Dirty Game

I took her lips between mine, kissing her with everything I had. It was never going to be enough. She was the one who had sent me over the cliff and always would.

I lifted her off the swing and walked her over to the railing. I placed her hands on the flat surface and scooted her hips backward.

“This is mine, isn’t it?” I pushed a finger inside her.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

She was soaking wet. Her folds, glistened from her honey. Her clit was swollen from want. I groaned, wanting all of her at once. Needing to bury myself in her mouth. Needing her sweet pussy to hug my dick with all its force.

“It is. And I’m not done with you. I’m never going to be done with you.”

I pushed her back flat, while I positioned her entrance. She gripped the railing. Good girl. She knew exactly what was coming.

My cock nudged between her heat and I groaned.

“Fuck, Sierra. Every time. Every fucking time you do this to me.”

I slammed into her almost taking both of us to our knees.

She cried my name, holding on to the railing for life as I pounded into her harder than I ever had.

My hands imprinted into her ass as I thrust into her. And then my orgasm gripped me. I lost my breath. The world went black. I reared back, slamming into her as I called her name.

“Sierra. Fuck.”

I was buried so far inside her I didn’t know where my body was in space. She had me. She had all of me. I spilled myself in her. Claiming her. Making her mine again. I’d do it as many times as I had to until she knew we belonged together. We fucking belonged together.

We dropped to our knees out of breath.

“Oh my God.” She fell backward. I caught her against my chest.

I kissed her neck. “You’re going to figure it out, darlin’.”

“What’s that?” she whispered.

“One way or the other you’re coming with me.”

26

Sierra

I didn’t know whether t

o be more nervous or excited that Blake and I were going to this wedding together.

The entire island would be there. And they would see us—together.

I knew what they must have thought about me. The same things that Blake did before he learned the truth. That I had abandoned my roots. Skipped out on my family. Left my aunt when she probably needed my help the most.

I clasped my necklace around my neck, catching my reflection in the mirror. Where was that girl they used to know? Was she still in here somewhere? Did I have it in me to remember what it was like to count on people? To lean on friends and family? I had been on my own for so long I didn’t know if I could let myself fall completely. It was one of the things I was still trying to figure out.

I grabbed my clutch and carefully walked down the stairs to wait for Blake. I wore my hair up tonight. I thought I’d try something different. I hadn’t exactly packed for a wedding, but I wore a light blush dress that had thin straps and fell at the tops of my thighs.

I heard the knock on the screen door and looked up as my date walked into the house.

My jaw dropped. There was over six feet of sex-on-a-stick grinning at me. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him in a suit. It clung to him, showing off his athletic frame. He had to be the most gorgeous man on the planet.

He whistled. “You look amazing.”