Текст книги "Hold on tight"

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But then, I had only kissed one other. And we had just been kids then.

Dewayne’s hands slipped down my back and cupped my bottom as he lifted me higher up against

his body. His tongue danced along and teased mine, driving me crazy.

A moan came from somewhere, but I wasn’t sure whose it was. He heard it too, and it was like ice

water over the fire that he’d wrapped us inside. Before I could steady myself, I was back on the ground

and Dewayne was putting the length of my living room between us. I grabbed the chair behind me and

hoped I didn’t sway on my feet.

Dewayne’s eyes were wild as he breathed heavily. At least he seemed as affected as I was. Because

I was affected. No, I was marked. For life. I may not have been kissed by anyone other than Dustin

before this, but I knew that no one was ever going to compare to what I’d just experienced.

“We can’t. I shouldn’t have,” Dewayne said, shaking his head. Then he all but ran out of my house.

I stood there and listened to his truck door close and the engine start up. I stood there long after his

truck had pulled out of my driveway.

He hadn’t been able to get away from me fast enough. It wasn’t like I had asked him to kiss me.

Had he expected me to push him away? Was I a bad kisser? Had that moan been mine, and he had

been turned off?

God! I hated being so damn clueless at this.

“Momma? Why is the door open?” Micah’s voice asked, and I snapped out of my daze and turned

to see my little boy frowning at me.

“Because I was waiting on you,” I replied, not missing a beat.

He smiled and ran over to me, and I was careful to hide my bruised arm as I hugged him.

“Did you have fun?” I asked.

He nodded but pulled back and looked up at me. “I missed you this morning. Mama T offered to

make me biscuits, but I wanted to come home and eat Pop-Tarts with you. I remembered you didn’t

have work today.”

Hillary had given me one Saturday off a month, and I was very thankful for that this morning. After

what had just happened, leaving Dewayne at my house to watch Micah would have been hard and

distracting.

“I can do better than Pop-Tarts. How about pancakes?” I asked him.

He grinned. “How about chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Sounds perfect,” I said. “Let me go change shirts and we will get to work.”

I didn’t let him see me long enough to see my arm before I slipped out of the kitchen and into my

bedroom, where I put on a long-sleeve T-shirt.

DEWAYNE

She was Dustin’s. She would always be Dustin’s.

Why the fuck had I kissed her? Goddamn, I wasn’t going to be able to forget that. She’d been so

damn sweet and hot all at once. Almost like she was innocent, when I knew she wasn’t. She had a kid.

She wasn’t innocent, and she’d melted into my arms so easily. I had wanted to get her as close to me

as fucking possible.

Then she’d moaned, and my dick had gone so hard it had almost broken the damn zipper on my

jeans. Fuck, but she was a sexy moaner. If I hadn’t gotten away from her, I would have ended up

fucking her on the sofa. The image of Sienna naked and wrapped around me sprang to mind, and I hit

the steering wheel and cursed. I needed a fucking cigarette. Why did that shit have to kill you? Giving

up alcohol was going to be a hell of a lot easier.

I couldn’t do this shit. She was Micah’s mom. She wasn’t someone I could fuck for fun and walk

away from. And after today I wasn’t sure I could fuck her and walk away from her. Hell, not tasting

her mouth again was going to kill me. No wonder my brother had knocked her up. Fuck! I wouldn’t

have been able to keep my wits about me when I was between her legs either. Damn woman could

make any man lose his mind.

Dustin would want Sienna happy and taken care of. He would want her to have the life she

deserved. Not one with his loser older brother, who had made more fucking mistakes than the average

person. Hell, I’d bruised her arm. How the fuck did someone hurt Sienna? I wasn’t drinking ever

again. I was done. If that was the kind of shit I did, I wasn’t touching alcohol. Sienna and Micah were

going to turn me into the damn Pope.

Micah deserved a man in his life he could look up to. I would be the uncle who doted on him and

made him feel loved, but I wasn’t really much to look up to. I wasn’t that guy. I never was and never

would be good enough for Sienna Roy and my nephew. She needed a man who could be with just her.

Who didn’t need easy, no-strings fucks. And Micah needed a stable uncle. One who was a good role

model. One who didn’t fucking hurt his momma. Motherfucker! I wanted to beat my own ass. Sienna’s

bruised arm turned my stomach. I’d done that to her. I was the worthless piece of shit I knew wasn’t

worthy enough to kiss those sweet lips of hers.

Then I’d kissed her. What the hell! What kind of message did that send? Not a good one. Surely she

knew I wasn’t for her. I wasn’t for anyone. I would have to talk to Sienna and apologize. She needed to

understand that I couldn’t be what she needed. I wasn’t that guy. I would be there for them, I would be

her friend, I would take care of them—but that was all I was good for. Nothing more.

A knock on my window startled me, and I turned to see Marcus Hardy frowning at me. I had parked

in the lot of my apartment building, but I hadn’t gotten out. I opened the door and stepped out of the

truck.

“What was that about?” Marcus asked.

“What?” I asked, trying to blow off whatever it was he’d seen.

Marcus cocked an eyebrow at me. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the snarling and cursing and hitting

your steering wheel.”

Shit. He’d been there a while.

“Nothing,” I replied, and started walking to my apartment. I knew Marcus would follow me.

“Preston said Sienna Roy was back and she has a kid.”

Shit. Preston gossiped like a damn woman.

I nodded and pulled out my keys to unlock my apartment door.

“Kid’s Dustin’s, then?” Marcus said, walking into my apartment behind me. Marcus would have

this conversation by himself until I spoke up. He wouldn’t leave. That wasn’t Marcus. He was

persistent.

“Yeah. Micah’s my nephew.”

Marcus nodded and went and made himself comfortable on the couch.

“She giving you a hard time? If I remember right, you sure had a lot of interest in her back in the

day. You got sent to alternative school for a month after beating the shit out of that guy who had

cornered her in the hallway and was touching her while she tried to push him away. Broke the kid’s

nose.”

Alternative school had sucked. It was for the thugs who screwed up so bad they took them out of

the regular school and sent them to something like a boot camp. Luckily, there had been witnesses

who vouched that the guy was touching Sienna inappropriately and that he’d taken two swings at me.

One had actually given me a black eye, so it hadn’t all been completely my fault. He’d done

alternative school with a busted nose.

“She was a kid. She needed someone to take care of her. Too damn pretty for her own good.”

Marcus let out a small laugh. “She was more than pretty, from what I remember, but she was

Dustin’s. Or so you always said. Although Dustin chose to ignore her for weeks until he finally saw

just how much attention she was getting.”

“Don’t,” I warned him. He knew I didn’t let anyone talk bad about my brother. Ever. He’d been a

kid and he’d made some bad decisions, but he’d had a good heart. And he’d been destined to be great.

Marcus sighed. “I loved Dustin. You know that. I wasn’t talking bad about him. I’d never do that.”

“I know,” I replied. I was just being defensive because I’d almost fucked Sienna and all I could

think about was going back and tasting her again.

“Sienna letting you get to know Micah?”

I nodded. She was being more than awesome about that. Letting him stay the night at my parents’

had made my mother’s year. Momma had called to tell me everything they did and everything Micah

said. She adored that kid, and she adored his mother.

Another reason I had to stay away from Sienna. I couldn’t upset my mother. My dad would likely

beat my ass. And I’d let him.

“You got feelings for her?” Marcus asked me.

I looked over at him and decided that l wasn’t sure how to answer that. I had feelings for her

because she was the mother of my nephew. I had feelings for her because she was a part of Dustin,

part of a memory. But there was something else there. Something that had always been there and I’d

always pushed away because of Dustin. Something that scared me because I needed to stop it now.

“She’s Micah’s mother. I care about her and her safety.”

Marcus nodded, and I knew he was remembering just how crazy I’d been about keeping her safe

before Micah. Then the night my brother had finally made his move . . . I’d been so relieved I’d gotten

trashed.

“You’re one of the best men I know. You wear your tats and piercings and those damn leather

bracelets that only you could get away with. But inside you are one big teddy bear. When someone you

love needs you, there is nothing you won’t do for them. When I needed you, you were always there.

I’ve never questioned your heart. It’s made of fucking gold, and we all know it. We laugh at your

crude jokes and snide comments because we know they mean nothing. It’s part of your shield.

Underneath, I don’t know many men that compare. You’re one of the best, Dewayne. One of the best.”

If he knew my thoughts about Sienna right now, he’d change his mind.

Eight years ago . . .

SIENNA

“Hey, gorgeous. You seen Dewayne? He don’t normally get too far from you,” Preston Drake asked

with a crooked smirk, his long blond hair tucked behind his ears. Most girls in school loved Preston.

Not me. He was just funny. He made me smile, but he didn’t make my heart race.

“Back off, Drake,” Dewayne said as he sat down beside me on the picnic bench. He had just gotten

back from alternative school and hadn’t left my side. While he’d been gone, Marcus, Rock, and

Preston had watched over me so closely that not many people spoke to me. Some girls did, like

Marcus’s sister, Amanda, and Rock’s girlfriend, Trisha. But everyone else seemed intrigued and

scared of me. It was frustrating.

“Knew you were around here somewhere,” Preston said, amused. “I’ve got some things to handle at

home. I’m out of here. Let Marcus know I won’t need a ride after school, yeah?” When he said the

word “home,” his easy smile had slipped and I’d seen anger or frustration there.

Dewayne nodded. “Sure. I’ll tell him.”

“See you tonight. Rock’s place,” he said, then shoved off from the table with a wink in my

direction.

They were all very close and so different. But if one of them needed another, they were all there.

Marcus was the one who stuck out like a sore thumb. Unlike the other three, he came from money. His

daddy owned a lot of car dealerships, but you would never guess it from looking at Marcus.

“That all you’re gonna eat?” Dewayne asked me.

It was nice to have someone to eat with me again. I had missed this. We didn’t have the same

lunch, but somehow Dewayne always showed up at freshman lunch and kept me company. The past

month I had sat alone. Sometimes Dustin would stop by and talk to me for a few minutes before the

basketball team pulled him away to their table, but he never invited me into that world.

I was losing Dustin. It hurt. He’d been my best friend for so long, it wasn’t easy to watch him move

further and further away from me. While Dewayne was gone, Dustin had almost seemed mad at me.

As if it was my fault his brother had been sent to alternative school. I hadn’t asked him to beat the

crap out of that guy, but I had been thankful he’d stopped him.

“I’m not very hungry,” I told him, which was a lie. My mother had decided I had gained weight

lately, and she wanted to limit my food. I tried to explain it was my boobs, but she didn’t accept that.

She said my fat was going there and I needed to stop eating so much. She wasn’t well endowed, and

she believed I would be if I ate less.

So I had an apple and some celery sticks for lunch. My waist had gotten smaller, but it was only

making my boobs look even bigger. The bigger they looked, the more panicked my mother got and the

less food she gave me.

“You’ve lost weight,” Dewayne said, frowning. “Need to gain some more weight, Little Red.”

“Hey, Sienna,” Dustin said, setting his tray down on the other side of the table. Surprised, I looked

up at him.

“Hey,” I replied, happy to see him. I missed him.

“You look really good,” he said, his eyes glancing down at my chest, then back up at my face with

an approving grin.

“She always looks good,” Dewayne informed him.

Dustin glanced at his brother and looked guilty. “Yeah, she does,” he replied, then turned back to

me. “I’ve been busy with things since school started, and I haven’t been around a lot. I’m sorry about

that.”

I nodded. I understood his need to fit in with the team. It was what he loved, and I was just his

friend. I had once hoped he would see me as something more, but he was Dustin Falco and I was just

the girl next door. Not the head cheerleader or dance team captain. Both those girls had caught

Dustin’s attention. I’d seen him off in corners with them often.

“You want to go over and eat with me and the team?” Dustin asked, keeping his gaze on me and not

looking at Dewayne.

I had been secretly wishing he would invite me into his new world with him, but I couldn’t get up

and leave Dewayne. He had been my friend when I didn’t have one. Dewayne was beautiful and larger

than life, and he made me feel special. Dustin had never made me feel special.

“I—”

“It’s about damn time,” Dewayne said, interrupting me. Then he stood up. “Go eat with my brother.

I think he’s got his head out of his ass now. But if he sticks it back up his ass, you come tell me. I’ll

take care of you.”

Then Dewayne Falco walked off. I sat there and watched him leave the cafeteria without a

backward glance.

“Come on, Sienna. Let me introduce you to everyone. Most of them have been asking about you for

a while now. Dewayne’s made you pretty damn popular with the guys.”

He had?

I stood up, took my meager lunch, and let Dustin lead me over to the popular table, where

basketball players and cheerleaders gathered. The head cheerleader who had been on Dustin’s arm all

last week glared at me. I wanted to go back to the safety of Dewayne. Kimmy Bart was not someone I

wanted as an enemy. She owned this school. She was also tall, thin, and blond. Guys ogled her legs

like they were the Holy Grail. And all that long blond hair made her look like a princess.

“Sienna, this is everyone. Everyone, this is my girl, Sienna Roy.”

And just like that . . . I became Dustin Falco’s girl.

Present day . . .

DEWAYNE

I hung up the phone with Momma after finding out she had Micah with her. Sienna had needed to

work overtime and she’d called Momma to see if she would mind getting him from his after-school

day care. Momma had been tickled pink that she got to keep him this afternoon.

I had turned my truck to the salon, and I was parked out back beside Sienna’s car, waiting on her to

get off work. We needed to talk, and I didn’t want to do it at her house where Micah could come home

or my momma could see I was over there alone with Sienna. She’d asked me five times already why I

had been over there Saturday morning. Lying to my mother wasn’t easy.

The back door opened and Hillary walked out. Shit. Not who I wanted to see. She looked at me and

her eyes narrowed. Then she came my way. I hadn’t seen Hillary since I’d gotten out of her bed after a

one-nighter. She’d been drinking. I’d been drinking. And she had a really damn good body.

My window was already rolled down when she reached it.

“Leave her alone, Falco. She’s a good girl. A sweet girl. And you”—she pointed at me—“ain’t

something that girl can deal with. She doesn’t understand guys like you. I’ve watched her, and every

man who walks into that place hits on her, and she ain’t got a clue. Even Gretchen’s clients can’t keep

their eyes off her. She’s sweet. Too sweet. So crank this truck and get the hell out of here.”

Not what I had been expecting. She wasn’t out here to yell at me for running out on her after sex.

She was warning me off Sienna. Interesting.

“She’s the mother of my nephew, so I can’t stay away from her. She’s family.”

Hillary’s eyes went wide. Apparently, Sienna hadn’t told them Micah was a Falco. Which was

something that bothered me—I didn’t like Dustin’s boy not having his last name.

“Well, shit,” she muttered. “I didn’t know the kid was Dustin’s.”

I just nodded. The back door opened again, catching my attention, and Sienna stepped out. Her eyes

immediately found my truck, and they shifted to Hillary at my door. Then she jerked her attention

away from us and hurried across the parking lot to her beat-to-shit car.

“Move,” I told Hillary before I swung my door open and headed after Sienna.

“Sienna, wait,” I called out. She paused with her hand on the door handle. “I came here to see you,”

I explained, as if I had been doing something wrong. Jesus, I’d only kissed her. If I was here seeing

Hillary, it was would be perfectly fine. But for some reason it felt like I had been caught cheating.

She glanced back over her shoulder. “Why?”

“Because we need to talk. And not at your house,” I said, and motioned to my truck. “Come for a

ride with me.”

She seemed unsure until her eyes followed Hillary, who was headed inside. When Sienna looked

back at me, she let out a weary sigh but walked toward me. “Okay,” she said, and we walked side by

side back to my truck.

I opened the passenger-side door and held out my hand to help her up, but she ignored it and

climbed up on her own. Which made her sweet ass stick up in a very appealing way in those leggings

she was wearing.

I closed the door, the image of her in those tight pants taunting me as I made my way over to my

side of the truck. I climbed in and looked over at her. She was wearing sleeves that stopped just below

her elbow. Still covering her bruise. Fuck me. “How’s your arm?” I asked her.

“It’s fading and it doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said with a smile that didn’t meet her eyes.

“I’m a fuckup, Sienna. The bruise on your arm proves that. I shouldn’t get to breathe the same air

you do.” I stopped myself before I said anything more. I wasn’t ever going to get over that bruise. It

was going to haunt me long after it faded away. “And I’m sorry. About the kiss. It was uncalled for,

and I shouldn’t have.”

She tensed up beside me, but only for a moment. Then she relaxed her shoulders and crossed her

legs, and damned if that wasn’t fascinating. “Probably not a good idea. You’re right.”

So she agreed. We shouldn’t have kissed. “I don’t want things to get awkward with us.”

She nodded. “Me neither.”

“So, we can just be friends. Or family. We’re family.”

She nodded again.

She didn’t feel like family. I watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and I wanted to

reach out and see if it was as silky as it looked. I’d missed that opportunity when I’d been eating her

alive. My hands had gone from her face to her ass. I should have felt her hair.

“I know I’m, uh . . . not very experienced. I don’t . . . I mean, Dustin was the only one I, uh . . . I did

anything with. So I was curious. I haven’t been kissed in a long time.” She shut her mouth and closed

her eyes tightly. She was trying to explain her reaction to me, but the fact that no one had touched her

in six years was a little more information than I could handle.

How was she so untouched? I knew she’d said she didn’t date, but, hell, how’d she get release?

After having sex before, she’d want it, right? Need it?

“Not even any one-night stands or friends with benefits?” I asked.

She blushed and shook her head, but wouldn’t look at me.

“You don’t need it?” I needed to shut the hell up. This was not a conversation you had with

someone who was your “family.”

She shrugged. “Not really. I mean . . . I never understood what the big deal was.”

What? Holy hell. My sixteen-year-old brother hadn’t been experienced enough to do it right,

apparently.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Her blush deepened and she didn’t respond.

Did that mean . . . she got herself off? Motherfucker! Why was I thinking about this? This was not

helping me defuse my Sienna lust. The idea of slipping my hand into her panties and bringing her

pleasure was so damn tempting.

“You do it yourself,” I said, supplying the answer for her and knowing I needed to shut the hell up.

She pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly again. Bingo. She played with her pussy.

Damn, that image was gonna give me some serious shower time later.

“Let’s not talk about this, okay?” She reached for the door handle, but I wasn’t ready to let her go.

The desire to smell her was too much. I tugged her over to me and buried my head in her neck and

inhaled. Fuck, she smelled good. So damn good. She also sounded good.

Her body leaned in to me and I wanted it. More.

“You smell good, baby. Real good. I bet that pussy smells even better,” I whispered in a growl as I

slid my hand between her legs. She let out a small cry.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wanted her. I wanted to hear her as she orgasmed. I wanted to see her play with

herself. Was she bare, or were there curly red hairs down there to tease me?

“Dewayne?” she breathed, her chest rising and falling so fast that her cleavage taunted me. She’d

always had the best damn tits.

“Yeah, baby?” I replied, running my nose up her neck.

“Gretchen is watching us,” she said, and that was the wake-up call I needed. Shit. I had forgotten

where we were.

I moved away from her, missing the smell and heat of her on my hand. I needed to get laid. She was

screwing with my head. But first I wanted to go beat off to the image of her touching herself.

“I, we, this, um . . . I should go,” she said, and moved away from me.

I couldn’t argue. She should go before I gave in and attacked her again.

She opened the door, and I managed to remember what I had wanted to ask her. “Tomorrow night

I’ll bring dinner. I’d like to visit Micah,” I said.

I didn’t say I wanted to see her, but I did. I so fucking did.

She nodded. “Of course. You can take him out if you want to. You don’t have to stay at my house. I

trust you with him.”

She was giving me an out. I wasn’t taking it. As hard as it was getting to keep my hands off her, I

wanted to see her too. “I’ll bring dinner. And you’ll eat more. Because nothing on your body is

fucking average, Sienna. Understand that. You’re perfect. Too damn perfect.”

Her mouth opened slightly, and then she closed it and quickly got out of my truck. I sat there and

watched her as she got into her car and buckled up. I waited until she pulled out of the parking lot

before leaving. I didn’t even look Gretchen’s way.

SIENNA

“More,” I whispered into the dark room. “Please, Dewayne, I want more. Do it harder,” I begged. My

eyes were closed tightly as Dewayne held his body over me, sliding in deeper and deeper. I lifted my

legs up his back and buried my face in the pillow beside me as I cried out from how good he felt. How

beautiful his body was as he worked over me. His naughty words told me how sexy I was and how

good I felt.

I worked my fingers harder, letting the fantasy play out until my body shuddered with release. It

was the same fantasy I had been using since Dewayne had walked into my house the first day we’d

returned. It was getting more and more detailed. Like tonight, he’d told me I smelled good as he tasted

me and ran his tongue where no one’s had ever been.

I was getting worked up again and I needed to sleep. Fantasies of Dewayne could go on for hours. I

had no shame in the darkness of my room. He was here with me, and I loved everything he did. When

he’d asked me today if I pleasured myself, I was sure it was all over my face. I couldn’t get away from

him fast enough.

Him knowing he starred in my nightly playtime would be humiliating.

The fact that I got off on the fantasy of him inside me was interesting, since until Dewayne’s return

to my life I’d normally fantasized about other stuff. The act of actual intercourse had never held that

appeal for me. But the idea of Dewayne being over me and between my legs made me hot and

bothered. Maybe I was just old enough to enjoy it now. I’d been so young then.

My phone dinged and I reached for it. No one ever texted me this late.

Dewayne: You awake?

Why was he texting me? Oh God, had he known somehow that I had just used his body to pleasure

myself?

I let my finger hover over the phone keys a moment, then finally gave in and replied.

Me: No

Dewayne: Are you in bed?

What was he asking that for?

Me: Yes

I should ignore this.

Dewayne: Do you sleep naked?

Okay. Wait a minute. This was not us being friendly. And I couldn’t handle him doing this hot-andcold

stuff.

Me: What do you want? This conversation is going in a bad direction.

He didn’t reply right away. I thought for a moment my scolding him had made him back off. Then

my phone lit up again.

Dewayne: I know. I’m sorry.

That was it. Why did I feel so disappointed?

Dewayne: It’s just if you’re gonna play with yourself I want to know. I want to see it. Or at

least you can tell me about it.

Holy crap. The tingling between my legs startled me. He was only texting me and I was reacting to

him. I should turn off my phone and forget this conversation. Tomorrow he would regret it and push

me away. He was probably drunk.

But maybe he wouldn’t remember it . . . maybe.

Me: I’ve already taken care of that.

I pressed send before I could stop myself.

Dewayne: Motherfuck. Do it again. Tell me about it. Or let me FaceTime you and watch your

face. God, let me watch your face.

Oh wow. He was drunk. He had to be. This was not careful Dewayne.

Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Dewayne: I know it’s a bad idea. But damn, Sienna, you’re driving me crazy. I just want a

little taste. If you’d spread those legs for me and let me taste you just once, then we could be

friends. I just need a taste, baby. I know it’s gonna be sweet.

Oh. My. God.

I stared at the phone in my hand and my whole body trembled. Maybe I could FaceTime him. If he

kept talking like this, I was going to beg him to come taste all he wanted.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

Dewayne: Let me FaceTime you and watch you touch that pussy I want to fucking bury my

face in.

I was a goner. This was too much. I wanted this, as dumb as it sounded.

Me: What happens tomorrow?

Dewayne: We keep being friends and forget we did this. Just give me this tonight. I need

something. I’ve spent way too much time imagining it. I need visuals.

Okay. One time. I could do that. We would forget tomorrow. I stood up, went to close Micah’s

door, then closed mine before coming back to bed.

Me: Okay.

My phone rang almost instantly. It was a FaceTime call from Dewayne Falco.

Oh shit. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. It was so bad. But exciting. And I trusted

Dewayne. I had always trusted him.

“Hello,” I said, looking into Dewayne’s eyes. The glow of lamplight illuminated his face. I was in

the dark.

“Turn on a light. I need to see you.”

I wasn’t wearing makeup, but I guess he’d seen me like this before. I reached over and turned on

the lamp beside me.

“Fuck, that’s better. So much better,” he said in a pleased rumble.

I wasn’t sure I could do this now. He wasn’t hidden behind text messages anymore. He was right

there in front of me.

“Are you sure we should do this?” I asked him, hoping he’d changed his mind and terrified he

would at the same time.

“Take off your panties, Sienna,” was his response.

“Okay,” I replied, and reached down to take them off.

“I want to see,” he said in a deep voice.

All right. I held the phone with one hand so he could see me taking my panties off with the other

hand. I wasn’t waxed completely. I did keep only a small strip of hair there because I hated how it felt

when it was bare.

“Fuck, you got red curls,” he muttered. “I want to bury my nose in that and inhale. So damn deep

you stay with me for days after.”

I whimpered. It was all I could do. All the naughty talking I had imagined in my fantasies was

never this good. He was much better at it than my imaginary Dewayne was.

“Slip a finger in, baby. Let me watch.”

I was so turned on I didn’t even question him. I did as he told me, and knowing he was watching me

made me moan with pleasure. It was almost as if it was him touching me.

“That’s it. Fuck, that pussy is wet. I can see the curls all sticking together. That swollen clit needs

attention. Give her some. Easy and slow,” he said in a low growl.

I did exactly like he said.

“Easy . . . Fuck yeah. Now let me watch you suck that finger clean.

Oh my. I had never tasted myself. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Come on, Sienna. I need you to taste your sweet pussy for me. I want to eat it so damn bad. Do it

so I can watch, baby. Do it for me.”

When he said it like that, I was pretty sure I’d do anything. I held the phone back up to my face and

watched his face as I slipped the finger into my mouth.

“Suck it, baby,” he said, breathing heavy. Then I saw his arm moving.

“Are you . . . are you . . .” I couldn’t even ask him.

“Yeah, Little Red, I’m fucking getting off on this. Best damn jerk I’ve ever had. Now let me see

how wet you are.”

Knowing he was enjoying this so much he was beating off, I opened my legs and held the phone

down there so he could see exactly how turned on I was.

I heard him curse and groan. “Touch it for me. Fucking touch it. Damn plump pussy lips are the

prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.”

Yes, Dewayne was the king of dirty talk.

I slipped another finger down until my fingertip touched the entrance I had been asking Dewayne to

fuck harder just a little while ago.

“Fuck that pussy for me. God knows I want inside it so bad I can’t think straight. It looks so tight.

Almost fucking new. Touch it for me, baby.”

I began pumping a finger in and out of me, and Dewayne’s name left my mouth.

“Face. I want to see your face,” Dewayne demanded.

I was lost in my fantasy, but I moved the phone back to my face, and the dark look in Dewayne’s