, my dick twitching with need. “And last.” Ava hesitates, but then she climbs on the bed and straddles my legs. I put my hands on her hips and pull her to me. “What if I suffocate you?”

“Then I’ll die in fucking heaven.” Her brows raise; her eyes are still round like saucers. Taunting her out of her wits is the best way to both calm her down and push her buttons. “Come here and give me what I want.”

“Grab the headboard,” I murmur against her clit, and she does as I tell her. “Ride my mouth, Ava. I want to hear you moan.”

The moment she rolls her hips, gliding her pussy over my mouth, I know I will do anything to give her pleasure. She’s so fucking addictive. I won’t be able to even look at other girls, let alone touch anyone else. She gets under my skin like no one ever has, and I love it. Ava makes me feel alive. She’s my favorite type of sweet. She’s my honey.

“That feels so good, Colt…I’m gonna come so hard…make me come…please,” Ava pleads, staring me in the eyes. “Please, Colt…”

“Roll your hips deeper,” I tell her, gripping her ass again and helping her to speed up her movements. Her moans become louder, and her breath hitches in her throat. So fucking stunning. “Just like that, baby…just like that.”

“I’ve been thinking…” The time we spent together in her bed, and her dad’s words, helped me figure out what I want to do. I’m ready to make a decision I wasn’t ready to make this morning. “Will you go with me to visit my mom?” “Visit?” She halts in her tracks, and I stop too. “It’s complicated.” Ava reaches my hand, entwining our fingers. “I’ll go with you.” “Really? I mean, I want to go on Christmas.” “We can always celebrate later. My dad will understand.”

hoist her to my chest and gaze down at her. “Thank you, Ava.” I kiss her hard. Her hands fist my hoodie, and her lips part, welcoming my tongue with hers. I pull away only when I feel the need to breathe. Lowering my forehead to hers, I smile. “I’ll explain everything on the way.” “Promise?” “Pinkie swear.”

“It’s just that I’ve never ever introduced any girls to my mom. This is all new to me, Ava, and sometimes I feel like I need some guidance.” “Dating for dummies?” She giggles as I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. That word detonates a bomb inside my chest, spreading hope and fear throughout my bones. “Are we dating?” Her laugh dies in her throat, and her eyes go round. She looks like a deer in the headlights, and I don’t know what I want to do more: laugh or be upset. The answer to my question is written all over her face. “No, we’re just… I don’t think ‘enemies with benefits’ suits us anymore. Maybe ‘frenemies’, or ‘friends with benefits’?” “Do you hate me?” Ava narrows her eyes. “Sometimes I do, when you act like an asshole.” Fair. She drives me crazy sometimes as well. “But in all honesty? No. I really like you, Colt.” “I really like you too, Ava.”