I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I was so sorry. I wanted this. I wanted him. But the pain. It had been bad at first with Dustin, and I knew once a guy got going he couldn’t stop just because you were crying in pain. He had to finish.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he said as he brushed my hair out of my face with his thumb, then ran it over my bottom lip. He was so sweet. Who would have thought Dewayne Falco could be this sweet?
“It always hurt . . . before. Always. And you’re bigger . . .” God, I hated this. Reminding him I’d slept with his younger brother was a mood killer.
He frowned. “It should have only hurt a little bit the first time.”
I had to explain this. As humiliating as it was, I had to tell him. “I’m, uh . . . It always hurt. I never enjoyed it.” There. I admitted it.
Dewayne closed his eyes and let out a hissing sound through his teeth. When he opened them, he locked his gaze with mine. “This won’t hurt. I swear to you, Sienna, it’ll feel good, baby. I’ll make sure you see stars.”
I almost believed him. With that fierce look in his eyes, it was easy to believe. But the fact remained that he was much bigger than Dustin had been. “But I haven’t had sex in a long time. I was tight then.” I had also had a kid, but that was five years ago, so any stretching that did was more than likely all gone now.
Dewayne lowered his head until his lips brushed my ear. “You’re tight now. But you’re also so f**king wet and ready,” he said in a whisper, just as his finger stroked the tender heat between my legs.
I gasped and Dewayne chuckled. “That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you. I’m not ever gonna hurt you again. In any way. I swear it.”
Even if it did hurt, I would take it. This was Dewayne. I wanted Dewayne. Deep down I had always wanted Dewayne.
He leaned up, and I watched him reach for a small square foil wrapper, which he tore open with his teeth. Then rolled the condom down. If I wasn’t so scared of sex, I could appreciate it more.
Then he was over me again, and his lips found mine. The gentle glide of his tongue as he took what he wanted eased my fear just before I felt his tip nudge my entrance. “Easy, baby. I’m gonna be gentle. But you need to relax,” he said in a husky, strained voice as he tucked his head into the curve of my neck.
Slowly he eased inside me. With each inch that filled me there was no pain, only pleasure. Maybe I wasn’t as tight anymore. I hoped so.
“You okay?” he asked me, holding himself up over me. I smiled in relief and nodded.
Our gazes locked as he eased in more and I lifted my h*ps to take him. The stretching felt good and the fullness was incredible. But more than that . . . this was right. I knew it now. What had been wrong all those years ago—it hadn’t been Dustin who had claimed my heart. I just loved him like you would a friend. He was what I knew.
Dewayne, however, made me feel things no one ever had before. I had been too young to realize it then, but now it was all very clear. This was the Falco boy I was always meant to be with.
“Sienna, you gotta stop lifting that sweet ass, baby. This is the f**king tightest pu**y in the world, and all I want to do is move hard and fast. But I’m taking it slow. Help me take it slow.”
He wanted to move but he wasn’t. He was being gentle for me. I didn’t know men could go slowly. With that realization, Dewayne took another little piece of my heart. I wanted to protect myself from getting hurt, but I trusted him. I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone. Besides, I wasn’t sure he hadn’t taken my heart years ago and not given it back. There wasn’t much left for me to protect anymore.
“It feels good. It doesn’t hurt at all. I want you,” I assured him.
With that bit of encouragement, he sank into me completely and let out a groan of pleasure. “God, woman, you’re squeezing the hell out of me.”
Feeling braver, I wrapped my legs around him and arched into him.
With his body that was meant to be appreciated for the sculpted perfection that it was, Dewayne held himself over me as he began rocking in and out of me. I wrapped my hands around his bulging biceps and held on. Each time he sank into me fully, he touched something that sent sparks of such intense shocks through my body that I wanted to beg him to go faster. I wanted that feeling.
There was moaning and begging that I was positive was coming from me. After the fourth time he brushed that special spot deep inside me, I became so delirious with need that I no longer knew what I was saying. I just never wanted it to stop.
The explosion of sensation that went off in my body shocked me. All I could do was hold on to Dewayne as I cried out his name. Trusting him not to let me go, I fell into the uncharted bliss without fear.
Somewhere far away I heard Dewayne shout, and his body tensed over mine. I wrapped myself tighter around him as he eased down on top of me. The ability to move had been taken from me already. A lazy, smooth heaven enveloped me, and I wanted to share it with Dewayne in my arms.
“Magic f**king pussy,” he whispered as his forehead dropped to my collarbone. His breathing was hard as he gasped and shuddered. “Fuck,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
A giggle built inside me, and I didn’t even try to hold back. I was happy. So very happy.
Dewayne lifted his head and grinned at me. “Why you laughing, Little Red?”
I pressed my lips together to control the giggles. “You called my, uh . . . you know . . . magic.”
A smirk touched his mouth, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss those full red lips. “It is magic. Which means you’re stuck with me. Never thought I’d find magic pussy. Never wanted it, but damn, I do now. I intend to keep you.”
I wanted to be kept, but I had only really wanted that with Dewayne.
I touched his lips with my fingers, and he pulled one of my fingers into his mouth and sucked. The fire inside me began to stir again as I watched his mouth on my skin. He let it pop free. “I need to make sure you’re okay. Check you out personally and see if everything feels good and I didn’t hurt you. Then I can make you messy again.”
He hadn’t hurt me, but I liked the idea of him checking to make sure, and I wanted to get messy again. “Do I have to get cleaned up first?” I wanted messy again now.
Dewayne chuckled. “Needy, magic pussy. Fuck me, I got lucky. But yeah, I have to take care of what’s mine first. Then I’ll clean you up real good. But don’t worry. I intend to make you scream my name at least once, maybe twice, in the shower.”
My eyes widened and I squirmed underneath him. I’d never taken a shower with anyone. The idea of it excited me. “Okay. Let’s go get clean.”
DEWAYNE
I leaned against the bedroom door frame, holding a plate of chocolate cake while watching Sienna curled up asleep in the middle of my bed. She looked so small there all alone. I didn’t intend to leave her there long, but I knew she needed more sleep. I’d woken her up three times last night, unable to keep my hands off her.
My need to keep her safe and protected had just found an all-new level of possessiveness. Sienna wasn’t just Micah’s mother, she was my woman. Mine. I didn’t want her sleeping without me. I didn’t want her waking up without me. I didn’t f**king want her bathing without me.
There was a good f**king chance I was completely obsessed with her. I didn’t get obsessed with anything. Ever. But Sienna was different. She’d always been different. She’d found something inside me and brought it to life when we were kids. After years of fighting it and forgetting her, I had given in and let myself feel. And I f**king felt a lot. More than I thought possible.
The look my daddy gave my momma when she walked into a room now made complete sense to me. When Preston kept Amanda latched at his side like he couldn’t breathe without her and Cage growled at any man he thought looked at Eva too long, I got that. So f**king completely got that.
Hell, I was pretty damn sure I was going to become so much worse than any of them. Even Krit and his inability to sing onstage without having Blythe near him—that made sense to me.
“You gonna eat all that by yourself?” Sienna asked, and I looked up from her long, silky legs to see her eyes halfway open as she looked at me.
“I’m gonna feed the sexy woman in my bed,” I told her. I shoved off from my stance against the door frame and walked over to the bed to sit down beside her.
She moved to sit up and the sheet fell, letting the most amazing set of tits in the world free. Fuck yeah. Those were mine.
“They aren’t hungry. I am,” Sienna teased as she pulled the sheet back up to cover herself.
I jerked my gaze off her chest and rested it on her face. The sleepy, well-taken-care-of smile on her lips and her hooded eyes made it hard to think about feeding her. I wanted to be in her. Again.
“Open up,” I told her, and took a forkful of cake and slipped it into her pretty pink mouth.
“I was thinking while you slept that it would be fun to rub this icing on several parts of your body and lick it off. Think we might have to try that later.”
Sienna ducked her head, but I saw the smile on her face. She scooted closer to me until her front pressed against my arm. When she looked back up at me, there was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Only if I can put some on you and lick it off.”
“Anytime you want to lick me, baby, you say the word and it’s yours. I don’t care where we are. If there’s a chance I can have that mouth on me, then I’ll want it. I’ll always want it.”
She dropped her gaze to my lap, and my already semi-erect c**k went full-blown. I reached over and cupped her face with my hand and tilted it so that her eyes were on mine. “This thing with you and me. It’s real. No one else. You got me. Just us. Not letting you go, Sienna. I’ve waited too damn long, and now that I finally have you, I sure as hell ain’t leaving you.”
She didn’t respond at first, but I could see the questions in her eyes. She’d come over here to bring me a cake and tell me how she felt about me. Then I’d taken it from that to an exclusive relationship overnight. Literally.
“You said you don’t do this,” she said, almost in a whisper.
“I don’t. Never have. Never wanted to. But then, I’d never had you. I always thought I’d never find this. I wasn’t looking for it. But now that I’ve got it, I won’t let it go. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep you happy.”
Her big eyes filled with tears and she blinked, wetting those long eyelashes of hers. “Then we’re an us,” she said with a sweet smile that made my heart do funny shit.
“I’m warning you now that I’m not gonna be easy to deal with. I want you by my side. In my bed. I don’t want you away from me. I don’t want to do that space shit. I’m gonna be in your space every f**king chance I get.”
Sienna laughed and reached over to dip her finger in the icing. “Hmm . . . Dewayne Falco doesn’t want to be apart from me. He wants to be in my space. I guess there could be worse things in life than that,” she said in a serious tone. “If you’re in my space, then I’ll get more chances to do things like this.” She held up her finger and grinned. “Pull down those sweats,” she ordered.
I did as instructed and gripped the sheets beside me as Sienna coated the head of my dick with the icing on her finger. My breathing was getting faster as she took her time. My patience was just about to snap when she lowered her head and her tongue darted out and licked the tip in a teasing stroke.
“Mmmm,” she moaned.
I wanted to let her have her fun, but I was so close to begging it wasn’t funny. After three more licks her mouth opened and slid down over me. The roar of triumph that tore out of me only encouraged her more. She sucked and began sliding her mouth up and down my length.
I moved her hair back so I could watch her mouth take me deep. “So f**king gorgeous,” I said as she looked up at me.
I knew in that moment that if this woman asked me to walk on water, I’d find a f**king way.
SIENNA
Dewayne had agreed to stay over at his parents’ while I talked to Micah this morning. He had wanted to be there with me, but for five years it had been just me and Micah. No one else got my attention. Just him. I didn’t doubt he’d love having Dewayne in our lives more than he already was, but I also wanted to make sure he felt secure in where he stood.
Micah had talked about his night the whole walk over from the Falcos’ to our house. Apparently, Dave had watched not one but two of the Star Wars movies with Micah. And they’d eaten popcorn and cookies. Mama T had said she might get a swimming pool in the backyard when Micah told her he liked to swim. She and Dave were going to look into it. Those two were going to spoil my kid, and I loved it.