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"For what?" I can hear the smile in his voice.
He presses a kiss in my hair and hums. "Anytime, baby."
For a second, I debate throwing Sierra in his face to spite him, but stop myself when I remember that while I may want her to be mine to some degree,
The thought of her with another guy makes me want to go postal. I get possessive and lose myself in her presence and the way she makes me feel like I could rule the whole fucking world.
Seeing Sierra makes me happy. I care about her and don’t want her with anyone else, I won’t deny that or how selfish it makes me.
Sierra’s bright smile dances through my head, grabbing at both my chest and my groin. She would tell me to grow the hell up if she saw me right now. Her smile would be there, though, teasing and distracting me. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of her, seeing her in my domain, having her watch me do what I love.
I don’t know why I texted her begging to let me come over, or why I’m knocking on the front door knowing how close I am to the edge of losing my sanity, but here I am. And I’m dying to be inside of her.
but she looks stunning. Magnificent, really.
Her concern for me is written all over her face. It has me gasping for air, the need to hold her starting to pull me under. “Come here.” She doesn’t hesitate before walking straight into my chest, wrapping her arms around my middle as I pull her flush against me, sighing out in near instant relief. My hold on her is tight, like I’m terrified she’ll run and leave me here, desperate and vulnerable.
My eyes close when she starts running a hand up and down my spine, warm fingers soothing the ache in my chest. A moan of appreciation falls from my mouth and I kiss the top of her head, keeping my lips there for a few seconds, not wanting to lose the contact so soon.
I don’t bother hiding my surprise. “He cheated on you with your best friend? If I would have known that, I would have hurt him worse for you, baby.”
With a cock of my head I have my arms crossed, watching the way she gulps while trailing her eyes up my body, spending a bit too much time on my semi-hard dick before finally meeting my intense stare. I smile, unable to help it regardless of the annoyance still swimming in my stomach.
“Or maybe I have but I’m exactly sure what to do with him yet.” Surprise collars my throat and threatens to toss me off a tall cliff. My mouth is dry as I try to pull together a reply, failing when I remain silent.
She meant it as a joke. But I did miss her. It wasn’t the reason for the aching pain of betrayal or the sharp burst of pain in my shoulder from behaving carelessly in the boxing gym, but it is the reason that out of anywhere I could have gone to try and get myself back under control, I’m here. With her.
I’m in front of Sierra before she has a chance to be surprised, gripping under her ass and hoisting her up. Her legs wrap around me without hesitation before she presses against me with a heavy sigh and a roll of her hips. Needing to taste her, I take her mouth in a heated kiss that I hope allows her to feel the ache that’s settled beneath my rib cage, only settled by her.
I’m a man possessed, too utterly captivated by the feel of her plush mouth moving against mine with the same possessive energy to think of my own needs.
“I need to be inside of you, baby. Tell me you need me too.”
“That’s a good girl,” I growl, sucking hard on her neck before pulling back and crawling on the bed, keeping her tucked beneath me and holding her to my chest as I do.
“Take it all off, my little fighter. This is going to be hard and fast. I don’t have the patience for slow and steady right now. Have to fuck you.” Need to own you like you do me. She does as I say with lust-blown pupils and swollen lips that have me throwing my head back and praying to God, asking for patience. As soon as her shirt hits the floor and her bare flesh is right there in front of me, I curse. “You have the most gorgeous tits.” I suck a rose-tipped nipple into my mouth with a moan, flicking it with my tongue before letting it slip from my lips and blowing on it, watching as it
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She cries out when I reach down to cup her and feel the smooth, wet skin beneath my palm. “Shit. Jesus Christ. How long have you been this wet, baby? You’re soaking my hand.”
But I only plan on having her come around my cock tonight. Not my fingers and not my tongue. She can soak my face in her cum when I take her again later. I need to feel all of her right now.
I reach up and grab the headboard, squeezing my eyes shut when I thrust into her again, cursing under my breath as she tightens around me like a fucking fist. I’m barely holding on as I thrust ruthlessly, slapping my hand on the headboard over and over again.
I grab both of her hands from around my neck, sliding them down my skin and dropping to my elbows before intertwining our fingers together beside her head. My thrusts become sloppy and I shoot deep inside of her with a mangled grunt. Our chests rise together rapidly, both of us falling into a dark, dangerous pit I don’t ever want to crawl out of. I collapse on top of her with her name on my lips. Where it belongs.
“Did I wake you up? Shit. I tried to be quiet,” he rambles, a tinge of red moving up his neck.
“Careful, Sierra. Don’t test me when I’m tired,” he replies slyly, pulling me back to his chest and holding me when I go to step back.
“Do you want to go get some food?” He cuts off my rambling with his own, taking me by surprise. I think I even gasp. “I mean, since I almost burnt your house down. It’s the least I can do.”
He stops me when I get within an inch of him by grabbing my wrist and tugging me to his chest. “You’re not going anywhere without kissing me.”
“I’m hungry too, but not for breakfast.” His handsome face has become serious and hard, amber eyes blazing with want and voice becoming raspy and desperate in a nipple tightening way. My lungs fail to bring it enough of the thick air around us when he starts moving toward me, his stance suddenly becoming predatory.
But maybe that’s one of the reasons that I find myself so drawn to her. She’s the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever met, but she doesn’t let it define her. It’s sexy as hell. Her megawatt smile punches me directly in the chest as she looks up at me from her stack of pancakes, glowing with a strong sense of bliss. My lips lift in a lazy smile and I lean back against the booth, tilting my head slightly.
I look down at my plate full of assorted meat. "Might have a point there, baby. You do know your meat.” It’s a ridiculous, child-like tease, but when she rolls her eyes and her shoulders shake with a silent laugh, a strong sense of pride swells in my chest.
She swallows her mouthful and slides her tongue along her bottom lip to clean off the blob of red syrup I can't seem to take my eyes off of. I watch her tongue disappear again before she speaks, tearing my eyes from the provocative action that has my blood rushing to my groin.
"What else should I know about you, my little fighter?"
I’m not sure what I was hoping for when I asked her to go for breakfast with me, but I know I didn’t want to leave her so quickly. I needed more time with her. It didn’t matter what we did or where we went. I just needed to be with her. I’ve been going around and around with my feelings for weeks, tearing myself up inside over what I wanted to do with them. But I don’t think I want to keep fighting them anymore. Not if fighting them means dealing with the constant pain in my chest only Sierra’s presence can soothe.
"Oh, you wouldn’t be picking me up?" Sierra doesn’t meet my eyes when she asks, and the pink colouring her cheeks has me grinning so wide I’m sure she thinks I’m a lunatic. She’s disappointed that I won’t be the one picking her up and embarrassed that she felt the need to ask. There’s a heavy, impossible to ignore feeling of triumph threatening to take flight in my stomach.
“I’ll be at the gym too early getting everything ready. But I promise that Clayton will take care of you. He won’t spend another day on this earth if he doesn’t.”
The way she’s looking at me has my breath catching in my throat as I struggle to swallow back the urge to jump over the table and sit down beside her. I want to pull her tight enough that we could be super glued together.
"Are you saying you like it when I call you my little fighter?" I smirk, obsessed with the way she can’t help but fight me on everything. I sit further into the booth and cross my arms for a few seconds, waiting for her to push me on it but she doesn’t. "That's what I thought, baby."
Braden: Wear something gold. Gold? I don’t think I have anything gold. Wait, how did he know that I was struggling?
Fingering the chain around my neck again, my blown gaze follows Braden as he finally makes his way into the shimmering light. A shiny black robe hangs loosely from his shoulders, leaving his defined chest bare for all to see. My mouth waters as the individual muscles flex on their own accord, almost as if to torture me.
A cheek splitting smile spreads across my face as soon as his wandering eyes clash against mine with enough emotion to pull a whimper from my throat. A beyond obvious, cheesy wink from my playboy boxer is all it takes to forget about everything and lift my own arms in the air to join in the excited cheers, happier than I have been in years.
"Yeah, Sierra's mine."
desperate to find my golden girl. And when I do, my arm shoots to the ceiling in a victory-like celebration. She wore what I asked. Pride surges through me when our eyes meet, my lungs constricting in a way that has me wanting to clutch my chest. I fight off the feeling and let a smile light up my face, aching to scream a hurray at the ceiling when she smiles back, shining from head to toe with pure, unfiltered bliss.
The gold top clinging to her skin is a near-perfect match to the colour of my shorts and gloves. She looks exactly how I pictured. I swear my heart slides to my throat when the light catches on the silver chain wrapped loosely around her dainty neck, the shine capturing my attention and holding it hostage as the room blurs behind her.
But she is wearing it. And I don’t think I ever want it back. The rush of contentment that falls on my shoulders fills me with more than enough confidence to make this a quick, easy fight. I’ve never wanted to bail on a fight so bad in my life. I need to touch her, tell her she’s mine and there’s no room for discussion.
After shooting her a cheesy wink that has her throwing her arms up to cheer me
Suddenly the only touch I feel is hers as she drags her thumb above what I can only assume is a decently split brow. My eyes close at the gentle touch as the throb becomes a thing of the past.
"You've definitely looked better," she replies lightly, her beautiful face all scrunched up with concern. I want to reach out and grab onto her, but her fingertips leave my face before I can, and I’m left with a raw feeling of disappointment. Opening my eyes again, I see her knelt down on the floor, getting ready to take over my father’s task of cleaning my wounds. It’s then that I realize we’re alone, everyone having taken off. "I scared them off, eh?" I mumble, watching her with an intensity I’m sure she feels in her gut. She scrunches her lips to the side as
There’s an unguarded sense of worry on her face, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t fill me with pleasure to have her want to fix me up. I want to bottle up the look in her eyes and keep it for a bad day. "Your concern is adorable, baby. But I always thought our first time role playing nurse and patient would involve a bed, not a wooden bench."
Her skin is warm and soft and I want nothing more than to go home and feel every inch of it pressed against mine. "I'm just teasing, my little fighter. I really do appreciate your help."
did, but it’s adorable that she still felt the need to tell me. "You know what I do need, though?" She cocks a brow, entertaining the question. "A celebratory kiss. I did win for you, after all."
