“Is it working?” I ask as I join her.
“There’s a good chance it will.”
Fuck. I can’t resist her any longer. I twist and wrap my arms around her, and we’re kissing like we never stopped. Water from her wet hair drips down her face, but I don’t care. I find the zipper on the back of her dress and pull it down, slipping my hand inside her dress and feeling her wet skin. We lay back on the concrete surrounding the pool, kissing and removing each other’s clothing.
“Chase,” Sierra breathes. “Hang on.”
It takes everything I have to move away. Her finger sweeps across my cheek and then she gets up.
“Come here,” she says, taking my hand. We go around the bar and into the pool house, emerging into a living room. It’s nicer and larger than probably half the houses in this town and sits empty in the Belmonts’ backyard most of the time. The air conditioner is on, bringing a chill to our wet skin.
“You were right about the dress. It is heavy.” She bites her lip and turns around, gathering her hand in her hair. “Can you unzip it all the way?”
Fuck yes, I can. “Sure.”
Slowly, I pull the zipper the rest of the way down, where it stops right above her ass. She’s wearing a bright purple bra and her lace underwear matches. If she were anyone else, I’d strip her out of the dress, pick her up over my shoulder, and throw her down on the couch. We’d fuck, get dressed again, and I’d leave with an empty promise of a phone call.
But she’s not anyone else.
She’s the only woman who’s succeeded at making me nervous about fucking this up. And she’s not even trying.
With her back turned, she lets the straps of her dress slide over her shoulders and into a fabric puddle around her feet and onto the floor.
“That’s better,” she says shyly and turns around, fighting herself to not be self-conscious. Though she has absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.
“You are beautiful,” I tell her and step over, taking a firm grasp on her hips. “So fucking hot.” I kiss her neck, and Sierra softly moans, hands going to my chest. She drops them to my waist, popping the button on my jeans. Using her free hand, Sierra fumbles to push my jeans down, but the wet denim sticks to my skin. I help her get them off, then raise my hands above my head so she can remove my shirt.
She shivers as the air kicks on again, sending a blast of cold right at us. This time I do pick her up and take her to the couch, grabbing a blanket. I cover us both and put my arm around her shoulders, bringing her in so her head is resting on my shoulder.
“This place is nice.”
“It is,” she agrees. “I had sleepovers out here a lot when I was a kid.”
“I bet your friends loved it.”
“I think they loved it more than they liked me,” she says with a laugh. “That all seems so long ago. And so trivial.”
“It does.”
She relaxes against me, absentmindedly running her fingers up and down my arm. Then she turns and puts her hand to my chest, outlining a tattoo on my chest.
“What does it say?” she asks softly, mouthing the words spelled out in Latin.
“‘If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.’ Mark Twain said it.”
“I love that. It’s deep in a very simple way.”
“Yeah,” I agree, and that’s the reason I got it. To remind me to stay grounded despite the crazy shit I got myself into.
“Why is it in Latin?”
I shrug. “I thought it sounded cooler that way.”
Sierra laughs softly. “Does each one have significance?”
“Yeah, in a way at least. They’re significant because I like them,” I offer, making Sierra smile. “I get a new one every time I move.”
“You’ve moved a lot.” Nerves tingle under her fingers as she outlines another tattoo.
“I have.”
“Can I ask why?”
“You can,” I tell her. “And I’ll answer, though I don’t really have a good answer other than the concept of people staying in one place is weird to me. You work the same job, doing the same thing over and over again only to come home to the same house, surrounded by the same people every day for the rest of your life. It’s too easy to get stuck in an endless cycle of going through the motions that way. I wanted to experience life, not just survive because I had to.” The words leave my mouth a second before I recall one of Sierra’s voicemails, which said something similar.
“I like going home to the same place and seeing the same people every day.”
I shrug. “Maybe if I had people I liked to go home to, it’d be a different story.” The honesty in my statement sends a shock through me.
Sierra doesn’t speak, but instead tips her head to the side, inspecting me. “Were you looking for them?” she finally whispers.
“Who?”
“People you liked enough.”
“No. I didn’t think they could exist.”
“Didn’t? You do now?”
My heart speeds up. “I’m starting to think it’s possible.”
Her hands land on my shoulders, and I rest mine on the small of her back, gently bringing her in.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?” I ask.
Sierra just shakes her head, looking a little shy.
“If only you knew what you are doing to me.”
The shyness goes away and Sierra flashes a coy smile. “Oh, I know.” She drops her gaze to my lap, staring for a few seconds before moving closer. She plunges her hand inside my boxers, feeling the full length of my hard cock. Her slender fingers wrap around it, starting at the base, and slowly pumping up. She circles her thumb over the tip, and it feels so damn good. My head falls back against the couch as she keeps working her hand. I widen my legs and Sierra moves closer, going onto her knees. She keeps jerking me off, and her soft skin is enough to make me come if she keeps this up.
I take her wrist and pull it from my boxers and kiss her hard. My tongue goes in her mouth and I pull her to me, crushing her large breasts against my chest. We lay back, and I cannot stop kissing her.
The glistening tip of my cock sticks out of my boxers, and Sierra reaches for it again, moaning with hunger for it when she feels the wetness.
“God, I want you,” I groan, and Sierra’s grasp tightens. Her hand on my cock feels fucking amazing. Her pussy is going to destroy me and I’m going to love every fucking minute of it.
“I want you too,” she pants and I advance, laying her down on the couch, dick pressing into her tender core. Sierra bends her knees and wraps a leg around me. I can feel the heat of her pussy through her panties. She inhales deep, pushing her tits up into my face.
She bucks her hips, rubbing herself against me, and moans. I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her, taking her bottom lip between my teeth before I move my mouth to her neck. Sierra gasps and a shiver runs through her. She curls her fingers, nails biting into my skin. The pain turns me on even more, and I’m rocking my hips against hers, feeling like I could come in seconds.
I’m so caught up in her. I want to come while at the same time I want to fuck her all night. I kiss her neck again and start to trail kisses down it. I pause at her collarbone and pull back to admire her breasts. Her bra has no padding—not that she needs it—and I can see the faint outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. It’s the kind that clasps in the front, and it’s so fucking hot when I undo it. I palm my hand over one of her tits while I kiss my way to the other. I flick my tongue over her pert nipple, and Sierra squirms.