“Yes. Why?” I knew why and my girl parts quivered with excitement at the thought of no condom between them and that badass dick Boone had going on.
He pounced on me, shaking the bed. Then he settled his body on top of mine so we were face-to-face. The fire in his eyes caused my belly to flip. With deliberate slowness, he brushed his lips over mine. “I want to fuck you bare. Nothing between us. I’m clean. The health report is three months old but I haven’t been with anyone in that time.” Another teasing pass of that succulent mouth across mine. “I have access to the document on my phone.”
“Okay. Equally dick-ish question back to you.” I paused. “Do you have the document on your phone so you can say, ‘Let’s skip the condoms, I’m clean, I’ll prove it?’ And then most women don’t ask to actually look at it?”
The anger I expected didn’t appear. Instead he smiled at me. “McKay, I’m so fucking proud of you right now I could clap.”
“Why?” The weight of him, the heat of him, the scent of him, god, the reality of him was turning everything hazy.
Then he increased that level of heat another fifty degrees with more drugging kisses. “Because you didn’t just assume I’m telling you the truth about being clean. You questioned it.”
“Oh. Well, go me! for passing the ‘truth in medical intentions’ pop quiz from my very favorite medical professional.”
Those hot brown eyes just watched me.
“What?”
“You’re nervous.”
“Of course I’m nervous.”
“Why?”
I cupped his jaw and my thumbs met in the middle of his lips. I outlined that damp flesh, bottom and top. “Because this is you. I’ve wondered what this would be like with you since the first time you looked at me on the bus.”
“And what just happened in the foyer? My mouth between your legs until you came on my face twice and then my cock slamming into you so hard neither of us could fucking breathe? What was that?”
“Some pent-up aggression on your part. Some desperation on my part. I wanted that. Trust me. We both knew the first time it’d be about intensity. But this is different. We’ve dealt with the lust. Twice. So much lust, Boone,” I murmured against his mouth, “that there wasn’t time for nerves. So I’m anxious because I don’t know what to expect now. Not that I have a fear of disappointment.”
“But you do have fear of something.”
“Yeah.”
He kissed me. “Tell me.”
“Now that we’re lovers…that’s not all I want us to be to each other.”
“Sierra. Baby, the last two weeks haven’t been some calculated buildup. Now that we’ve banged each other’s brains out, I won’t be scouting for a new conquest.”
“I know that. It’s just…”
Warm, firm lips glided over mine. Then he kissed my cheeks, the corners of my eyes. His mouth migrated to my ear with more of his barely-there kisses. An unfamiliar dizzying rush of need swamped me.
Boone whispered, “You think too much.”
He rolled and I was on top of him. But with the way he’d crossed his arms over my back, he retained the upper hand from below. He nudged my jaw with the top of his head, his prompt for me to bare my neck to him.
Which I did without hesitation.
His nuzzles were surprisingly sweet. Achingly tender. Completely unhurried. The heat of his breath in my ear elicited a head-to-toe shiver and a soft moan.
“I’ll never lie to you.” More heated breath and the pass of his soft lips on my ear. “I’ll want you naked. A lot. A whole, whole lot. I can’t think of any better way to show you how I feel about you than when we’re like this. Just us here in this place that is ours alone because we can make it whatever we want it to be. We can be…smug in the knowledge that it’s never been like this, for either of us, ever, with anyone else.”
In that moment I felt Boone West reach inside my chest and wrap his big hands around my heart. It didn’t scare me, this hold he had on me. It felt right.
I sighed.
He chuckled against my throat. “Freak-out done?”
“Mostly.”
“Can we get back to being freaky now?”
He was such a guy. “By all means, West, bring it on.”
Once again I found myself flipped onto my back.
Boone was right in my face. “Condoms. What did you decide?”
“Oh, this is up to me? I’m thinking maybe you’d better double bag this bad boy.” I wrapped my fingers around his shaft at the base and he hissed. “He seems a little ornery.”
“Si-er-ra. Focus. Condoms. Yes. No.”
“You told me you’re clean—I will be checking that medical report as soon as your phone is charged up—and I’m on the pill, but you didn’t ask if I’m clean.”
“I know you are. You had blood work done in Sundance. An STD screen was part of it to rule out all factors for infection and fever. I was worried about you so I checked your labs when they came back to make sure nothing was missed.”
“I appreciate you looking out for me.” I touched my lips to his. “Sounds like we can skip condoms.”
Boone smashed his mouth to mine.
Damn but the man could kiss.
This kiss was pure seduction. Soft, melting, teasing. Licking his way into my mouth, easing back to brush the scruff on his cheek across my lips, sending a spike of heat straight between my legs. He circled my right wrist with his left hand and slid my arm up above my head. Then he threaded his fingers through mine, squeezing slightly. The callused edge of his thumb made lazy circles around the bone in my wrist. If I closed my eyes and concentrated, the movement mimicked the way he’d traced his tongue around my clit.
My clit throbbed hard once in remembrance and I moaned.
Boone trailed biting kisses down my neck to the ball of my shoulder. His right hand skimmed my side from my hip up to the outer curve of my breast.
I held my breath each time his teasing fingers almost reached my areola. I’d been so focused on that, I’d lost track of his mouth.
Then wet heat engulfed my nipple, followed by a hard suck.
My back bowed off the mattress.
He shifted, pressing his hip over mine to keep me still as he continued to torment my breast with lazy flicks of his tongue and cool puffs of breath.
Through it all, he kept my hand clasped above my head, his heavy arm stretched out over mine so I felt every flex of his powerful biceps.
Boone’s silence as he showed me the pleasure he took in my body served as a reminder of his intensity. Every touch was so electric that when I glanced down, I expected to see flares of blue lightning dancing across my skin. Then he fed me languorous soul kisses that rocked me to the marrow of my bones.
He moved with sensuous intent as he switched sides, teasing the wrist bone of my left hand and pinning it above my head. His left hand traveled down the center of my body until his fingers breached the curls between my legs. He followed the seam of my sex to where I was wet. Really wet.
His rumble of satisfaction vibrated in my lips and tongue as he kissed me, sending a reverberation down my throat and exploding in a wave of tingles throughout the rest of my body. He stroked my slit, stopping at the top to tease the bundle of nerves nearly hidden in the folds of my swollen sex. Then another long, slow sweep down and he pushed two fingers inside me.
With his mouth controlling mine, I couldn’t arch up. Every swirl across my clit and two-fingered plunge proved that he set the pace. I couldn’t force this orgasm to happen on my own. It was his to give me.
When my thighs started to shake and I dug my nails into his forearm, he didn’t pause in his rhythm, but he pulled back so our lips were barely touching and gritted out, “Give it to me. I want to feel you coming around my fingers.”
“Boone.”
“You’re close. I can feel it. Let it go.”
I sucked in a breath of air on a gasp when Boone fastened his mouth to the side of my throat, in the
one place guaranteed to set me off again.
And it did.
I shattered. My pussy pulsing around those thick fingers, my clit throbbing against the hard press of his thumb.
By the time that bonus O faded, Boone had levered himself over me.
A whisper-soft kiss crossed my brow. “Sierra.”
“Mmm?”
“Look at me.”
I managed to unroll my eyes from the back of my head and opened them slowly.
That tight feeling in my chest expanded when I gazed into that gorgeous face. We were really here. Together. Like this. The way we’d always wanted.
His gaze never left mine as his hands moved to the insides of my thighs, spreading them wider as he started to work his cock into me. “You are so fucking tight.”
“That’s because you’re packing a cannon.”
Once he filled me completely, he brushed his lips over mine. “Feeling this hot, wet pussy bare around my cock? This might be rocket fast. Put your hands on my ass and hang on.”
I murmured, “You’re so bossy,” but my fingers were already digging into that smooth, hard muscle.
“You can complain when I don’t get the job done.”
When he slammed back in twice in rapid succession, I might’ve screamed.
Cocky man just chuckled against my neck. Then he pushed up so he could watch his cock tunneling in and out of me. “You’re so wet. Fuck. It makes me crazy to see that. Makes me want to bury my face in you again.”
“Anytime you want to do that, feel free. You don’t even have to ask.”
That got his focus back on my face. He angled his head and bit my bottom lip, holding it between his teeth like he’d held my clit. Flicking his tongue over it like he’d teased my clit.
My clit pulsed hard.
Then he let my lip go, only to kiss me in that fleeting manner, so he could watch my eyes as he fucked me.
The man was an animal in bed. His instincts were unparalleled. He knew when I needed more pressure on my clit but not harder thrusts. He knew I needed the stroke of his hand—on my leg, my side, my chest, my neck—to hit that next level right before I unraveled. So the soft scrape of his nails up and down the outside of my thigh pushed me that much closer.
Boone’s tongue swirled just inside my ear. “You ready to come?”
“I can’t come on command,” I panted. “But I’m close.”
Then he was back to kissing me. Hard. Fucking me. Hard. He eased back to say, “Come now. Let me see it.”
He did some flex and grind motion with his hips.
Sensations hit me from all sides: Boone’s breath on my lips, the throbbing in my clit, the rocking of his pelvis, the tight clamp of my pussy muscles around his cock, which was pulsing hard as he groaned above me.
Whoo-yeah. He could be as bossy in bed as he wanted after that.
My skin was sticky, my nipples ached, my throat was dry.
I’d never felt so…spectacular. And not just spectacularly fucked either.
Boone kept me spooned against him as we caught our breath. He trailed his fingers up and down my arm.
I rolled over and faced him. Or rather, I faced his bare chest. His muscled bare chest. Now that we were lovers, would he let me touch him and kiss him any time I wanted? Would he let me lick and suck and taste? I bent forward and placed my lips on the upper curve of his left pec.
God. He smelled so good. I parted my lips, gliding them back and forth across his damp skin. He tasted good too. I flattened my palm on the right side of his chest to hold him in place as my mouth wandered to explore the left side. Was that thick slab of muscle always hard? Or was he flexing? I rubbed the side of my face across the top of his chest, loving how the firm flesh felt against mine. I buried my face above his sternum, letting his chest hair tickle my lips as I breathed him in. I liked that he had some chest hair. I didn’t like furry, but super smooth was kind of weird. The delineated line of his lower pecs grabbed my attention and my tongue darted out to follow the deep cut. How often did he have to lift weights to stay so amazingly ripped?
My fingers had been caressing the right side of his chest and my thumb connected with his nipple. I pressed kisses back up his torso until I reached the flat disk, circling it with just the tip of my tongue. Then I lapped at it, tasting the salt and musk of him. I used my teeth, watching how fast the disk pebbled when I blew a stream of air across it. I played around doing what I wanted until I realized Boone hadn’t said anything for quite some time. And I could feel his heart beating much harder.
I peered up at him.
“Having fun?” he asked in that sexy, growling tone.
I forgot about after-sex talk and everything else when faced with the glory of his chest. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I loved it.”
“You did? But I wasn’t doing anything specific like trying to turn you on.”
Boone curled his hand around the side of my face. “That’s why I loved it. But it did turn me the fuck on. Watching how much you liked touching me.”
“So I really can touch you any time I want?”
He laughed.
“Why is that funny?”
“Because of the look on your face. Like I’ve just given you a present.”
“Being here with you in the present is the best present I’ve ever gotten.”
Then I found myself flat on my back with Boone on top of me.
He hadn’t been kidding about being turned on.
I couldn’t sleep.
I should’ve had the best sleep of my life in Sierra’s bed, with her wrapped around me.
But I was panicked. I needed to move. So I could think. So I could breathe.
When Sierra shifted her position, I escaped.
I found my athletic shorts in the foyer where I’d left them and slipped them on before I made a beeline for the sliding glass door in the kitchen and stepped into the night.
The patio tiles were still warm, as was the air. The light from the pool cast shimmery shadows across the water. I paused by the edge. Since I hadn’t seen exercise equipment, I couldn’t burn the feeling off. Maybe a quick dip would loosen me up. Cool me off. Keep these thoughts from churning and becoming murky.
I eased down the steps into the water that was colder than expected. I wished I could turn off the pool lights. Darkness and water would be my own sensory deprivation tank. To get that effect, I closed my eyes when I submerged myself, holding my breath until my lungs ached. I popped up like a cork and bobbed around for a bit before I sank below the surface again. I repeated this process a dozen times until the jittery feeling was gone.
After I climbed out of the water, I stretched out on the cement and stared at the sky. No clouds. No stars. Just the continual orange glow of urban light pollution. I closed my eyes. That panicked thought jumped out first thing.
She’ll think you’re a freak.
How can I tell her the truth?
How can you not tell her? She will know. It’s not like it won’t be obvious.
It hasn’t been so far.
Haven’t you lied to her enough? A lie of omission is still a lie.
Fuck.
I’d always resented my parents. But until that moment, I hadn’t really understood how much they’d fucked me up. I’d always told myself I didn’t care. And I hadn’t—not until now. Not until it mattered. Not until this ignorance in yet another part of me that had nothing to do with my dyslexia might cost me the one thing I couldn’t bear to lose—Sierra. Either by seeing her pity if I nutted up and told her the truth, or by sensing her frustration if I didn’t and she witnessed my inadequacies firsthand.
How fair was it that I could be so spectacularly fucked…after the most fucking spectacular night of my life?
I don’t know how long I lay there, mired in dark thoughts.
I heard the whisper of feet crossing the pavement.
Sierra.
She probably thought I’d run out on her.
Maybe I
should have. Maybe she would’ve been better off.
No, you fuckhead. You are here. You will goddamn deal with this. If she kicks your ass to the curb it won’t be because you weren’t honest with her.
A beach towel landed on my belly and I jumped.
A puff of air flowed over me as she spread a towel out beside me. Softer scraping as she settled next to me on the cement.
I tucked my towel under my head as a pillow.
She broke the silence first. “You’re freaked out.”
“Yep.” I didn’t elaborate—yet—and she didn’t ask.
But she reached for my hand.
My heart raced.
One little thing. One thoughtful gesture that reminded me that I wasn’t alone. One small sign of solidarity with me.
But that was all it took.
I was all fucking in with this woman. No holding back anything.
I said, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You probably wouldn’t have since you’re so stealthy, Mr. Army Soldier, but the alarm for the patio door went off.”
In my haste to escape I hadn’t noticed the alarm—so much for my special training. “It did?”
“It’s funny how many times I’ve been woken up by a door alarm. Lu actually keeps track of how many of her hookups sneak out in the middle of the night.”
“Do they know that she knows exactly when they bail?”
“No. Which is why it’s so funny.” She paused. “Until it happened to me.”
My gut twisted. “You thought you’d get up and find me gone?”
“I wasn’t sure. I figured it was your turn for a freak-out moment since I’ve had several and hit the road at every major turning point so far.”
“The thought had crossed my mind to just…go.”
“Even if I would have found you gone, Boone, I would’ve come after you. Like you always come after me.” She squeezed my hand.
I squeezed hers back.
It didn’t seem odd that we were lying side by side on her patio, in the middle of the night, staring at the starless, cloudless sky.
“You want to talk about why you freaked out?” she asked gently.
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