“Oh God, yes!” she screams. “Right. Fucking. There.”
Her body tenses like a stretched bow awaiting release, and then she lets go, exploding around my dick. Her body trembles, her clit throbs, and her head gets thrown back as she rides out wave after wave of pleasure—the sight sending me straight over the edge along with her.
Nobody has ever affected me the way Sierra does, and when I’m with her, all common sense flies out the window, leaving only my need for her.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips, “so fucking much.”
Chapter Nine
Sierra
He loves me… Kolton Reynolds loves me. But does it count when a man says it during sex while he’s coming deep inside you?
Oh, shit!
He came inside me.
“Pull out quick!” I screech even though I’m the one on top.
I scramble off him as he looks at me like I’m crazy. “You came inside me.”
He tilts his head to the side in confusion. “I’m not on birth control.” I had an IUD since the pills make me feel sick, and the shot gives me horrible acne, but I had issues with it, and they had to remove it. Since I wasn’t actively having sex, I took a break from all birth control.
It takes Kolton a second to understand what I’m saying, implying, and once he does, I expect him to freak the fuck out. So, I’m taken aback when a huge shit-eating grin spreads across his face. He pushes me onto my back and spreads my thighs.
“Are you telling me that what we just did…” He thrusts a finger into me, making me moan. “Me coming in you…” He leans over me until our faces are only inches apart. “Could lead to you carrying my baby?”
I nod in shock.
His smile grows wider. “I hope it does.”
“Kolton!” I smack his shoulder. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Maybe,” he says, his features sobering. “But for the first time since my brother died, I’m feeling again. You’ve woken me up, Sierra, and I never want to go back to the shell of a man I was before.”
He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “I meant what I said. I love you. I don’t give a shit that it’s only been a short time. I know you’re the one for me, and if what we’ve done leads to you being swollen with my baby, then good.”
What he’s saying should send a signal to my brain, telling me to run fast and far, but the only thought that enters my head is the image of me pregnant with Kolton’s baby. Giving birth to our little boy or girl with him by my side. Creating a loving family with him.
It should scare me, but it doesn’t. Instead, it leaves me wanting more.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I roll my eyes, acting as though he’s annoying even though deep down, I’m excited. It’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and Kolton surprised me with a long weekend away. He even called my boss and asked her to ensure I was off. I’m shocked she agreed, but it shouldn’t surprise me. Kolton is a charmer.
“We’re on I-4,” I point out, “which means we’re going to Orlando.”
He chuckles. “You’re right, we are, but what are we doing there?” He quirks a brow up and glances over at me.
“Hopefully going somewhere with a bed, so you can fuck me.” I run my fingers across his leg and over his crotch, making him chuckle. We’ve been together for a month now, and the heat between us hasn’t cooled at all. When I’m not working, I’m with Kolton, and he’s either wooing me or making love to me. I haven’t been home much lately, and I haven’t spent as much time with Blakely and Zane as I usually do, but I don’t feel too bad because I’m with Kolton the same way Blakely’s with Keegan.
“That’ll definitely happen,” Kolton says, scooping up my hand and lacing our fingers together. “But first, I have a little surprise for you that I think you’ll enjoy.” He gnaws on the corner of his bottom lip, suddenly looking nervous. “At least I hope so.”
A little while later, we arrive at the Gaylord Palms, a fancy resort in the heart of Orlando. I’ve been here before with Blakely and Zane to see their annual Christmas exhibit, but we’ve never spent the night.
After we get checked in, Kolton asks the woman where the conference is being held. She hands him a sheet of paper and draws some directions for him before giving him our keys.
“We have a few minutes to freshen up, but then we have to head out,” he says. “We have somewhere we need to be. Wear something nice.” He told me to make sure I included a few nice outfits, but I had assumed it was to go out to dinner—yet it’s only ten in the morning.