Just as I’m taking him back into my mouth, he fists the back of my scalp. I think for a second, he’s going to face fuck me, and right now, as turned on as I am, I probably wouldn’t mind.
But instead, he gathers my hair and gently pulls my mouth off him, bringing me to a standing position.
“As much as I enjoy your pretty lips wrapped around my dick, I need to be inside you.” He lifts me back onto the table, pushes my legs apart, and pulls me to the edge. He reaches down and grabs the condom his brother jokingly gave him and rips it open with his teeth. He rolls it over his shaft and then grabs my thighs, hauling my legs over his forearms.
His lips capture mine as he drives into me hard and deep. We’re so close I can feel his heart beating erratically against my own. As if we’ve become one in every way possible.
His thumb finds my clit, and with a few strokes, I detonate, my climax hitting me hard and fast. Kolton moans into my mouth, and even though he’s wearing a condom, I can feel when his orgasm hits him and his warm seed fills the rubber barrier.
Our kiss ends, and he drops his face into the crook of my neck, trying to catch his breath. “You realize what you just did, right?” he asks, lifting his head to look me in the eyes.
“What?”
“You solidified everything I already knew. How good we would be together… How amazing you would feel.” He presses his mouth to mine in a quick yet punishing kiss before he pulls back, leaving my head spinning. “You know what this means, right?”
“No… what?”
“You’re mine.”
Chapter 8
Kolton
* * *
“Is that box from Dunky Donuts?” Zane asks, his eyes lighting up.
“Yep.” I open the box, just long enough for him to get a peek before I close it. “Go grab some plates.”
He rushes into the kitchen, giving me enough time to drop the box on to the table and pull Sierra into my arms for a kiss. “Fuck, I missed you,” I mutter against her lips.
“It’s only been a few hours.” She giggles, peppering me with several quick kisses before stepping back.
“A few hours too many,” I whine, fully aware I sound like a child. But in my defense, after spending the night before with Sierra in my bed and me in her all damn night, it was hard to spend last night alone. But she was watching Zane and didn’t feel it was appropriate for me to spend the night, so to respect her wishes, after we finished watching SpongeBob for the second time, I took off, leaving her to put Zane to bed.
She rolls her eyes. “We spent the night on the phone.”
“Yeah, we did.” I grin, remembering the phone sex we had. It was hot as fuck, but not the same as the real thing.
“Got ’em!” Zane yells, thrusting the plates at me. “Can I have three?”
“You can have one,” Sierra says, opening the box so he can choose the one he wants.
“I’ll grab the milk,” I offer.
As the three of us sit at the table, eating donuts and drinking our milk, I can’t take my eyes off Sierra. She talks and jokes with Zane, laughing and smiling the entire time. She’s so attentive and patient with him. My mind goes to what it would be like to have a baby with her, to create a family together.
“What?” she asks when she catches me staring.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.” I didn’t mean for the words to come out, but fuck it, she already knows I’m obsessed with her.
A blush creeps up her neck. “Kolton…”
“Can I do my puzzle?” Zane asks.
“Yeah,” she tells him, her eyes never leaving mine. “Go wash your hands first.”
He jumps off the chair and runs down the hallway, leaving us alone.
“I mean it,” I say, edging closer into her personal space. “I know it’s too soon, but I can’t help how I feel.”
“I feel it too,” she admits. “I’m falling in love with you too. And that should scare the hell out of me, but it doesn’t.”
“Auntie Sierra! I can’t pump the soap,” Zane calls out.
Sierra leans over and presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth before she gets up to go help Zane. I clean up the mess, and when I go back to check on them, Zane is on the floor in his room, dumping his puzzle out.
“C’mon, Uncle Kolton,” he says. “We have to put the million trillion pieces together to make SpongeBob!”
We’re putting the last pieces of the pineapple together when the door opens.
“Blakely and Keegan must be back,” Sierra says, standing. “I didn’t think they were returning until later.”
“Go tell them I only have two pieces left,” Zane says, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration.
We head out to greet them, and maybe it’s brotherly intuition, but something feels off… tense… between them.
“You’re back early,” Sierra says when we get out to the living room.
Blakely eyes me curiously.
“I didn’t spend the night,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around Sierra. “Just brought breakfast over. I hope that’s okay.”
“This is just as much Sierra’s home as it is mine,” Blakely says with a forced smile plastered on her face. “Of course, you’re welcome here.”
There’s a knock on the door, and Keegan answers it. “Yeah?” he asks, his voice filled with contempt.
“I’m here for Zane,” a masculine voice says.
“For what?” Keegan asks.
Brenton steps around him and enters the apartment. “It’s the last Sunday of the month.” When Blakely looks at him confused, he adds, “Home Depot day.”
“Yes! Home Depot day!” Zane yells, running out, fist-pumping the air, and then darting back into his room. A minute later, he comes back out, holding a bright orange apron in his hand. “I’m ready!”
“Ready for what?” Keegan asks, confused.
“On the last Sunday of every month, Brenton takes Zane to Home Depot for their craft day. They make stuff out of wood. Sierra and I usually go get our nails done,” Blakely explains.
“Like hell he is,” Keegan hisses, turning toward Brenton. “You’re not taking my fucking kid anywhere.”
Oh shit, this isn’t going to end well.
“Daddy, you said a bad word!” Zane giggles, having no idea his dad is about to beat the shit out of his mom’s friend.
“Sorry, bud,” Keegan says. “Why don’t you go play in your room while Mommy and I talk?”
Zane’s face falls, but he does as his dad says and goes to his room.
Once he’s out of earshot, Keegan and Blakely get into an argument about Brenton taking Zane. Blakely doesn’t understand why Keegan isn’t okay with it, and Keegan can’t explain it to her. I keep my mouth shut the entire time, staying close in case Keegan loses his shit and tries to hit Brenton. I wouldn’t blame him, but it would fuck everything up that he’s worked his ass off for.
“Fuck this!” Keegan yells, getting into Brenton’s face. “Anything happens to Zane, and I’m going to hunt you down and kill you.”
“Keegan!” Blakely yells. “Stop it!”
Keegan pushes past Brenton and stalks out the door. Before Blakely can chase after him, I stop her. “Let him go. He just needs to calm down.”
I follow him, catching up to him just before he takes off in his truck. “You need to chill the hell out.”
“Fuck that!” he barks. “That asshole doesn’t belong anywhere near my kid or girlfriend.”
“And you’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen, but in order for you to do that, you need to calm down. Keep that shit up, and you’re going to fuck everything up.”
He releases a harsh breath. “Dammit, I know you’re right, but… fuck!”
“Remember the endgame.”
He nods once. “Yeah.”
“You going home to calm down?”
“Fuck, no, I’m going to follow his ass.”
“Figured.” I chuckle, knowing my b
rother too damn well. “Just don’t get caught.”
Not wanting to face Sierra right now, I get on my bike and head home. She’ll assume I went home with Keegan, which is for the best.
I’m home for about twenty minutes when a text comes in from Sierra: Blakely is upset. I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. I’m sorry. I know we were planning to hang out today, but I need to be here for my sister.
Me: It’s okay. It’s a shitty situation.
The next two days are spent with my brother freaking the hell out over the fact that Blakely isn’t talking to him. Not wanting to risk being put in a bad position, I keep it neutral when Sierra texts bitching about the situation. It’s late, probably ten o’clock, when there’s a knock on my door. I’m grading papers and have lost track of time. Having no clue who it could be since Keegan has a key and my parents would call first, I get up to answer the door.
“Who is it?”
“Sierra.” Sierra… I swing open the door and find her standing on the other side in a pair of tiny cotton shorts and a matching hoodie. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and her face is free of makeup. She looks gorgeous… and like she just woke up.
“Everything okay?” I open the door wider so she can walk through.
“Yeah,” she says, wrapping her arms around me as I close the door behind us. “Keegan showed up tonight. Blakey wasn’t home, so he waited for her. They must’ve made up because the last I heard was her screaming his name before I snuck over here.” She leans on her tiptoes and kisses me. “I was thinking we could have a sleepover of our own.”
“You sure as hell don’t have to tell me twice.” I scoop her into my arms bridal style and walk us to my bedroom, dropping her onto the bed. She shrugs out of her hoodie, leaving her in only a tiny tank top and shorts that could be considered underwear.
“Kolton, get over here.” She runs her fingers over her belly and lifts her shirt up and over her head, exposing her pert breasts.
I spring into action, pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it onto the floor. I climb onto the bed and spread her legs, situating myself between them. Starting at her feet, I trail kisses along her smooth flesh, inhaling her soft, sweet scent. I make my way up one leg and then switch to the other. The entire time she wriggles in her place, moaning softly. I have no doubt she becomes wetter with each kiss I place on her body. I glance up, and her eyes are hooded over with lust, her hands kneading her breasts, her fingers tugging on her nipples.
When I get to the top of her thigh, I yank her shorts down. She’s wearing a thin, light-pink cotton thong, and I can tell she’s neatly trimmed through the material. I pull them down as well, so she’s completely bared to me, and press an open-mouthed kiss to the top of her pussy, inhaling the sweet signature musk of her arousal.
“Fuck, Sierra. I could live between your legs for the rest of my life and die a happy man.”
I spread folds open and insert a single finger to gauge how turned on she is. My digit glides in with ease as her juices coat my skin. I pull it out, then insert two—this time, pushing them in deep until my fingers disappear inside her. Sierra moans in pleasure, squeezing her legs against my shoulders.
“Kolton, I need you,” she whines.
“Shh… I’m admiring your perfect pussy.” I pull my fingers back out once more, making her huff in annoyance, then insert three fingers, filling her up.
“Oh God, too much.” Her head whips from side to side.
I remove my fingers once more and spread her legs wide. Her wetness drips down onto the bed. Which makes me wonder…
“Hey, Sierra.”
“What?” she asks, popping her head up slightly.
“Has anyone ever fucked you… here?” I drag her juices downward, circling her puckered hole.
“No,” she breathes, a slight blush creeping along her neck.
I wet the area and push my finger past the first ring of her ass, and she groans in pleasure. “More,” she begs. “I need… more.”
Slowly, I push it all the way in, sending her ass off the bed. I’m fucking entranced by everything that is this woman. I can’t take my eyes off her.
With one finger in her ass, I push the other into her pussy. She’s tight and wet, and I wish to fucking God my dick was in one of those holes. I finger-fuck both her holes until she’s screaming my name, writhing under my touch. Never letting up until she’s come down from her orgasm.
“Holy shit,” she groans, grabbing my head and tugging me up to her face. My fingers, no doubt covered in her orgasm, slip out of her. “I’m going to need you to fuck me now,” she demands, her voice filled with a fiery passion.
Her fingers thread through my hair, and she tugs me down to her. My palms land on either side of her head, caging her in, and our mouths collide in a passionate embrace. Our kiss isn’t stemmed from want but from need. I need Sierra in every way, the same way I need to breathe. She’s quickly become an integral part of my life.
Our kiss heats up, becoming an inferno of lust and desire. Her legs wrap around my backside, and her warm pussy grinds against my erection. I break our kiss, wanting to taste other parts of her—the shell of her ear, the delicate area just underneath. My tongue glides down the curve of her neck, sucking on her pulse point before nipping her collarbone.
I take her breast into my mouth, pulling on her nipple with my teeth. When she gasps, I release it, licking away the sting of the pain and loving the way her body reacts to mine.
While I give her body attention, licking and sucking and laving at her perfect tits, her hands find my shorts, pushing them down and wrapping her fingers around my shaft. The feel of her stroking my dick sends bolts of electricity through my body.
“I need you,” she breathes, sitting up and pushing me onto my ass. She climbs onto me so we’re both sitting up, our bodies connected in almost every way. She uses my shoulders to lift, and then she lowers herself onto me, sucking my dick into her heat, inch by inch. She’s tight as fuck in this position, and I have to count to five in my head so I don’t blow my load before she finds her second release.
She continues to use my shoulders as leverage, bouncing up and down on my dick. I grip the curve of her ass with one hand and find her clit with the other. As she rides me, I rub circles against her clit, using her wetness to create friction.
“Oh God, yes!” she screams. “Right. Fucking. There.”
Her body tenses like a stretched bow awaiting release, and then she lets go, exploding around my dick. Her body trembles, her clit throbs, and her head gets thrown back as she rides out wave after wave of pleasure—the sight sending me straight over the edge along with her.
Nobody has ever affected me the way Sierra does, and when I’m with her, all common sense flies out the window, leaving only my need for her.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips, “so fucking much.”
Chapter 9
Sierra
* * *
He loves me… Kolton Reynolds loves me. But does it count when a man says it during sex while he’s coming deep inside you?
Oh, shit!
He came inside me.
“Pull out quick!” I screech even though I’m the one on top.
I scramble off him as he looks at me like I’m crazy. “You came inside me.”
He tilts his head to the side in confusion. “I’m not on birth control.” I had an IUD since the pills make me feel sick, and the shot gives me horrible acne, but I had issues with it, and they had to remove it. Since I wasn’t actively having sex, I took a break from all birth control.
It takes Kolton a second to understand what I’m saying, implying, and once he does, I expect him to freak the fuck out. So, I’m taken aback when a huge shit-eating grin spreads across his face. He pushes me onto my back and spreads my thighs.
“Are you telling me that what we just did…” He thrusts a finger into me, making me moan. “Me coming in you…” He leans over me until our faces are only inches apar
t. “Could lead to you carrying my baby?”
I nod in shock.
His smile grows wider. “I hope it does.”
“Kolton!” I smack his shoulder. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Maybe,” he says, his features sobering. “But for the first time since my brother died, I’m feeling again. You’ve woken me up, Sierra, and I never want to go back to the shell of a man I was before.”
He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “I meant what I said. I love you. I don’t give a shit that it’s only been a short time. I know you’re the one for me, and if what we’ve done leads to you being swollen with my baby, then good.”
What he’s saying should send a signal to my brain, telling me to run fast and far, but the only thought that enters my head is the image of me pregnant with Kolton’s baby. Giving birth to our little boy or girl with him by my side. Creating a loving family with him.
It should scare me, but it doesn’t. Instead, it leaves me wanting more.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I roll my eyes, acting as though he’s annoying even though deep down, I’m excited. It’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and Kolton surprised me with a long weekend away. He even called my boss and asked her to ensure I was off. I’m shocked she agreed, but it shouldn’t surprise me. Kolton is a charmer.
“We’re on I-4,” I point out, “which means we’re going to Orlando.”
He chuckles. “You’re right, we are, but what are we doing there?” He quirks a brow up and glances over at me.
“Hopefully going somewhere with a bed, so you can fuck me.” I run my fingers across his leg and over his crotch, making him chuckle. We’ve been together for a month now, and the heat between us hasn’t cooled at all. When I’m not working, I’m with Kolton, and he’s either wooing me or making love to me. I haven’t been home much lately, and I haven’t spent as much time with Blakely and Zane as I usually do, but I don’t feel too bad because I’m with Kolton the same way Blakely’s with Keegan.
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