Dirty Secret

"Yes, I'm perfect. Fuck me."

I love you. It almost forms on my tongue again. But still, it's too much.

Still, this is as much as I can take.

I can't say it. I can barely think it.

But I can show her.

I bring my lips to hers. She's not shy about kissing back. And I'm not shy about claiming her mouth as I drive into her.

Soft and slow to start.

Than harder.

Deeper.

The two of us, locked together, breathing together, hearts beating together.

Making love.

Fucking.

Sex.

Whatever I call it, it's the same.

She's mine.

And I'm hers.

I drive into her again and again.

Her nails dig into my skin.

Her thighs squeeze my hips.

Her groans vibrate down my throat.

Pleasure winds inside me quickly. I'm too keyed up. I need her too badly.

With my next thrust, I come.

I groan her name as I spill inside her.

She rocks her hips to meet me, taking me deeper, pulling me closer.

When I'm finished, I untangle our bodies.

She nestles into my chest, pulls the blanket over us.

For a moment, we lie together, still locked together, breathing together, hearts beating together.

And then she says the perfect thing. "You think thirty minutes is going to happen?"

I laugh.

"I still don't see the humor in this question."

"I know."

"If it's not, you do have a hand."

"Do I?"

"Two. Last time I checked."

I hold up my right hand. Then my left. "I see two."

"Hmm."

"I can use one now."

"No. Later."

"It could be now and later."

"Well, if you insist."

I'm not about to deny her.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Sienna

If this isn't heaven, I don't know what is.

Every inch of his body against every inch of mine.

As he fucked me. And now, the two of us, lying in my bed, a few days before Christmas, a bottle of wine waiting for us.

Cam asking if I had dinner.

When I admit, no, I was too busy getting ready for the party (and too nervous to eat, not knowing how seeing Cam again after four months would go), he asks if I want to order Chinese.

"Does that go with your wine?" I ask.

"It's not a traditional pairing, but it works." He rises to grab his cell. Naked. Very, very naked.

Mmm. I mumble an agreement as I look over every inch of his skin.

"Kung Pao?"

Like we had on our first dinner in Chinatown. Perfect.

He orders on his phone, all tall and beautiful and naked, then he puts his cell down and motions come here.

"It's only been twenty minutes. Are you really ready?"

A laugh spills from his lips. "Fuck, Sienna. Are you trying to kill me?"

"So that's a no?"

"Follow me."

"So it's a yes?"

He shrugs who knows, motions follow me again, heads to the bathroom, runs the shower.

My shower isn't big enough for two, really, but I'm not passing up this opportunity. I grab the waterproof lube (water really does wash the natural lubrication away) and follow him into the bathroom.

He helps me into the tiny shower.

He presses every inch of his body against every inch of mine.

Then he kisses me, soft and slow.

And, uh, it happens. His cock presses against my stomach, all hard and ready and begging for my hands.

I motion to the lube on the shelf.

He smiles. "Always prepared."

"For you."

He kisses me again, then he turns me around, brings my hands to the wall, makes me wait as he slides the lube over his cock.

He holds me in place as he fucks me.

Soft and slow, like before, every inch of him against every inch of me.

He brings his hand to my clit, makes me come twice.

The second time, with him.

He stays pressed against me for a long moment, then he pries our bodies apart, helps me clean.

And I do the same for him.

After, we dry, and he dresses in his suit (it's all he has), and I don my favorite burnt orange robe.

The delivery arrives just in time.

Cam motions I'll get it and shoots me a look that screams no one else is seeing you in that.

He opens the door.

But it's not our food.

It's my sister.

And Ty.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Sienna

"Oh. Uh… You forgot your scarf, Sienna." Indie's voice fills with surprise. "And, now that we've dropped it off, we'll be going."

Ty doesn't say anything.

Cam doesn't say anything.

Indie doesn't say anything.

Fuck.

I move into the main room. Then the hallway.

My eyes go to my sister. I don't know what to make of her expression. There's surprise in it, yes, but there's something else too.

And Ty—

Fuck, the man holds a poker face.

"Do you want to come in?" I ask. "Or do you guys need to go downstairs to have a fist fight or something?"

"Baby, you knew this was a possibility." Indie wraps her hand around Ty's wrist. "Let's talk in the morning, after, uh…"

Ty stares daggers at his cousin.

Indie stills. She's scared of what her husband is capable of.

I am too.

Ty is intimidating under normal circumstances. With this?

Is that simmering rage in his dark eyes? Or is he…

Uh…

I don't have a more realistic option than simmering rage.