Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
She may have offered me a spare bedroom, except I won’t be placing my bag in it, and I damn sure won’t be sleeping anywhere else except with her next to me. The two doors on the right lead to a bathroom and bedroom. The other side has the remaining doors. The closest to the mouth of the hallways is the second spare room, making Sienna’s at the end. Well away from everyone else who could be in the house.
I stop at the door to her room, and my shoulder leans against the frame as I look at her room. A lot has changed since she’s been home. While Sienna was away at college, I’d randomly walk down to her room, using the restroom as an excuse. She’d come home from college for a weekend, I’d stay away as much as I could, and when she left, I found a reason to come over. Her scent would linger, fueling my addiction for her even more.
Where her walls used to be a soft cream, they're now a dark green. The windows and French doors and framing are a lighter-stained wood compared to the rest of the house. The brass canopy-style bed is the showstopper of the room. And the big floral-patterned bedding is every bit of Sienna. “Damn,” I say to the empty room. I’m so focused on making my way further inside I don’t hear her come up behind me. I no sooner place my small duffel bag on the wooden bench at the foot of the bed when I feel her presence.
“Uhh, you realize this is my room, right?” Sienna says behind me. My body turns, and I look at her.
“Know that, sugar. I’ve spent enough time away from you. Only had you in my arms once all night. No one is around. I’m getting it this week.” I don’t leave room for reason.
“I’m not sleeping with you, Trey Johnson! We haven’t had a civilized conversation since I was eighteen.” Sienna stomps her foot on the wood floor. The wince she tries to cover doesn’t do any good, and the way her tits bounce with the movement, she’s not persuading me on doing anything except pissing her off more.
“We’ll be doing more than sleeping. No use in me being in another room when you know I’ll be wherever you are.”
“No way, not happening. It’s too soon. You’re moving too fast. I’ll sleep in the other room, then.” I squint my eyes at her trying to figure out what is going through her head.
“Sienna, screwed up once, not doing it again. You can try and sleep in another room, the couch, or the back porch. I’ll be the one to pick you up and carry you back to your bed to sleep with me. I don’t have a single fucking problem carrying you asleep or awake.” She takes a deep breath. Her chest rises, falls, and repeats. This talk is going to happen later. There’s no damn way I’m going to be able to wait much longer. It’s been too long and too many damn years since I’ve had Sienna.
“Trey, I can’t do this right now. I need food and a drink, badly. We’ll fight about this later.” She’s shutting down on me, and there’s no way I’m going to let that happen.
“Sienna.” Her name is barely above a whisper. Her shoulders drop, and she’s turning around to head out the door. I spur myself into action, my boots echoing on the wood floor with each step. A light noise leaves her body, similar to a soft cry. My arm wraps around her stomach and pull her into the warmth of my chest.
“Trey,” Sienna breathes as I dip my head to her neck, taking in the moment to just feel her in my arms again. Unfortunately, the hitch in her throat goes up a notch, and I’ve got to do something. I look down at her then over my shoulder at the bed. Looks like the bed it is. I spin her around, hands sliding to her hips, and lift her up. Instantly, her legs wrap around my waist, arms going around my shoulders, and her face is buried in my neck.
“Missed you, sugar, so damn much,” I murmur into her ear as I walk us to her bed. It’s not until I’ve got us horizontal that she gets ahold of her tears. Not that I fucking care. She could soak my entire shirt, and I’d hold her the entire time.
TEN
TREY
“I’m thinkin’ we need to talk.” As much as it pains me to say those words the first time, I’ve got her back in my arms and in bed. It’s clear we’ve got a lot of unfinished business to take care of. A knot forms in the pit of my stomach, wondering about if I fucked up too much and we’ll never get back what we once had. I won’t let that happen, not fucking ever. I’ll do whatever it takes for us to make this work.