There is no mistaking how badly I want her, my cock throbs, my hands itch, and my mouth waters to quench that craving to taste this woman I’ve had for far too long.
Still a few feet away from me, she tilts her head ever so slightly and chews on her bottom lip. I want that lip. Want it touching my own. Want it wrapped around my dick, licking a hot blaze up my shaft.
“Your house looks like a tiny castle. I didn’t pay attention when I left here before. I find it sexy, heartwarming, and quite possibly the sweetest thing that you’d buy a house fit for your princess.” Her lips stretch into a smile that doesn’t quite reach her sorrowful eyes. I can’t blame her as they mirror my own.
A gasp tumbles out of her mouth when she looks up to the tiny tower higher above the rest of the house. That tower is what sold me when I searched for the right home for Lexi and me. The top is her bedroom. The bottom is her playroom. Of course, it was a surprise to my princess. One that had her so damn excited she didn’t shut up for weeks after we moved in.
But I don’t want to talk about my house, my daughter or anything else except the reason Sienna is here.
Her eyes dart to where I’m rubbing my thumb over the tips of my fingers. I used to do that whenever we’d be in a room full of people, and I was dying to touch her. There’s no one stopping me now. All she has to do is spit those words out I want to hear.
Those light green eyes meet mine, flowing with hundreds of questions. I can see them as clear as day. Hear them turning in her head.
It guts me for not telling her about Luca before I claim her, but once I do, Lorenzo will come clean with her because I won’t keep secrets from Sienna ever again.
“I’m nervous,” she admits, swiping her tongue across her lip again. That move is straight up making me lose my mind.
I want to kiss this woman so damn bad. Swipe her bad memories away with my tongue. That regret at putting them there will live inside of me for the rest of my life. I’ll be damned if I’ll let it rule me any longer once I have her again.
“That makes two of us. It won’t stop me from kissing you, won’t stop me from cupping those full tits in my hands, pinching those nipples until you arch your back, and I take them in my mouth. It won’t stop me from tasting your pussy until you come all over my face. It sure as hell won’t stop me from fucking you over and over. Above all that, Sienna, I want you to give me your broken heart and let me heal it.” I lift my chin in a challenge, tone like gravel due to wanting her to trust me completely. For her to know, she is worth more than the way Joseph made her believe.
I want, and I’m going to get back the woman I once knew, and together we will deal with the heartache laid at our feet.
I place my hands above the frame of the door, lean in until I’m close enough to follow the path of her tongue. Our chemistry ricochets off each other, sparks getting higher by the second.
She looks up at me, that sorrow clouding over with burning desire.
Fuck, there she is, the girl that was wild and ferocious and blew my mind in bed so much that I couldn’t get enough.
The mistakes I made back then not to tell anyone I was in love with Sienna gut me all over again. Yet, with our raw emotions flying all over the place, the way our heartbreaking situation has drawn us back to one another, I forget about how I fucked up.
My soul’s purpose, along with it belonging to Lexi and my son, is for Sienna to live again.
“Say it,” I demand. Tone rough and jagged. “Tell me what you want. Tell me you’re mine.” My nose barely grazes the side of hers. I inhale her sharp intake of breath. If she doesn’t hurry, I’m going to lose the last bit of restraint I have left and take her against the side of my house.
Fuck the fact that I bought a house in a friendly watch neighborhood. They’ll get an eyeful of me thrusting into her tight little body that’s begging to be devoured.
A moan that shoots straight to my dick escapes her mouth when she lifts her hands. One brushes over my bottom lip, the other flat on my bare chest, right over the tattoo I had etched into my skin. A reminder of what I’d lost. Her touch as much welcome as it is torture, knowing how much I missed her.
My body jolts with vibrations that have me struggling like a barbarian not to tug that shirt down and expose those breasts.
“I want you to kiss me. Touch me everywhere. Take me to your bed and give me your all. In other words, I want you to fuck me, Lane.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m burning with a roaring flame for this woman.
I yank her into me, wrap my arms around her, and slam my mouth down on hers at the same time my hands dive into all that blazing hair, palming her head.
When her plump lips part, my mind lights on fire, and the warmth of her mouth spreads throughout my entire body. Sienna is a necessity I will no longer go without.
Swear on my life, this kiss is my salvation.
Our tongues collide. Slow and seductive. I can’t recall the last time I kissed a woman. I know not one of them had my heart pounding so damn hard that I’d gladly let it smash right through my chest.
Sparks fly. Flames ignite.
Fire and ice.
Sliding my hands down to grip her ass, I yank her off her feet, getting those long legs to wrap around my waist. Without losing her mouth, I kick the door shut and twist the lock. With long strides, a throbbing cock, and having her close to me, I make it to my bedroom where I shut the door, lock it, and pray Lexi doesn’t wake.
“La Mia Vita,” I groan, slipping my hands underneath her sleep pants to grab her ass only to find her bare.
Jesus Christ.
I squeeze as she takes advantage and slides up and down my length.
My chest heaves when I drop her to my bed—the outdoor lights shadow the outline of the woman who has starred in every one of my fantasies, her lips swollen, eyes drifting south to my dick.
“Are you sure you want me to touch you?” I want the reassurance one more time to know she’s here with me and not thinking about the ways Joseph defiled her all these years.
“Yes, I want you, Lane.” She moans, making it damn hard not to strip her down and fuck her right here.
I place a knee to the bed, hook a hand around her neck, tilting it back for the assault I crave on her skin as I drag her to the edge. My other hand trails up to palm a breast, and her tiny sighs of submission drive me insane.
My entire body throbs with such potent need for this woman that when my lips hit the flesh at her neck, my balls pull tight. I’m not sure I can be gentle with her.
As if she can read my mind, her hands grab my ass, tugging me on top of her, nails digging in through the thin fabric of my shorts.
I groan.
“Touch me,” she pants as I drag my teeth down over her neck. Hearing her ask, those noises escaping her mouth winds up.
As if I could be wound any tighter.
I force myself to stand and drop my shorts. I’m planning on taking my time getting reacquainted with that tight little body, not about to have a barrier between us when my dick yells he needs to slip inside.
I grip my shaft, hard tugs up and down.
Sienna squirms, that damn tongue darting out again as her heady gaze locks on my hand.
Goddamn, I love it when she looks at me like that. Can’t stop visualizing the young girl who in front of everyone acted innocent. She was until I got my greedy hands on her, drawing her untamed side out. It turned me on like nothing else.
“Take your clothes off if you want me to touch you.” I release my cock. The veins are throbbing in anger, on the verge of bursting as he points toward the ceiling. Fuck me; I’m aching.
My brain struggles to get oxygen into my lungs when her hands go to the waistband of her pants. Eyes still on mine, she slowly slides them down her trembling legs, tosses them onto the floor and arches her back in a tease as she inches the shirt over her head. Her pussy, tits, and delectable mouth all waiting for my hands, mouth, and cock.
Nervous,
my ass. This woman is a bottle of sin and seduction. She hasn’t forgotten how to taunt me to please.
I don’t give myself the privilege to study her body. Not yet. I want that face etched into my memory when I touch her.
“You’re mine, Sienna. We will start over. We will fight together. However long it takes us, we will make it through every damn thing in life that tries to drag us down.” I punctuate my words that wrench on my heartstrings. Our son has to come back. I refuse to believe life can be so damn cruel any more to a woman that’s lived ten years in the pits of hell protecting her child.
“I believe you. Tonight, I need you to fuck me. Tomorrow we can talk.” Something more noticeable than her carnal plea splinters through her eyes. Whatever it is, doesn’t belong in this bed—not tonight.
Once again, I drop to my knees, hands going to her thighs and I spread her wide. Her pussy is pink and bare and glistening with arousal. Parting her with my fingers, I watch her expression as I plunge two fingers inside, thumb locking on her clit. Her head thrashes back and forth, hips buck into my hand. Her glazed-over eyes roll when I thrust in and out of her tight little channel.
“Over the decade, did you wish it was me finger fucking you when you touched yourself? Did you want my cock stretching you, filling you? Did you want my tongue tasting how sweet you are?” I want that mouth to continue using her voice. I want her to tell me exactly what she wants.
I ruthlessly drive my fingers in and out of her drenched desire, my cock like granite as I watch her start to fall apart. She is so damn tight, so fucking perfect; I’m going to be straining not to come within seconds once I’m inside.
I groan when she plants her feet on the bed, pushes to sit, fingertips glide down my stomach that spasms under her touch. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock. One hundred percent the Sienna I remember as she pumps me in her hand, thumb running around my throbbing head. Gathering the pearl-colored bead glistening at my slit and bringing it up to her mouth.
And she sucks.
“Yes, I did. It’s always been you, Lane.” When my name rolls off her tongue, I feel the power of it wrap tightly around the organ, pounding hard in my chest.
“Fuck, Sienna.” That’s what I want to do is fuck as much as I want to make her come until she screams she can’t anymore.
Hand going to my dick again, she grabs the back of my neck, tugging me forward to kiss the ever-loving hell out of me while I finger fuck her hard and deep. Ripples of pleasure shake through her body as she trembles and clamps down on my finger, riding out her orgasm all over my hand.
She cries out when I press her onto her back, slip my finger out of her and press it into her mouth. “Taste yourself.” She moans around her tongue, sending the vibration right up my arm.
I’d love nothing more than to wedge my face between her legs. At the moment, I want to swipe her flavor off her tongue.
I hunch over her, hook one leg over my shoulder and push us into the center of the bed, planting myself in between those spread thighs. My cock is soaking up her dampness as I grind. I latch onto a nipple that is begging for attention. Sucking until I’ve left a mark, and I groan as she draws my finger in and out of the warm well of her mouth.
“Can’t wait to have my cock between those tits. My cum marking what’s mine.”
Licking up her neck, I collide my mouth with hers, run my hand down the curves of her body until I’ve hit my target, dipping two fingers inside and fuck her with my tongue and fingers in sync with each other. Neither of us comes up for air until she screams my name into my mouth through another orgasm.
“I want your sweet little cunt. Want it like never before. You ready for me?” I wind my hand around her jaw, sweeping it over the soft skin of her cheek. Thumb pressed to her fluttering pulse.
“Yes—” floats assuredly out of her.
Keeping my hand on her face, my eyes on her, I lift my hips, grip my dick, and slowly push inside.
Shit. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this sweet pussy—fucking hell.
I snap my eyes closed, hated taking them off her beautiful face, but I need a minute to collect myself. Can’t seem to help it.
Feeling her heat bursts forth and enthralls me. I brace my hands at the sides of her head; with every inch, I memorize the feel of her tightness expanding around me as she adjusts to my size. It’s indescribable. Silk wrapping around me. Warmth like I’ve never imagined.
“Give me a minute. You feel too good.” Heaven. The sweetest torture.
“You feel good, too. Better than good, Lane.” I let her words sink into my skin. My breathing picks up, heartbeat racing against my ribs.
I release a feral groan when the urge to move pinches my balls. I pull out and slam back inside hard enough that a growl of pleasure rips from my throat.
When her pussy clamps down in a vise-like grip, the scent of her filling my nose, I lose my goddamn mind. Insanity devours my vision, and I fuck her—driving my dick to power faster into her slick, wet heat.
My hips thrust harder than ever before, hers rolling, teeth sinking into my shoulder. I bury myself inside of her with every deep push. My cock is screaming out to blow. She feels too damn good for me to let go just yet.
A smirk tilts the corners of my lips as my eyes take in the sheer bliss carved all over her face.
While my length pushes in and out of her pussy, my mouth takes hold of hers. I don’t think I’ll ever be tired of kissing her.
My cock pulses, her pussy tightens. I devour the loud, satisfying noises escaping her mouth with mine as she grips so hard—her mouth as thirsty for mine as I am for hers.
“Come for me.”
It takes little time for her to clamp back down on me. Her cries of passion, her release all over me, hits deep. I come on a roar, my entire body twitching, shaking with spasms as my cum coats her sweet, sweet walls.
“La Mia Vita,” I whisper, dropping my forehead to hers. For a few minutes, we got lost in each other’s eyes. In the depths of our pain. In the past. In the calm before the eye of the storm.
“You okay?”
She nods, her expression changes to admiration as if she still can’t make sense of the connection we share.
I sure the hell don’t understand after all this time either. But I know what I want. Know what I need.
And it’s her.
Chapter Fifteen
Sienna
Life is short, they say, don’t waste it dwelling over what is out of your control. When a person lives a normal, healthy, happy one, I agree. When you live in a toxic environment, the days seem like they will never end. However, if you pursue a goal in trying to achieve happiness, then time flies by in a blink of an eye. It’s a crazy notion, but it’s true.
Spending these past few weeks with Lane and Lexi has flown fast. My happiness has come and gone. Worse, with each passing day, my guilt and grief build. It’s horrible and overpowering, and no matter how hard I try to shake them away, they have an iron-clad grip on my soul.
I’ve found myself laughing more times than I have in ten years, but when everything around me is silent, that’s when my thoughts carry me away. Hearing that strange sound known as deep laughter coming out of me is as foreign as sleeping without a nightmare.
Or, knowing I won’t ever have to lay my head on a pillow after a day in Hell only to wake before the Devil and prepare myself to walk through the fire all over again.
It’s as abnormal as falling asleep and waking up with safe arms wrapped around me.
Lane has drawn the woman I once was sexually right out of me with a simple touch. Kissing me until we had to break for air, then he was right back, working my mouth with harsh lashes of his tongue—teeth nipping at my neck, down my chest, where he feasted on my breasts—his fingers and cock taking ownership of my body, driving me clear out of my mind.
I missed living in a world where I feel like I can breathe again.
I missed me, but until Luca is in my arms, the best part of
me will always be missing.
Lane has tried everything to show me it’s okay to move forward. Not only in bed, but with getting to know each other, and every time I try to take a step, I glance down to find I’m still standing on a dividing line between what my head is telling me is right, and my heart it’s wrong.
I’m at war with myself.
The sad part is I know Lane is too. I mean, our companionship, our caring for one another. Our relationship growth is moving forward, but our spirits, our lack of true happiness is far behind.
There’s one thing I’ve noticed with Lane, and it is the best part of him. He’s not once let his grief show with Lexi, except for today, which should have been the perfect day at the Galveston Pier with Logan, Ellie, and Braxton, and then following them back to their place to sit on the beach.
I have a feeling whatever has made him draw into himself is going to cause me to lose the little happiness I’ve found.
Lane is hiding something from me. My heart has been pounding like a jackhammer all day with the possibilities of what it could be. I can’t explain it, call it intuition, call it a woman who wore a mask for years is usually the first to pick up when someone else is. Call it the same strange vibes I felt vibrate through me with my father when I went to tell him Lane is Luca’s dad. Or, hell, maybe it’s Lane’s heart calling out to me to save it from drowning in misery.
But something is going on. Something I have a feeling the man has been holding onto for a while, and it’s eating him alive. He’s wound up. Muscles are continually twitching in his jaw and nerves on edge.
And the weird thing is, there isn’t a doubt in my mind whatever he’s hiding, my father told Lane to keep it from me.
I know it has to do with Luca. There’s nothing else it could be.
During breakfast was when I first noticed a change in Lane. His mood never faltered from the attentive father he is. Or, the way he’s been treating me as if I were the queen living in his remarkable castle with its homely lived-in vibe. A cherry wood grained kitchen that Lexi and I have spent so much time in, an Olympic-sized pool and his bedroom done in tones of gray and black. I could go on and on about how much I love his house.
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