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)
“Probably wouldn’t hurt.” She’s tucked into my side, head burrowed into my neck, lips at my throat, and each breath she takes blows across my fevered skin. Add in her talking, hiking her leg over my hip, my hand running down the length of her back, and my cock is rock fucking hard in the worst of times.
“You comfortable, Sienna?” I ask before diving into the elephant who’s taking up more space in this room than I care to admit.
“Yeah, I really am.” She lifts her head. Warm hazel eyes, red-rimmed from crying, stare at me. My own tired eyes probably aren’t much better. I’ve got a contact that’s been giving me fits all day today, and instead of taking it out and replacing it with either a new one or putting my glasses on, I let myself be lazy, dealing with the annoyance instead of fixing it.
“Alright, it’s clear to me I’ve never apologized for pushing you away. Then I threw a wrench in the works by confronting you. It was stupid of me to offer up picking up and following you after putting the brakes on our relationship. I’m a selfish son of a bitch. I thought I could deal with you leaving for a few years. Which is why I threw out an offer to move closer to your college, but by then, I’d already fucked up enough with you, and you not taking my sorry ass back was the best thing you could do for yourself. Selfish, that’s what I was being. We both knew you were leaving, and if I couldn’t handle it, I never should have followed your pretty ass in the woods. Amos wanted what was best for you, and so did I. No, I still want what’s best for you, but I’ll be doing it at your side.” I’m not done talking, except Sienna has other plans. The palm of her hand meets my cheek, cupping it in a delicate manner while she climbs on top of my body, straddling me, and I’m sure she feels exactly what she does to me. My hands slide to her waist, the tips of my fingers digging into the top of her ass. The sweat shorts she’s wearing allow me to feel more of her, especially the heat of her being pressed into my cock.
“Trey, I’m done holding a grudge against you, and while you have asshole tendencies, you’re still you, amazing, caring, making my heart skip a beat every time you’re around, loving, protective, and so many other things that make you, you. I also know I can be a jerk myself. Today, I had a come-to-Jesus meeting with myself. I miss you more thank I dislike you. I love you more than life itself, and the only reason I’ve been dodging you is because I’ve been scared to feel all these feelings. Then you bombarded me, and I resurrected a wall that I thought I let down. I’m sorry.”
“I fucking love you.” My hands slide upwards, beneath her tank top, my calloused skin skating against her soft one. “I put those walls in place. I’ll be the one knocking them down. And, Sienna, I am so damn sorry. I’ll spend a lifetime making it up to you.”
“Shh, we’re done with the apologies.” She places her finger on my lips and at the same time rolls her hips, dragging her beautiful body along mine. My head catches up with my cock. It’s clear my woman wants me. The only thing I’ve got to figure out is how.
“You want my mouth or my fingers first?” I nip at her finger. A noise catches in the back of her throat, and I’m on the move, rolling her over until her back is to the mattress. She still hasn’t answered me, so I wedge my body between her spread thighs even more. Her body arches as I press my dick harder into her center.
“Both.” I smirk at the sex-drunk vision in front of me, and I’ve yet to get started.
“That’s my woman.” I drop a kiss to her mouth, teeth sinking into her lower lip and tugging on it. Then I dive in. My tongue wraps around hers, and when she buries her hands in my hair, holding me where she wants me, it’s more than fine with me. Sienna Ellison comes alive whenever I’ve got my mouth, hands, and body nears hers. She’s wild like a flower in the Wyoming planes, strong and steady, not letting anything push her down.
“Trey,” she moans against my mouth, and I move to her neck, kissing and licking the column of her throat. I’m not going to bother with her shirt right now. It’s so threadbare it may as well not be a shirt to begin with. Still, I wrap my lips around one nipple, pulling the fabric and her pebbled tip into my mouth. My other hand is sliding down the slope of her hip, going beneath her shorts and hitting pay dirt. She’s bare beneath both. Something tells me Sienna knew this was where we’d end up, and damn if I’m not ready to beat my chest and scream it out to the world that Sienna Ellison is mine, always has been and always will be. A few years apart didn’t change a fucking thing when it comes to our desire for one another.