Complicate Me (Hawthorn Hills Duet Book 1)

by Claire Raye

  He grips my ass, his fingers digging in, as he demands, “Wrap your legs around me.” And he lifts me up, his erection lining up with my soaking wet panties.

  We’re clawing at each other, desperate and raw and spontaneous, and it almost feels like we both know this could come to an end at any moment. That we’ve waited so long for this, but it doesn’t feel real, that we aren’t worthy of each other.

  But I want him to be mine.

  And I want to be his.

  I want him to possess me and fuck me with reckless abandon. I want him buried deep inside me and when he calls my name, I want every girl he’s ever been with to know he only wants me.

  I want to drown in him.

  I drag my hands through his hair as he moves from my breast to my mouth, devouring me with his tongue. His hand tears at my underwear, ripping them from my body as his fingers find my center, entering me slowly.

  I can’t control myself and I grind against his hand pleading and desperate to come.

  “Don’t be so desperate, my greedy little minx. You’ll come when I want you to,” he murmurs, his lips next to my ear as he nips at my earlobe.

  “I need you to make me come, Reid,” I beg, my hand now wrapped around his dick again, pumping faster. Two can play this game.

  He’s so much bigger than I even remember, only catching quick glimpses of him when we were younger. But I want to feel his thickness inside me. I want everything about him.

  There’s no way I can ever walk away from him after this. I feel like I’ve lost my fucking mind, like I’m addicted to Reid Bowen and he hasn’t even been inside me.

  “Sienna,” he bites out, one hand cupping my ass, the other wrapping around my neck as he pulls my mouth to his. My arms fall weak at my sides as Reid pins my body against the wall. And that’s when I feel him enter me, my name a warning on his lips, a preparation for what is about to happen.

  I gasp out loud, the sudden feeling of fullness consuming me and I swear I feel like I could come instantly. I lose myself in the feeling, a hazy blur of Reid thrusting inside me, his words covering me. I listen to his uncontrolled moans and feel the wildness of his hands exploring my body for the first time and I love it.

  But in that split second of pure unadulterated bliss, Reid pulls himself from my body. His rock hard cock slipping out of me, and the loss of fullness has me moaning out in a desperate and needy whine.

  “Reid, please.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Reid

  I stare down at her, unable to look away. Never in a million fucking years could I have predicted this happening when we checked into this hotel tonight. Fantasized about it, yeah; hoped for it, abso-fucking-lutely; but actually happening.

  Not. A. Fucking. Chance.

  “Reid,” Sienna whispers again, my name a plea as she stares up at me, her eyes wide with confusion and want.

  Fuck, she is so damn beautiful, and my god do I want her. I want her so fucking bad. Bad enough that I no longer care about all the reasons why I shouldn’t.

  But I want everything with her.

  I lower her legs to the floor, before reaching around to undo her bra, pulling it from her arms and throwing it over the glass screen of the shower. I lean closer, my hands on the tile wall on either side of her head as my lips brush across hers. “Shhh, I’ve got you,” I whisper, before I kiss my way along her jaw and down her neck, dropping to my knees as I continue my kisses all the way down her body.

  When I press a kiss between her legs, I hear her moan my name, the sound low and husky and sexy as hell. I glance up and find her watching me with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Our eyes lock as I slide a hand over her stomach to her breast and gently flick between her legs with my tongue, her head now falling back against the tile with a low groan.

  Hitching one of her legs over my shoulder, I trail my fingers up the inside her thigh, sliding one, then two inside her. “Fuck, you are so wet,” I groan against her, before closing my mouth over her, gently sucking and licking as my fingers slowly pump in and out.

  I can feel her legs trembling, so I skim my hand down off her breast, circling her thigh and holding her steady as I continue to work my mouth against her.

  Sienna moans above me, her fingers sliding into my hair and gripping tightly, all while the water continues to fall around us.

  “Oh god, Reid,” she moans, grinding against me, pushing herself against my face as she rides me.

  I suck a little harder and I feel her fingers tighten in my hair as her body tightens around my fingers. Slowly increasing the tempo, I don’t let up with my tongue, pushing her further and further until eventually I feel her whole body shudder and tighten as my name falls from her lips and her orgasm rips through her.

  It’s quite possibly, the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt. And fuck me, waiting to do this so I could do it with her, was so worth it. I don’t ever want to do this with anyone but her.

  Sliding her leg off my shoulder, I stand, pressing a kiss to her stomach, her breast, her throat, before kissing her hard on the mouth, the taste of her still on my lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and I reach behind to shut off the water, walking her out of the shower and back into the bedroom.

  I ease her back onto the bed, our bodies still wet. Sienna lies back, her arms above her head and a sexy little smile on her face. Nudging her legs apart, I stand between them, my hard cock sticking straight out as I rake my gaze over her beautiful body. Leaning in, I press a kiss to her thigh, another kiss between her legs, smiling at the gasp she lets out, before crawling up her body until I’m hovering over her.

  She bends her knees, her legs falling open to accommodate me. Her eyes are filled with lust as they watch me position my cock against her, both of our gazes dropping to watch as I slowly push inside her in one long, deep stroke.

  “Fuck,” I moan, suddenly overcome at the sensation of finally being inside her, something I’ve only ever dreamed about but have craved for as long as I can remember. “You feel fucking amazing, Sie.” I slide my hands up her arms, our fingers curling together as I pin our joined hands above her head. My hips rock into her, slowly thrusting inside her over and over again as her hips rise up to meet mine.

  She widens her legs even more, wrapping them around my hips so I can go deeper, our movements still controlled as though we’re both savoring this moment and what it might mean. “Reid,” she murmurs as I push inside her. “Yes, god, yes.”

  My mouth finds hers, kissing her deeply. “Tell me you want this,” I whisper, opening my eyes.

  Sienna’s eyes open, her gaze locking with mine. “I want this…I’ve…I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  And then we both stop talking, because that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear her say. The room is filled now with the sounds of our bodies moving together, over and over.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  Deeper.

  Until neither of us can hold back any longer, my body arching into hers as she tightens around me, moaning my name as her fingers dig into my back. I come hard, so fucking hard, electricity shooting up my spine as I let go, knowing I will never, ever, experience a moment quite like this again.

  “Did you seriously call me a pussy before?” I ask, my fingers trailing up and down Sienna’s spine as she lies against me, her head resting on my shoulder.

  She laughs, propping herself up on my chest, her bottom lip between her teeth. “Maybe,” she says, smiling.

  I slide my hand down to her ass, smacking it hard and making her squeal. “Cheeky girl,” I murmur, pulling her in for a kiss.

  She brushes her nose against mine. “Well, you were right about one thing anyway,” she says, nipping at my bottom lip.

  “Oh yeah?” I ask, smiling. “And what’s that?”

  Sienna chuckles. “You definitely do know what you’re doing,” she pauses, her eyes flicking down.

  I laugh. “Oh, you mean when I eat your pussy?” I ask, squeezing her ass and pulling her so s
he’s lying on top of me.

  Sienna squirms, rubbing against my dick in the most amazing way. “Yes,” she yells. “Yes!”

  Laughing, I roll her beneath me. “You sure?” I ask. “Because we could always check again, you know? Just to make absolutely sure.” I smile down at her, waiting for her response.

  Her smile softens as she looks up at me. “You said you never do that,” she whispers, and I know exactly what she’s really saying to me, what she’s kind of asking without actually asking it.

  “I know,” I tell her. “Although to be fair, what I said is I don’t do it with just anyone,” I say, hoping she understands what I’m really telling her. “What I don’t do is fuck without…”

  “Neither do I,” she says quickly, cutting me off, her hand on my cheek. “I’m on the…”

  “I trust you, Sie,” I tell her, because I absolutely do. I always have.

  Her hand skims over my cheek. “And I trust you, Reid.”

  My heart flips in my chest at her words, at how hard I know it is for her to say them. Growing up the way she did, Sienna doesn’t trust anybody and for good reason. I used to think it was only Caleb and me that she knew she could count on, but after the last two years, I figured I wasn’t part of that select group anymore. But this, after what’s just happened between us, it feels like everything has changed.

  I lean down and brush my lips against hers. “That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” I whisper, kissing her deeply.

  “I think maybe we need some food,” I finally say, as I roll off her body for the second time, both of us still breathing hard. “Let’s get dressed and head upstairs. I hear there’s an awesome rooftop bar.”

  Sienna turns to me, her face flushed and sexy as fuck. “Okay,” she says smiling.

  We take another quick shower together before getting dressed. Just as we step out of the room, I grab her hand in mine and we take the elevator up to the roof. As soon as we step out, I hear Sienna’s gasp at what’s in front of us. It’s like nothing we’ve ever seen before, nothing we’ve ever been to back home or at school. We’re also probably a little underdressed in our jeans, but it’s a Thursday night, so it feels more relaxed than usual. Besides, I’m not sure anything’s killing this buzz I have.

  “What do you feel like?” I ask, leading her over to the bar.

  Sienna looks around the space in amazement, taking it all in. “I have no idea,” she murmurs.

  I chuckle, pointing over to the area by the large glass windows that’s dominated by chesterfield lounges and a fireplace. “How about you go grab us a seat and I’ll get you something?”

  She turns to me. “Okay,” she whispers, and I can’t resist pulling her to me and pressing a kiss to her lips. It feels so fucking good that I can do this now.

  While she heads over to the sofas, I order us some drinks and food at the bar, carrying two beers over to where she sits. She cocks a brow at me as I place the drinks on the low coffee table and sit down beside her, slinging my arm over the back of the sofa behind her, my fingers grazing the back of her neck.

  “What time are we planning on leaving tomorrow?” she asks, reaching for her beer.

  I grab mine and clink our bottles together. “We’re not.”

  “What?” she asks in surprise, her bottle halfway to her mouth.

  I chuckle, unable to resist leaning over and kissing that mouth. “We’re staying two nights,” I whisper, my lips brushing against hers. “Just go with it.”

  She takes a long pull of her beer, swallowing hard before saying, “Okay,” as though it’s no big deal that we’ve just delayed our trip…again.

  Our food arrives and we both dig into the sliders, scallops and flatbreads I’ve ordered us. I’m actually starving and when the waitress comes over to check on our meals, I order a couple more plates and another round of drinks.

  Sienna glances sideways at me. “Hungry, huh?”

  I grin, leaning over to her. “Keeping my strength up,” I murmur, my mouth at her ear.

  She smiles, capturing my mouth with hers before I have a chance to pull away. My hand slides to the back of her neck, holding her close as I deepen the kiss in a way that’s borderline inappropriate for where we are.

  Like I could give a fuck.

  Eventually we separate, Sienna’s cheeks a little pink as she gazes at me, her eyes dark. “Can I ask you something?” she whispers.

  “Of course,” I say, finishing off my slider and dropping my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

  “Back in your truck,” she starts, reaching for her drink. “When we woke up. If your alarm hadn’t gone off, would you…” she trails off, but I know exactly what she wants to ask me. It’s something I’ve thought about literally every second of our drive from Omaha to Chicago today. My thoughts dominated by what could have happened if I’d just pulled her back to me and kissed her like I so badly wanted to.

  I lean down and press a kiss to her shoulder. “I would have, yeah.”

  She leans her head on my shoulder. “So earlier, when we got to the room,” she continues, picking at the label of her beer bottle. “Why’d you back off? Why’d you… I thought…I thought you knew…”

  I exhale, tilting her face up and pressing a kiss to her lips and her neck. “It’s not that I didn’t want to, Sie, trust me, I really fucking wanted to.” I tell her.

  “So?” she asks and I can see it on her face. The worry or doubt that I didn’t truly want her. That I don’t want her.

  I exhale, having no idea how to explain this in a way that makes any sense. “You have to remember, I’ve grown up listening to Caleb going on and on about protecting you, about how no one is good enough for you. That it was up to him to take care of you.”

  “And what, you thought that meant you too?” she asks, her words barely audible.

  I shrug. “Maybe,” I tell her. “I mean he kinda handed that protective role to me when we left for school, so…”

  “I don’t need protecting, Reid,” she says, turning to face me. There’s no anger in words anymore though, instead they’re replaced by sadness. “I needed you, and nothing else.”

  I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, wondering where the hell this leaves us now then. “I’m know, Sie,” I eventually whisper. “I’m sorry.”

  She takes a deep breath, nodding once before she finishes the rest of her beer.

  Wanting to lighten the situation, find our way back to where we were back in our room, I pull her close, my mouth against her ear as I whisper. “What do you want next, something harder?” I tease, taking her hand and moving it to my dick.

  Sienna smiles, her eyes shining as she squeezes gently and says, “Hell yes.”

  We end up spending several hours up at the bar, both of us getting kinda drunk as we sit on the sofas, talking, laughing and making out.

  It’s damn near impossible keeping my hands off her and more than once, she has to swat them away and remind me we are in a public place. I don’t really care, am just so fucking glad to be given the chance to touch her like this, I’m not about to let the opportunity go.

  Because it is everything I’ve ever fantasized about, only a million times better and I know, no matter what, I’m not walking away from this woman. Not now, not ever.

  Caleb could beat the shit out of me for all I care. I’m not giving Sienna up. Not when I’ve spent a lifetime waiting to have her. I have no idea how he’s going to react to the idea of his sister and me, especially after what he asked me to do. But asking me to give her up just isn’t an option for me.

  Eventually, we leave the bar, heading back to our room where I stop trying to control myself with her and just do everything I’ve ever wanted. We barely come up for air, eventually fucking ourselves to exhaustion sometime after two a.m.

  When I next open my eyes, it’s still dark. Rolling over, I reach for Sienna, only to find the bed beside me is empty. Glancing around, I see her, dressed in a robe and standing in front of the
window, the blinds half open and the lights of the night sky casting her in shadow.

  “Hey,” I say half sitting up. She turns to me, a sad smile on her face that sends a spike of fear through me. “What are you doing over there?” I ask, reaching my arm out to her.

  She doesn’t move, just wraps her arms around her waist as she looks at me.

  “Sie, what’s wrong?”

  She shrugs, but still doesn’t say anything.

  “Baby, come here,” I say, holding my hand out to her again. She doesn’t move though, so I get out of bed and walk over to her, pulling her into my arms. She melts into me with a long exhale, her head resting on my chest.

  We stand in silence, her fingers moving over my bare arms, tracing the patterns of my tattoos, which stand in stark contrast to paleness of her unmarked skin.

  I lift a hand, brushing her hair back as I cup her face. “Talk to me.”

  Sienna blinks up at me. “What happens now, Reid?”

  I tilt my head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

  She swallows and I feel the movement of her throat against my hands. “With you and me?”

  “Sie, what are…?”

  “You don’t do more than one night,” she blurts out. “You don’t do…”

  “Whoa, okay, slow down.” I frown, finally understanding what’s going on here. It’s as though the end of this night, the knowledge of tomorrow being a new day, has changed things, changed her. As though she thinks she’s like everyone who came before her or something and now that I’ve had a taste, that’s it, I’m done.

  She couldn’t be more wrong.

  “What?” she asks, blinking up at me.

  “You think that’s what this is?” I ask her. “Just one night?” Sienna shrugs but doesn’t say anything and I shake my head. “Baby, you are not just one night, okay?”

  “But…”

  “But nothing,” I tell her. “You are not those other girls either, not even fucking close. I thought you knew that, I thought you…” I trail off, unsure what to say.

  Sienna leans into one of my palms, her eyes closing briefly before she whispers, “So is this a thing then, are we…”