Fuck. I can’t resist her any longer. I twist and wrap my arms around her, and we’re kissing like we never stopped. Water from her wet hair drips down her face, but I don’t care. I find the zipper on the back of her dress and pull it down, slipping my hand inside her dress and feeling her wet skin. We lay back on the concrete surrounding the pool, kissing and removing each other’s clothing.
“Chase,” Sierra breathes. “Hang on.”
It takes everything I have to move away. Her finger sweeps across my cheek and then she gets up.
“Come here,” she says, taking my hand. We go around the bar and into the pool house, emerging into a living room. It’s nicer and larger than probably half the houses in this town and sits empty in the Belmonts’ backyard most of the time. The air conditioner is on, bringing a chill to our wet skin.
“You were right about the dress. It is heavy.” She bites her lip and turns around, gathering her hand in her hair. “Can you unzip it all the way?”
Fuck yes, I can. “Sure.”
Slowly, I pull the zipper the rest of the way down, where it stops right above her ass. She’s wearing a bright purple bra and her lace underwear matches. If she were anyone else, I’d strip her out of the dress, pick her up over my shoulder, and throw her down on the couch. We’d fuck, get dressed again, and I’d leave with an empty promise of a phone call.
But she’s not anyone else.
She’s the only woman who’s succeeded at making me nervous about fucking this up. And she’s not even trying.
With her back turned, she lets the straps of her dress slide over her shoulders and into a fabric puddle around her feet and onto the floor.
“That’s better,” she says shyly and turns around, fighting herself to not be self-conscious. Though she has absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.
“You are beautiful,” I tell her and step over, taking a firm grasp on her hips. “So fucking hot.” I kiss her neck, and Sierra softly moans, hands going to my chest. She drops them to my waist, popping the button on my jeans. Using her free hand, Sierra fumbles to push my jeans down, but the wet denim sticks to my skin. I help her get them off, then raise my hands above my head so she can remove my shirt.
She shivers as the air kicks on again, sending a blast of cold right at us. This time I do pick her up and take her to the couch, grabbing a blanket. I cover us both and put my arm around her shoulders, bringing her in so her head is resting on my shoulder.
“This place is nice.”
“It is,” she agrees. “I had sleepovers out here a lot when I was a kid.”
“I bet your friends loved it.”
“I think they loved it more than they liked me,” she says with a laugh. “That all seems so long ago. And so trivial.”
“It does.”
She relaxes against me, absentmindedly running her fingers up and down my arm. Then she turns and puts her hand to my chest, outlining a tattoo on my chest.
“What does it say?” she asks softly, mouthing the words spelled out in Latin.
“‘If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.’ Mark Twain said it.”
“I love that. It’s deep in a very simple way.”
“Yeah,” I agree, and that’s the reason I got it. To remind me to stay grounded despite the crazy shit I got myself into.
“Why is it in Latin?”
I shrug. “I thought it sounded cooler that way.”
Sierra laughs softly. “Does each one have significance?”
“Yeah, in a way at least. They’re significant because I like them,” I offer, making Sierra smile. “I get a new one every time I move.”
“You’ve moved a lot.” Nerves tingle under her fingers as she outlines another tattoo.
“I have.”
“Can I ask why?”
“You can,” I tell her. “And I’ll answer, though I don’t really have a good answer other than the concept of people staying in one place is weird to me. You work the same job, doing the same thing over and over again only to come home to the same house, surrounded by the same people every day for the rest of your life. It’s too easy to get stuck in an endless cycle of going through the motions that way. I wanted to experience life, not just survive because I had to.” The words leave my mouth a second before I recall one of Sierra’s voicemails, which said something similar.
“I like going home to the same place and seeing the same people every day.”
I shrug. “Maybe if I had people I liked to go home to, it’d be a different story.” The honesty in my statement sends a shock through me.
Sierra doesn’t speak, but instead tips her head to the side, inspecting me. “Were you looking for them?” she finally whispers.
“Who?”
“People you liked enough.”
“No. I didn’t think they could exist.”
“Didn’t? You do now?”
My heart speeds up. “I’m starting to think it’s possible.”
Her hands land on my shoulders, and I rest mine on the small of her back, gently bringing her in.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?” I ask.
Sierra just shakes her head, looking a little shy.
“If only you knew what you are doing to me.”
The shyness goes away and Sierra flashes a coy smile. “Oh, I know.” She drops her gaze to my lap, staring for a few seconds before moving closer. She plunges her hand inside my boxers, feeling the full length of my hard cock. Her slender fingers wrap around it, starting at the base, and slowly pumping up. She circles her thumb over the tip, and it feels so damn good. My head falls back against the couch as she keeps working her hand. I widen my legs and Sierra moves closer, going onto her knees. She keeps jerking me off, and her soft skin is enough to make me come if she keeps this up.
I take her wrist and pull it from my boxers and kiss her hard. My tongue goes in her mouth and I pull her to me, crushing her large breasts against my chest. We lay back, and I cannot stop kissing her.
The glistening tip of my cock sticks out of my boxers, and Sierra reaches for it again, moaning with hunger for it when she feels the wetness.
“God, I want you,” I groan, and Sierra’s grasp tightens. Her hand on my cock feels fucking amazing. Her pussy is going to destroy me and I’m going to love every fucking minute of it.
“I want you too,” she pants and I advance, laying her down on the couch, dick pressing into her tender core. Sierra bends her knees and wraps a leg around me. I can feel the heat of her pussy through her panties. She inhales deep, pushing her tits up into my face.
She bucks her hips, rubbing herself against me, and moans. I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her, taking her bottom lip between my teeth before I move my mouth to her neck. Sierra gasps and a shiver runs through her. She curls her fingers, nails biting into my skin. The pain turns me on even more, and I’m rocking my hips against hers, feeling like I could come in seconds.
I’m so caught up in her. I want to come while at the same time I want to fuck her all night. I kiss her neck again and start to trail kisses down it. I pause at her collarbone and pull back to admire her breasts. Her bra has no padding—not that she needs it—and I can see the faint outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. It’s the kind that clasps in the front, and it’s so fucking hot when I undo it. I palm my hand over one of her tits while I kiss my way to the other. I flick my tongue over her pert nipple, and Sierra squirms.
She rakes her fingers through my hair, moaning softly. Keeping one breast in my mouth, continuing to tease her nipple with my tongue, I slide my other hand down and slip my fingers inside her underwear. With one finger, I circle the entrance to her sweet pussy, cock aching to push inside. She’s so fucking wet.
I rub my finger over her clit, spreading her wetness from inside. I want to taste her, to lick up every drop she gives and not stop until she’s coming so hard she screams my name.
In one sudden movement, I pull away a
nd move down, head between her legs. I look up, smirking at Sierra who steals a glance down. She bites her bottom lip, eyes wide, and breasts heaving as she inhales. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I take both sides of her panties and slowly roll them down her thighs. She lifts her ass so I can slide them off, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
Then I move back up, putting my lips to hers once more before kissing a trail down her stomach, not stopping until my mouth is hovering over her pussy. Her muscles twitch, and I know she’s waiting. Wanting.
I turn my head and take the soft skin on the inside of her thigh into my mouth. I suck it soft, then hard, and then nip at it with my teeth. Sierra groans and reaches down, taking a tangle of my hair in her fingers. I turn my head, warm breath hitting her clit. She’s squirming against me now, so fucking worked up she’s desperate for the release.
I lash my tongue out against her once, relishing in how good she tastes. Then I pull back again, running my fingertips up and down her thighs. Her grip on my head tightens, and she directs me to her pussy.
There is something so fucking hot about a woman who takes charge. She knows what she wants.
Me.
And I don’t disappoint. I move my hands under her thigh, lifting her legs over my shoulders. I spread her wide and go at her clit with my tongue, feeling her core tighten as she gets closer and closer to coming.
I slip a finger inside and moan against her pussy when I feel how hot and tight she is. I press against her inner wall, finding her g-spot.
“Ohhh,” she moans, twisting her fingers in my hair. “Faaa…faaa…fuck.” She pushes herself against my face as she comes. Her pussy contracts wildly around my finger and my dick aches to feel her tighten around it. I keep my mouth on her, not letting up until she’s writhing in pleasure.
Sierra’s chest rapidly rises and falls, and she lets her hands drop to her sides. The orgasm brought a flush to her face and it’s sexy as hell. I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and then kiss her again, gently brushing her damp hair back, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Sierra wraps her arms around me, slowly running her fingers down my ass. She grips me tight and pushes me against her. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. She’s so beautiful.
Sierra lifts her head off the couch and kisses me. She tugs down my boxers with her other hand. I want nothing more than to push my dick into her, but I want to make sure she’s okay with it too. She was hesitant only yesterday, after all.
I pull my mouth away from hers, feeling like I’m underwater and just ripped off my oxygen mask.
“We can stop,” I pant. “If you want to. Just tell me.”
She brings her hand up and cups my face. There’s so much emotion in her eyes, and it almost breaks my heart. “I want you.”
In a mad dash of desperation, she yanks my boxers off. My skin, cold from the wet fabric, burns against her warmth and I fucking love it. She widens her legs, welcoming me between. Her thighs are still wet and warm from her orgasm. She lifts her hips, aligning the tip of my cock against her tender core. I move my gaze down and she opens her eyes, and for a split second, it’s like I’m looking into some sort of mirror that reflects only my soul.
My lips find hers again and I kiss her as I push inside. She cries out, eyes falling shut. She’s tight and warm and feels so fucking good. I bury my cock in her pussy and kiss her hard. I pull out slowly, not stopping until only the tip is back at her entrance. Then I push in hard. Sierra moans and grips me tight, rocking herself right along with me. I thrust in and out of her hard and fast, then stop and move my hips in a circular motion that sets Sierra over the edge. Her breathing quickens and I feel her core tighten around my cock. Her fingers dig into my flesh and her legs shake as a second orgasm rolls through. I open my eyes and watch her face as she comes.
My breath hitches and I let my head fall forward, resting against hers. My heart is racing, and every nerve in my body is alive. I’m fucking Sierra hard, and it feels so damn good. But it’s more than a physical connection, and I’ve never felt that before.
“Chase,” she pants, shuddering from an overload of pleasure. A guttural groan leaves my throat and I come hard, pushing my cock in deep and holding it there, buried inside her. Panting, I rest my head against hers, holding myself up with my elbows. Sierra’s breasts rapidly rise and fall and she brings her hands up to my hair. I kiss her gently before I slide out, and then rest by her side on the couch, spooning my body around hers.
Sierra puts her hand over mine, and neither of us speak for a moment. I brush her hair aside and kiss her neck.
“Are you okay?” I ask, so remotely far from anything I’ve ever said after sex before. Physically, I know Sierra enjoyed it; she came multiple times. But emotionally…that’s a different story and a whole new world of concern for me. What the hell is happening? It’s strange, but I like it. I like her.
“Yes,” she whispers back, knowing what I’m asking about. “I’m better than okay.”
Chapter 15
Sierra
I stand in front of my dresser, close my eyes, and grab the pull. My fingers tremble and my heart aches distantly in the background. The drawer sticks like it always has, but this time it takes a little extra yank since it hasn’t been opened in so long.
Not able to look just yet, I blindly reach inside, feeling around for the pair of cotton pajama pants hidden beneath old T-shirts. The tag pokes the flesh under my fingernail, and I know I have the right thing. I grab it, keeping my eyes up, and go into the living room where Chase is waiting.
“You can wear these,” I tell him, extending the folded pajama pants.
“Are you sure?” he asks softly, fingers sweeping my wrist as he takes the pants from me. “I can stay in this if it’s—”
“No, you’re soaked from the pool. You need to change.”
He gives me a cheeky grin. “I can get naked.”
The heartache quiets and I smile back. “I approve of that idea.”
“Really though…it’s okay?”
I nod and having him care this much helps. “Yes. Jake never wore them, actually. I do a lot of online shopping since, you know, Summer Hill isn’t exactly filled with tons of stores, and these didn’t arrive until after he died. The tag is still on. You’ll have to pull it off.”
Chase’s eyebrows push together, and I know he’s struggling to find the right thing to say. I don’t even know what I want to hear. Six months after Jake died, my mom, Lisa, and Samantha came over to help me get rid of the rest of Jake’s things. I got mad, screamed at them, and even threw a coffee mug at the wall. Having his things here made it feel like he was going to come home. I could close my eyes at night, after looking in on the open closet and see his things hanging up and pretend he was still away at school.
That he was still alive.
They told me I needed to get rid of his things so I could move on. I kept his favorite shirt, his Dallas Cowboys hoodie that I wore more than he did…and those stupid pants.
“What’s with the cats?” he asks, looking down at the black pants, with multi-colored cats wearing party hats printed all over.
“It was a joke. He always called me a crazy cat-lady.”
Chase just nods then goes into the bathroom to change out of his wet clothes. I shake my head at myself and sink down onto the couch. Tinkerbell jumps up into my lap, immediately purring.
“I make everything awkward,” I tell the tabby. “Should I not talk about Jake? He was part of my life, and it’s not like he’s an ex.” I sigh, rolling my eyes. “Fuck.”
The bathroom door opens, and a few seconds later, Chase comes back into the living room. I was afraid I’d get hit with sadness when I looked at the pants that were meant for another, but right now, my attention goes to the perfect “V” of muscles on his torso and the bulge from his cock moving slightly with each step.
I want Chase. I want to move forward with him. I want to have sex with him again because the sex we had just an hour ago was am
azing.
Dolly dashes in front of Chase, darting between his feet. Chase comes to a sudden halt so he won’t step on the cat, and to my surprise, she rubs on him. Chase reaches down and she leans into his touch.
“That cat hates life,” I say, blinking rapidly to make sure I’m seeing things right. “I can hardly pet her half the time.”
Chase picks up Dolly—and she’s fucking purring, that traitor. “No pussy can resist me.”
I laugh, finding him all the more attractive. There’s something hot about a guy who can make you scream in bed and make you laugh.
Dolly growls a second later, and Chase sets her down. “She’s a weird cat.”
“She is. At least she’s pretty.”
Chase sits next to me on the couch, slipping his arm around me. “I need a new book to read.”
“Oh, right. You do. And I have one for you. It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“It is. It’s a four-book series, and each book is pretty long. I’m a sucker for long books. I love the way a big, thick spine feels in my hands,” I say coyly, narrowing my eyes before smiling.
“I never thought it was possible to get turned on hearing someone talk about a book before.”
“Speaking of big, thick things…” I run my hand over Chase’s chest and onto his abs, feeling every ridge of muscle beneath my fingers. Chase closes his eyes and leans in, kissing me. Feeling his lips against mine not only turns me on but also makes me happy. Ridiculously happy. I have to stop kissing him because I’m smiling.
“What?” Chase whispers.
“Nothing,” I whisper back, wrapping my arms around him so my hands are in his hair. “I just haven’t felt like this in a long time.”
Chase runs his hands down my back and pulls me tight against his chest. “I’ve never felt like this.” Still holding me, he lays down on the couch, bringing me with so I’m on top of him. I get comfortable, resting my head on his chest. Chase presses a kiss to my forehead. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Sierra, but I don’t want you to stop.”
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