by Amber Skyze
They walked to her car in silence. Sierra had a million questions running through her head but afraid to ask any of them. What happened in there was his business and if he wanted to share it with her he would. Until then she’d wait.
“Are you okay?” she asked, once they settled in her car.
“Fine. I wish you hadn’t come down and bailed me out.” He stared out the window.
“Why? It’s the least I could do.”
“Yeah. You’ve suffered enough because of me. You don’t need to add this mess to the list.”
She reached out and touched his leg. “I’m here because I want to be. No one made me come down here. And no one makes me do anything I don’t want to do. You’re here because of me.”
“I’m here because I chose the wrong person to kick out of your bar.” He turned to her. “But you know what? I’d do it again if it prevented a fight from breaking out. What that kid did tonight was wrong. You don’t throw your drink at anyone, specially a lady.”
A twinge of jealousy coursed through her veins at the mention of the drink incident. Was he interested in Lita? Is that why he picked a fight with Johnny McCoy? She could definitely see why a man would be interested in her. She was beautiful. Flawless. Everything Sierra wasn’t.
“Hello, Earth to Sierra.”
“What? Oh…sorry. What did you say?”
He intertwined their fingers. “I said, thank you.” He kissed the tips of each finger.
She melted under his touch. “You’re welcome.”
“Can you take me back to my truck and I’ll be out of your way, finally.”
She put the car in gear and hit the accelerator. He was ready to leave. Would this be their last goodbye? Would she finally have the closure she’d been looking for?
“I thought I heard them say you can’t leave town.”
He laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I think the kid watched too many cop shows growing up. I mean seriously. Do you think they can’t find me? I’m not that far away. They have all the details from my license, including my home address.”
Sierra didn’t find this humorous. She was afraid for him. What if they had meant it? What if he left and they brought him back to jail? Then what? She shook the thought from her mind. What was really going on in her head? Was she panicking? Afraid if he left town he’d leave her for good?
That was the way it had to be, wasn’t it? Those were the boundaries she set up when she allowed Foul Play to play in her bar. One night. One night for closure. Now he was sitting in the passenger seat of her car and Sierra wasn’t so sure she was ready for the closure she thought she was seeking all along.
“Why don’t you stay at my house,” she suggested.
Her fingers wrapped around the steering wheel tightly waiting for his answer. Had she really offered up her house to him? The idea of having him in her house, in her bed was ludicrous. It was bad enough she’d allowed him to fuck her in the bar. Bringing him home would make it that much more personal. A level she wasn’t ready to go to with anyone, not even Reed Walker.
“The sun will be coming up soon and I’d like to get some sleep. Are you sure you don’t mind me crashing at your place?”
“Not at all.” She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Reed was coming home. To sleep in her bed.
* * * * *
“Nice place you have here,” Reed said, as they entered her apartment over the bar.
“It works for me.”
“I’m sure it does.” It was small but not too small for one person. And she had the best commute to work. “Do you like living over the bar?”
“You mean because of the noise? I’m in the bar most of the time anyway, so it doesn’t bother me. And if I happen to have the night off I deal. It’s my bread and butter.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Please feel free to sit.” She pointed to the couch.
With all her overstuffed decorative pillows, he wondered how she sat on the couch. Being polite he took a seat. She was offering him a place to crash after all.
“If you like you can sleep in my bed and I’ll take the couch.”
“Oh,” he said, surprised. He was hoping to have her wrapped in his arms. Not another room away from him.
“What is it?” she questioned.
“I just thought… I hoped that maybe you would…”
“Would what?”
“Let me hold you,” he confessed. He didn’t care if they didn’t have sex. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms, close to him. But he could see she was struggling with the idea. Why? Why didn’t she want to be close to him?
“Reed, I…” She patted her legs and sprang off the couch. “It’s not that I don’t find the thought of being in your arms appealing, it’s just that I’m tired.”
She was lying. He saw the way she averted her eyes when she spoke. It wasn’t about being tired.
“I promise I won’t take advantage of you. You can keep your clothes on. I just want to hold you.” This time he lied. His cock grew stiff just thinking about her being in his arms. He wanted to slide inside her and pump his seed into her over and over until they were both too sore to move. But he would do the gentlemanly thing like he said and just hold her.
“You promise.”
Was that a hint of relief in her eyes? A promise to keep her clothes on and she was thinking about his offer?
“I swear.”
Her shoulders sagged in obvious relief. She turned and stared out the window.
“I’ll be on my best behavior.” God, he hoped he could keep his cock under control.
“Okay.” She kept her back to him. What was bothering her so much?
He stood and stepped over to where she stood looking out the window. He placed his hand on the small of her back.
“Are you okay?” He didn’t want to force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
“Yes, I’m fine.” She smiled up at him. “Just tired. Ready for bed?”
“Lead the way.”
Her bedroom was not how he pictured it. The deep dark colors of the furniture and the bed set were in contrast to the pale colors he’d imagined. The walls were painted a grayish color. Definitely not what he imagined.
“You’ve got a gothic style going on.”
“Yes, I like my room.”
He sensed her irritation. He wasn’t trying to insult her.
“I like it. I just thought being a woman and all you’d have girly colors.”
She laughed.
“What?”
“You’re such a guy. Just because I’m a woman I should have pinks, purples or yellows? These colors represent my heart and what it feels most of the time.”
Ouch. Did she think she had a bleeding heart? Was her bleeding heart from the years they spent apart?
“I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry.”
“No worries.” He watched her retrieve a pair of panties from the dresser drawer and slip them on. She slipped off her skirt and laid it on the edge of the bed.
“I know I promised you could keep your clothes on but I hate sleeping with anything on. Is that going to be a problem for you?”
“Nope.” She scooted under the covers with her shirt and panties still intact. Lifting the covers up to her chin.
Reed shrugged out of his clothes, down to total nakedness and slipped under the blankets next to her. The satin sheets caressed his back and bare ass. He couldn’t understand how she could sleep with clothes on in these sheets. It was like heaven.
He reached his arm out offering her a place to rest her head. She accepted and cuddled into the crook of his arm.
“I could stay in your bed forever.” He felt her grow stiff in his arms. “These sheets are divine.” She relaxed again. What was going on inside her? Did she not want him here? If that was the case why had she offered him a place to sleep?
“I’m glad you approved.” She snuggled deeper into hi
s embrace.
She yawned.
“Am I keeping you awake?” he asked. He kissed the top of her head. And before he knew what was happening his cock came alive. Sierra had that effect on him. She stirred emotions he’d long since forgotten existed and that scared the hell out of him.
“No, just thinking.”
“About?” Maybe she was thinking about the accident and wanted to finally talk about what happened. That would be an improvement but Reed wasn’t so sure he wanted to talk about it right now. Not when he had an impressive hard-on going on. It was a shame to waste a good erection when he had a beautiful woman in his arms.
“This,” she said wrapping her hand around his shaft.
“Oh,” was all he could muster to say. He was too shocked. He thought his invitation was for sleeping only. He didn’t think he was going to get lucky again.
She continued stroking him. He moved his hips with her slow steady strokes. He wanted to be inside her wet pussy, caressing the walls of her cunt. He wanted to feel his balls slapping against her ass cheeks.
He groaned.
“You don’t like.”
“Oh I like. I like way too much.” He pulled her closer, searching for her mouth. In a hurried desperation he captured her lips.
His hand reached out for her breasts. He massaged her breast through the fabric separating his hand and her tender skin. He wanted her naked, beneath him. He moved to lift her shirt up, to touch her skin.
Her hand clasped over his.
“Sierra?” In the darkness he searched her eyes for answers.
“The shirt remains on,” she said, through gritted teeth.
Damn, what was going on? He’d seen the scars. So why was she making such a big deal out of this.
“If you insist,” he said releasing his hold on her shirt.
“I do.” She softened when she realized he wasn’t going to push the issue.
But he planned to, just not now. He was too horny and too exhausted to fight her now.
His hand slipped down and he rubbed his finger against her clit.
“Can these come off?”
“If you’re a good boy,” she teased.
“Oh I can be a good boy.” He flipped her on her back and straddled her, pinning her to the bed. “I can be a very good boy.”
The streetlight shone in her face, providing Reed with a look of terror. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Sierra, what’s wrong?” he scooped her into his arms. “Please don’t be afraid of me. I only want to bring you pleasure.”
“I’m not afraid,” she said, pushing out of his arms. “I just want to be clear that my shirt remains on.”
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to. I wasn’t going to tear your clothes off. I’ve never forced myself on a woman and I’m not about to start now.”
He rolled off her to his side of the bed and turned his back to her. He was hurt and angry. He would never do anything to betray her trust. Not in a million years.
“Good night, Sierra.” He couldn’t bear to see the look on her face. That look of fear haunted him, rocking him to the core. He’d seen it once before when they were in the car accident and she looked to her left only to find him not there. But relief came when she looked behind her and found him in the backseat.
She touched his back. “I’m sorry, Reed. I’m not trying to hurt you. I know you would never do anything to hurt me. I panicked.”
Her sorrow filled his heart, breaking him inside.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “Get some rest. It’s been a long night.”
She eased away and he sensed she turned away. What the fuck just happened? He only wanted to make love to the woman he’d missed for so long and she freaked. Freaked like he was going to rape her or something. He’d never hurt her. He had to make this right.
He rolled over and spooned her.
“I’m sorry.” He kissed her neck.
“Me too.”
He held her tightly afraid to let go. He planted tiny kisses over her neck and shoulder.
“Want to start over?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Her hand reached behind her and she stroked his manhood for a second time. He didn’t wait, his hand sought her pussy. Dipping into her panties, his finger slipped into her folds. She was still nice and wet.
Desire crept up his skin. His balls tightened with each stroke of her soft hand. He wanted to plunge into the depths of her cunt. But he refrained. He would move at her pace, for fear he’d scare her again.
She moaned when his finger entered her channel. She pushed her bottom against his stiff cock. His finger slid in and out coating her lips with her sweet honey. Her folds swelled under his touch.
It was all he could do to not fist his penis and ram it into her waiting pussy.
“Are you sure?”
She moaned again and brushed her finger over his leg.
“Condom,” she uttered.
Reed removed his finger and reached for his pants. He still had some left. He pulled out the remaining few, removed one and tossed the others aside. He quickly sheathed himself. He spooned her again when he realized she wasn’t going to offer herself any other way.
He nestled his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Brushing his lips across her shoulder he whispered, “Last chance to change your mind.”
“Never.”
His cock nestled into her hot channel. Her juices coated the condom allowing him to glide in with ease. When he filled her to the brim, she pushed him deeper.
“Fuck me, Reed,” she whispered.
Gripping her hip Reed ground his cock further into her canal, her slickness heating his penis. She felt so right.
He guided her left leg up onto his so he could have better access to her clit. As he rocked into her tight walls, his finger rubbed her clit in tiny circles.
“Oh Reed. That feels so incredible.”
He picked up the pace, his finger rubbing harder against the nub. She bucked her hips back against him, demanding him to fill her deeper and deeper while he played with her magic button.
Her cries of ecstasy were making him lose his grip on reality. She was so vocal.
“Yes. Yes. Rub harder. Fuck me. That’s it.”
Reed tried to focus on fucking her and not on her cries of glory.
“I’m going to explode all over your cock, Reed.”
He didn’t know who this Sierra was but he liked her. He loved the way she demanded what she wanted. How she told him what was going on with her body.
He wanted to reach up and tweak her nipple but knew he couldn’t. He had to keep his hands below her waist and nowhere else or he could risk losing her forever.
Increasing his speed, Reed dragged his finger up and down her folds, teasing her clit. His cock drove into her slick pussy with a fierceness Reed didn’t know existed.
“Oh. My. God. It’s… I’m… Oh, fuck.” She grabbed a pillow and clung to it. Muffling the last of her screams.
Reed felt her pussy contracting against his cock. Her body shuddered while she rode through the orgasm. He didn’t let up on rubbing her clit. Her body responded by continuing to climax over and over. When her body began to settle Reed wasted no time in starting over again. He wanted to hear her cry out all morning long.
As he pumped into her again he felt the building of his own orgasm. Wanting to hear her lovely voice crying out his name, begging him to make her come harder, he rubbed her swollen clit.
She cried out as he emptied his seed into the condom. They lay both trying to catch their breath. Reed gathered her close. Their sweat mingled together as he kissed her neck.
“Oh Reed. I never knew my body could handle so many orgasms.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promised. He nibbled on her earlobe. Reed wanted to open her body to new experiences. Show her how much pleasure two people could have.
“Mmm.” She ran her fingernail over his leg. “I can�
�t wait for round two.”
Reed slipped out of bed and discarded the condom in the bathroom. He returned to snuggle close to her.
She rested her head on his chest as he held her. She felt right in his arms again. Perfect. He wished he could put them in a time capsule and stay like this forever.
Chapter Four
Sierra thought she’d died and gone to heaven when she woke the next day. Until she reached out her hand to pull Reed closer, wanting to hear the steady beating of his heart, only to find his side of the bed empty.
Her pussy ached but she wanted him again. And again. And again. She couldn’t get enough of him.
She listened closely for the sound of the shower or the smell of coffee brewing. Nothing. In fact the only thing she was certain of was the dead silence. She felt eerily alone.
Jumping out of bed, panic filled her. She searched every room only to come up empty. She returned to the bedroom ready to cry. He’d left her. This time he turned the tables on her.
Then she spotted it. A note sitting on the nightstand.
Thanks for letting me crash. Had to run. Talk to you soon.
That was it. Short and not so sweet. The only evidence he was ever there was her sore pussy, a few love marks on her neck and a note.
Well that had been two weeks ago and still no word from Reed. She should be thankful he hadn’t contacted her. But she wasn’t. She was hurt. Empty inside. She longed for him. To see him again. Longed to feel his strong protective arms wrapped around her.
The only good thing that came out of that night was that Johnny hadn’t returned to her bar. For whatever reasons he stayed away and that was fine with her. She didn’t need trouble in her establishment.
She was on the phone when Reed walked through the door. He strutted over to the bar, as if he’d never walked out of her life.
“Listen Lita, someone’s here. I’m sorry you’re feeling sick but don’t worry about it. I’ll figure something out for tonight. You rest and I’ll talk to you soon.”
She hung up and walked over to him. “What can I get for you?”
“Sounds like you’re in need of a band tonight. I know it’s short notice but I can pull the guys together to help you out if you’d like.”
