by Lana Hartley
I can’t believe Nate took me here.
I can’t believe he’s letting me say goodbye in the right way.
Once again, a glimmer of hope shines in my heart as I think that maybe Nate feels deeply for me. Maybe he’s not the monster I painted him out to be.
I know he has his reasons for keeping me close. I wish I knew what they were. I wish he would be transparent with me and talk to me about what’s going on.
But at this moment, all I know is that Nate has given me the greatest gift. He’s given me the gift of closure.
I walk slowly to my father’s grave.
I feel like my legs will give out any moment, but Nate is holding me up as if he knows I need his support.
I can’t do this.
I can’t say goodbye to my beloved father.
This can’t be the end.
I cross the cemetery, and I can see nothing except for Daddy’s casket.
It’s a sight I thought I’d never see, something I never even considered, losing Daddy.
Instinctively, I touch the diamonds around my neck.
The moment he gave them to me crosses my mind, like a distant memory. It was the last time that my world made sense.
But Nate’s strong arms around my body, holding me steady and giving me strength, remind me that, in my misery, I’ve also found something special...him.
He’s given me a new lease on life, someway, somehow, even if I am his prisoner.
His motives may not be clear to me, but slowly, I find that I’m able to trust him more and more.
“You okay, Sienna?” he asks as we approach the spot where my father will forever be put in the ground.
“Yeah. I can do this. I have to do this.”
The rain falls heavily now, sweeping across my face and mingling with my fresh tears.
I can see one thing...my father’s grave.
We get closer and closer, and my heart feels heavy. It’s a sullen and dark kind of emptiness that overtakes me.
I’ll never feel his arms around me.
I’ll never be able to call and ask for advice.
I’ll never smell his familiar scent, of pipe tobacco mixed with cologne.
This is really goodbye.
I’m fatherless.
I sink down and put my arms over the casket, hoping I can bring him back.
It’s not over, Daddy, is it?
Nate sits back, watching me.
Daddy, I whisper.
I just want to say this eternal goodbye.
I will love you for all the days of my life.
I will never forget you. And I know you’ll keep on living in my heart. Promise to never leave me. Promise to watch over me.
I love you, Daddy. And I’ll do my best to make you proud.
I say these final things to my father in the grave and then I collapse onto the rain-soaked ground.
My sobbing is uncontrollable. There’s no holding back from this pain inside me.
Blackness takes me over.
I feel nothing. I see nothing, except for inescapable grief and despair.
There’s no way out. There’s no way through. The heartache threatens to overwhelm me.
And just when I think there’s nothing left, a pair of big, strong arms pick me up.
I’m limp. He carries me back to the limousine.
Tears fall. Rain falls. And I fall back into him...Nate. He’s my only source of strength now.
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” he’s saying.
His words are music to my ears, comforting and full of reassurance.
“Can you tell me, Nate, that there will be a day when I’ll smile again?” I ask.
He takes his suit jacket off and puts it on the wet ground beneath the tree where we were.
“Sit here, Sienna.”
I curl up into a little ball on his coat. And I watch as he goes to get a bottle of champagne from the limousine.
He walks back to me, popping the cork on the way.
Then he sits next to me and leans against the tree. He offers me the bottle. I take a long swig, hoping to drown out my sorrows.
And then the most curious thing happens.
Nate says, “Remember that time your father caught us sneaking off the grounds, at, like, two in the morning?”
I look at him. His dark eyes penetrate mine even now.
“Yeah,” I say. “He was so pissed. I was grounded for a month.”
He laughs easily at the memory, then he drinks some champagne.
It’s as if he and I are having our own memorial service to honor my father.
“We were going to a party,” Nate says. “Remember? It was in Bel Air. You were all dressed up and everything.”
“Oh, yeah,” I say. “I was so excited to sneak away from the mansion, always wanting my freedom.”
I look at up at him from under my thick eyelashes. He grimaces at the word freedom. He knows that’s all I crave even now. And he knows that he’s standing in my way.
But I don’t mention it.
Instead, he sits with me for hours, under the big oak tree and we talk about my dad. He helps me remember all the things I might’ve forgotten. He helps to remember the good times.
The sun is starting to go down, but the rain doesn’t subside.
“Do you remember that party, Sienna? It was your dad’s fiftieth, I think. And your mom took the cake, the impeccably made cake that probably cost a fortune, and smashed it in his face.”
I start giggling just thinking of it.
And it’s the funniest thing.
I suddenly realize, I have indeed found my smile again.
Nate
Rain pours from the skies, a mood befitting the occasion.
The oak tree provides a bit of escape as I hold Sienna close. We talk about fond memories from the past, smiling and laughing together as we recall our escapades and all the trouble we got into as teens.
Reminiscing is a great way to keep Hudson alive—if only in our hearts.
For Sienna, that’s all she has left of her father. For as long as I’ve known her, she’s been a daddy’s girl. His loss is hitting her hard.
My heart hurts for her.
It was a risk, bringing her back to LA. Even more so to bring her to the funeral, where any of Edison’s men could spot her. But what else was I supposed to do?
She deserves the right to say goodbye, to get her closure. I’m not that much of a monster that I’d keep her away on this emotional day. She’d hold it against me for the rest of my life.
But I’m always on guard. I have to keep her safe.
I pick up the empty champagne bottle and reach for her hand.
“C’mon, Sienna, it’s time to go.”
She stands up, a bit unsteady.
I wrap my arms around her as she takes one more wistful look toward Hudson Rose’s casket.
I’ve got it from here, Hudson. I’ll take good care of her.
Grabbing my jacket, I pull her close to my side and walk her back to the limo.
I give the driver instructions to take us to the Ritz-Carlton. The mansion is without a doubt under watch, and while Edison doesn’t know I’m in LA right now, he could sniff us out pretty easily with his network.
Fortunately, I have a lot of guys loyal to me, and for tonight, that’s all I need.
That and her.
We’re still soaked through as we walk into our expansive Ritz-Carlton suite.
I head to the bathroom and run a hot bath, filling it to the brim with bubbles before adding scented oils.
Wordlessly, I pull her into the bathroom and strip her down.
Her black Chanel dress pools at her feet, and I slip her bra and panties off and toss them on the floor.
So fucking beautiful.
Kissing her softly, I pull her naked body to mine before helping her into the tub.
She sinks down, leaning her head back against the tub—a pure vision of perfection.
I step in after her, sitting o
n the opposite side, admiring the view in front of me.
“What are you—” she says in surprise, before smiling.
“Hey, I’m cold, too. What better way to warm up?”
I smirk.
“Actually, I can think of a better way,” I add.
I grab her legs and pull her toward me, splashing a little water outside the tub as I do.
Her mouth opens in shock, but she doesn’t resist.
I pull her up so she’s straddling me, and I press my lips to hers in a soft kiss.
“You’re a goddess, Sienna,” I whisper, my mouth against hers.
The heat of the water has caused her face to flush slightly, making her even more beautiful.
“Thank you for today, Nate.”
I can see the sorrow still etched on her face.
“Of course. I wouldn’t let you miss this for the world, baby.”
My love for her is all-consuming.
She’s always on my mind. I want her to know that.
“I still can’t believe he’s gone...”
Her voice trails off.
“I know. I can’t replace him, but I can be your rock, your protector now.”
She wraps her hands around my neck, and I take that as a silent affirmation.
“Just leave it to me, Sienna.”
I mean every word. Never again will she feel alone, not with me by her side.
She clings to me, and I slowly lower her down onto my hard cock, kissing her neck and her chest. She moans as I run my hands up and down her back, thrusting gently.
The movements are making waves, threatening to splash over the sidewalls of the bathtub, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters right now is Sienna and her erotic pants as she says my name over and over again.
This fucking hold she’s got on me is something else.
I can no longer imagine a life without her.
What I want is for us to walk side by side for the rest of our lives, and I’ll do anything to make that fucking happen.
She comes alive when I fuck her—moaning, writhing, and begging for more.
When I look at her, I see my future. I see the love of my life.
My gorgeous blonde-haired goddess has me wrapped around her little finger.
I’ll never fucking let her know it, though.
The mood is erotic, laced with a tinge of grief. The passion is overwhelming.
She kisses me with fervor, tangling our tongues together.
I can still taste the champagne on her tongue. I want even more.
Gripping the side of the tub, I lift us both.
My cock still inside her, I wrap a towel around us, and we walk to the bed, never breaking the kiss.
Her pussy clenches around me, letting me know she’s close.
I’ll make you fucking explode, sweetheart.
Laying her on the edge of the bed, I push myself into her hard.
She gasps and cries out, dragging her nails down my back.
It’s a mix of pleasure and pain, and I take it as my cue to give her what she wants.
She feels so good, so fucking tight. I know I have to pace myself, or I’ll come too soon.
I pride myself on my stamina, but all reason and self-control goes out the door when I fuck Sienna.
I love the way she submits to me. The look in her eyes when she’s close. The way her hair fans out when she throws her head back as she comes.
She’s mine.
I love her. I’m in love with her.
She shudders beneath me as the waves of her orgasm overtake her, and I increase my pace, driving in and out to extend her pleasure.
My cock twitches as I draw near, but I don’t stop.
Instead, I fuck her harder, leaning down to kiss her as I grind my hips against hers.
She bites my bottom lip, and I come undone. One hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, I hold her body flush against the bed as I fuck her furiously.
When I finally come, the world goes white.
It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my fucking life. My cum trickles down as I pull out, and I collapse next to her on the bed.
I pull her close, cradling her head against my chest. A few moments later, her breath evens out, and I realize she’s fallen asleep.
I look down at her, admiring her stunning beauty and basking in the afterglow.
I kiss her forehead and whisper, “I love you, Sienna.”
She doesn’t hear me, but that’s okay.
There’ll be plenty of times to tell her in the future.
And I will.
For now, I just hold her close to me and vow to be the rock she needs moving forward.
Sienna
I wake up to Nate stroking my hair.
I don’t know how long I slept, nor do I remember falling asleep. I must’ve been exhausted. The events of the day wore me out—and of course, so did Nate.
Right now, I’m wrapped up in his warmth, and I can honestly say that there’s no better feeling in the world.
I feel safe, comfortable. Dare I even say it—loved.
I look up at him, smiling sleepily.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says with a grin. “Good nap?”
“Mm,” I moan, drawing lazy circles on his chest.
He leans down and kisses me. It’s tender, soft. His lips feel like velvet against my own.
It doesn’t take long for the mood to heat up between us. It never does.
Our kisses grow deeper, tongues seeking each other. I can feel the passion taking over.
He’s insatiable. I felt it from the moment we first slept together.
He’s always in control.
He dominates me, and I love it. But then, there are days like today and like our first time, when another side of him comes out. Then, I see glimpses of the Nate I knew years ago, and I know it’ll all be okay.
He’s still the same person I knew then; he’s just grown up and found himself in the thick of some not-so-pleasant things.
I look up to find him staring at me. The look in his eyes says what words don’t have to.
He genuinely cares about me. And I, him.
The emotion coursing between us makes butterflies flutter in my stomach.
My heart is racing now, just from a single look. Only he has ever made me feel this way.
The last several days have been emotional for me, but he’s been there through it all.
My protector. My rock.
He presses against me, and I can feel his cock growing stiff against my pussy. I reach down to stroke it, rubbing my hand over the tip, which is wet with pre-cum.
His hand wraps around the back of my head, tangling in my hair, and I can feel him pushing me down gently, a silent command.
One I’m all too happy to obey.
I take his cock in my hand, stroking it up and down, letting the tip of my tongue circle his tip before I take it in my mouth.
“Sienna...” I hear him groan as his hand tightens at the base of my scalp.
It’s far from painful. I actually enjoy it.
I push his hip, making him roll onto his back while I sink between his spread legs to get a better angle. His cock is massive, and it takes work to take it all in.
But I do, because I can tell it feels good for him.
And I want to make him happy.
As much as he enjoys me calling out his name, I enjoy hearing mine escape his lips. His sexy grunts and groans turn me on so much that I can’t help reaching down to play with myself while I’m sucking his cock.
I’m stroking him simultaneously as I deep throat him. I look up through half-lidded eyes to see him watching me intently.
There’s a muddle of desire, lust, and heat lurking there in his sexy dark eyes.
“Fuck, Sienna!” I hear him moan loudly, before he comes, throwing his head back.
He’s always in control, but I wonder how he’d feel if I took charge for a moment. I move up, straddling him and rubbing my wet pussy
against his still raging cock.
He grabs my hips and thrusts up into me before I have a chance to react.
Then, he flips me over so I’m on my back.
So much for trying to take control.
His movements are aggressive. However, when he kisses me, it’s anything but.
Warm lips kiss my neck and chest, drawing moans as I wrap my hands around his neck.
I want him closer, to feel the heat of his skin on mine. To hear our hearts beating as one.
His fingers gently rake up my thigh, then my sides, giving me goosebumps. He’s moving slow, driving deep inside me while he peppers me with kisses. His cock’s so searing hot, growing thicker each time he moves.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper.
Heat is pooling in my belly. I’m so close to the edge that I want to beg him to send me over.
So I do.
“Faster, Nate! Please!” I grind my hips, pushing up against him as hard as I can to match his movements.
I can hear him chuckle, but he picks up the pace, nails digging into my hips as he thrusts hard and fast, almost mercilessly.
It’s just what I need.
My body shudders as I fall into oblivion.
“Nate,” his name comes out a wanton pant. “Come in me. I want you to fill me up.”
He smirks down at me. “What my goddess wants, my goddess gets.”
He moves even faster, and then with one final hard thrust, he comes. His cock pulsing inside me keeps tickling my G-spot, driving me to the edge once more.
I squeeze my legs tighter, silently begging him not to move.
To let me enjoy this moment. To ride out this incredible wave of pleasure.
He makes no attempt to move but rather kisses me deeply.
I know what you’re trying to say, Nate. I can feel it.
I feel the same way.
After kissing for an eternity, he rolls off me but doesn’t let go. Instead, he pulls my back to his chest, spooning me.
I love this man; there’s no doubt about it. Maybe there’s a happily ever after for us after all. I don’t know how long we lie there, but we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
I’ve never felt this content before.
Nate
I wake up the next morning.
Last night was fucking amazing. Sienna gave everything in submitting to me. Nothing is more addictive than having the woman you adore begging for it.
