The Wayward Sister (The Wayward Sons 5)

“He’s okay with all of this, Sierra, but I think he just wants to take it slower between the two of you, at least right now.”

I have options, so many of them, and it stabilizes me in a way I never expected. All my urges to run, to build walls, vanish. The more I’m with the guys, the more we push our boundaries, the deeper I get.

The harder it will be to leave.

I push up on my toes and kiss him on the mouth, attempting to quell some of the hunger inside of me. He kisses me in return and the wave builds inside of me. I have a strong feeling that the hunger won’t diminish.

It will only get stronger.

28

Holden

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line,” I tell Adrian, when he comes out to check on me. I’m standing at the work sink in the garage, cleaning brushes. “It was probably too much.”

“I don’t think so,” he says, handing me two more. This is new for us, too, although we’ve been through a lot together. Enough highs and lows that new experiences and challenges are just a way of life. “I think she’s trying to figure everything out—and giving her options

isn’t a bad thing. We can be good for her, if she wants to take the chance.”

“What did she say after I left?”

“Not much,” he admits, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But she did kiss me, which makes me think she’s not scared at all.”

We finish up and head back in the house. Sierra isn’t in the bedroom, but I hear the sound of the shower running. I raise an eyebrow at Adrian, known his mind is probably traveling the same route as mine. Sierra wet, soapy, and naked. I try to keep my body in check. It isn’t easy.

“Didn’t she say those boxes need to go to the garage?” Adrian asks, obviously needing as much of a distraction as I do.

“Yep,” he says and we each load up on boxes and carry them downstairs. When we finish we walk back up and she’s in the living room, clean and smelling like soap, dark hair wet around her shoulders. The sexy overalls are gone, replaced with a black tank and jean shorts. Also sexy.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says.

“We’re here to help,” Adrian says, wiping his face with his shirt. “Anything else?”

She looks between the two of us, her eyes deep in thought, like what she wants—or maybe needs, it's too hard to ask for, it’s behind that wall. The one Adrian has promised to help tear down. But this is a situation where we can’t make the first move—no more than we already have.

Sierra has to want this. Want us.

And I’m just waiting for her to ask.

29

Sierra

I’ve been flustered for an hour. Not even the long, cold shower helped.

Two guys?

Two at once?

Even guys this handsome? This amazing? This sweet and kind?

How does that even work?

I stand before them, caught between wanting to ask all of those questions, and wanting to just go for it.

I go for it.

“How does it work? The hands and mouths and, uh, you know,” heat rolls up my body, settling in my cheeks, “all the parts.”