Текст книги "Hold on tight"

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eyes made me tremble.

“Say my name again,” he said as his arm pumped, causing his muscles to flex. He was gorgeous.

I cried out his name and threw my head back.

“Look in my eyes,” he barked, and I did. I forced my eyes open and ran my finger over my clit just

as I came apart. It was so much better than my earlier orgasm.

Dewayne’s grunt and shout followed mine, and I smiled at the knowledge that he’d enjoyed

watching me that much.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re gonna ruin me. Fucking ruin me,” he said in a low whisper.

I was breathing hard and didn’t respond. The embarrassment that had left me when I had gotten so

worked up came back. The knowledge that he had gotten off too helped marginally. At least I hadn’t

been alone in that.

“Tomorrow we’re just friends,” he reminded me, and although I knew that, hearing him say it hurt.

It hurt bad. Because all I could think about now was doing that for real. He apparently wasn’t thinking

the same thing.

“Right,” I agreed.

“You good?” he asked, looking worried.

I was sure my disappointment was all over my face. I had to cover that up, and fast. “Yeah. More

than. I need sleep now. So . . . uh . . . thanks,” I said with a forced smile.

He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then. Good night,” I replied, and ended the call before he could respond.

DEWAYNE

What had I done? How was I supposed to forget that? Fuck it all, seeing Sienna play with herself

wasn’t something I needed to see. Now I was all screwed up in the head. My attraction to her was now

full-blown need. I needed to eat her needy little pussy. And it was pretty. So damn pretty and plump.

And pink.

Damn! I had made a major mistake. I could not have Sienna that way. Ever. She was Micah’s

mother. She needed a man who was worthy of her. Not me. I wasn’t what she needed. I had too much

baggage. Besides, what happened after I fucked her and was done? I was always over a woman once I

fucked her. The mystery was gone and I was finished. I couldn’t do that to Sienna.

I guess it was a good thing that when I cracked I did it through FaceTime. That was just playtime.

Nothing too serious. Sienna couldn’t get all googly-eyed with me. She still had Mr. Vice Principal to

date.

He’d just better keep his hands off her.

Fuck. I was fucked. I had to shake this loose. Without fucking her out of my system.

I revisited the memory of her slipping her finger into her mouth, and my dick went from zero to

sixty. I had to get laid, and fast. Before I screwed up seriously bad. My parents would never forgive

me, I would never forgive me, and Sienna would hate me. I couldn’t lose Micah because I wanted in

between his momma’s legs.

They were really great legs. Fucking amazing legs. The skin on the inside of her thighs looked so

soft. Shit. I wanted a taste. Maybe I could get a taste of her on my tongue, and then I’d be over her.

Then she wouldn’t hate me. I’d explain that it was just for fun. Nothing more.

I walked up to her front door with burgers and fries from the Pickle Shack. I had to get a grip on

this. Tonight was about Micah. Not Sienna and her hot little body. If she had a magic pussy, then I

didn’t need to get near it. I’d seen my friends come in contact with magic pussy, and I wasn’t ready

for that shit. Ever.

“Dewayne!” Micah cheered as he opened the door. He had known I was coming, and he was still

excited to see me. That helped remind me why I was here.

“Hey, little man. Ready for the best burgers you’ve ever eaten?” I asked him.

He frowned. “Do they have mac ’n’ cheese on them?”

The kid was obsessed with mac ’n’ cheese. And as a matter of fact, I’d had mac ’n’ cheese added to

his burger.

“Yours does,” I told him. His little eyes went wide and his grin got wider. “YAY! Momma,

Dewayne got me a burger with mac ’n’ cheese on it!”

I looked up just as Sienna walked into the living room from the kitchen. She was wearing another

pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt over them. No makeup and her hair was up in a ponytail. If this

was her trying not to act like she wanted to impress me, then she didn’t know me that well. Because

her looking all comfortable and clean was sexy as hell.

“He has you all figured out,” Sienna said, smiling down at Micah before looking up at me.

She smiled at me shyly and had that look women got when they wanted something more. Shit! Shit!

Shit! I had told her we were just friends. That what we’d done didn’t change anything.

“Um, you two can go ahead and eat. I’ve already eaten, and I’m going to go take a soak in the tub.

Enjoy your visit.”

Or maybe not. She was escaping. I didn’t want her to escape. I wanted to hear her laugh and see her

eyes light up. I also wanted to make her smile. And see her eat. Dammit.

“You don’t like burgers?” I asked, trying to think of a way to keep her in here.

“She loves ’em,” Micah offered.

“I got you the best,” I told her.

She looked like she wanted some but was fighting it. Was it because she couldn’t look at me? I

didn’t like that. I wanted her comfortable with me.

“You didn’t eat nothing but a few pretzels with peanut butter, Momma.”

The kid was telling on her. Which was funny and was giving me leverage.

“You don’t have to eat the whole thing, just eat some. I know you don’t eat a lot.”

Micah looked up at me and frowned. “Yeah, she does! She can eat lots more than me. She normally

eats a whole burger, fries, and a piece of pie.”

Then why the hell had she picked at the pizza? Was it really because of the “average” comment?

I’d straightened that out already. Hell, after last night she shouldn’t have any concerns around me.

“Gotta keep those curves in place. It’d be a shame for them to disappear,” I told her.

“What curves?” Micah asked.

Her eyes went wide. She looked over at the bags in my hand and let out a sigh, then smiled. “Okay.

I’ll eat. It smells delicious.”

Score.

Micah started telling me about his day at school, and I tried like hell to listen to him and not focus

on his mother sitting down across from me, eating her burger like it was the best thing she’d ever put

in her mouth. She’d clearly been starving, from the way she was eating. I hated that she’d picked at

her pizza the other night and had been hungry. All because of my dumbass comment to my mother.

“And Mama T said I could come over to her house and stay the night again soon. We’re out of

school Friday and Mama T said I could stay with her ’cause I don’t want to stay at day care. Her and

Grandpa Dave’s house is more funner.”

“More fun,” Sienna corrected him.

“Yeah, more fun, and so maybe I could stay the night tomorrow night. I told Momma, but she said

she’d have to talk to Mama T first.”

I had no doubt my mother would take Micah any time he wanted her to. My dad, too. When Micah

had called him Grandpa Dave the other day, he’d had to leave the room because he’d teared up. My

dad wasn’t a crier. Seeing him get emotional like that wasn’t something I was used to. Once again it

made me feel like I owed Sienna Roy the world. She’d been alone and scared, but she’d had Dustin’s

baby anyway and she’d been a damn good mom. All on her own. Micah was the healing I didn’t think

my parents would ever find. Because one young girl was brave enough to be a mother without a

family’s support around her.

My chest ached and something fierce settled in. I had to protect this woman. Even if I was

protecting her from myself. I wanted her to have nothing but happiness in life. She deserved that.

More than anyone else I knew, Sienna Roy deserved the best life had to offer.

And the best wasn’t me.

“And I bet that Momma could go on another date with Mr. Dodge.” Micah’s comment snapped me

out of my thoughts.

“Mr. Dodge hasn’t asked me out again, Micah,” Sienna said to her son while setting drinks down in

front of us.

“Then he’s an idiot,” I said. The dude had stepped way up out of his league with Sienna.

Sienna laughed. “I think he might have seen a side of me he wasn’t crazy about.”

She was referring to our argument in the parking lot. She’d been all fired up and gorgeous that

night. I couldn’t even remember it fondly, though, because the memory of my hurting her arm was too

painful. I hated myself for that.

“Then Uncle Dewayne can take you out on a date. You think Momma is pretty, don’t you?” Micah

said, and I watched Sienna freeze.

A panicked look came over her face, and then she looked at me. I wasn’t sure what to say to the kid.

I thought his momma was gorgeous, but I didn’t think saying that would help get him off this idea.

“Um, well, see, Uncle Dewayne is family. You don’t date family,” Sienna said to Micah, and took a

seat across from him.

Micah frowned, then shrugged. Luckily, he let it go while he took a bite of his burger.

“How’s the mac ’n’ cheese burger?” I asked him, wanting to ease the sudden awkward silence.

Micah gave me a thumbs-up.

“I can’t believe you got them to put mac ’n’ cheese on the burger,” Sienna said with an amused

smile.

“My boy wants a mac ’n’ cheese burger, he’s gonna get one,” I told her.

There was a flash of something in her eyes, and then she looked down at her own burger and

studied it a moment before she picked it up and bit into it.

I wasn’t sure what I’d said, but she got quiet after that. Micah didn’t. He started telling me all

about the Heat’s lineup this year and how they were going to beat each team. Or how LeBron James

was going to beat each team. I didn’t have anything to add to the conversation because basketball had

never been my sport. But I listened.

SIENNA

After I finished my burger, I excused myself and went to the safety of my bedroom while Micah took

Dewayne to the living room to make him watch Return of the Jedi. It was a school night, and I knew

Micah would end up falling asleep twenty minutes into the movie. He was like clockwork with his

sleeping pattern. The kid required serious sleep.

I would need to be out of the bath and dressed when Dewayne left, so I could make sure Micah was

tucked into bed. I sat down on the bed and reached for my phone. It was time I made a call.

I’d been putting off calling my aunt Cathy for two reasons. One, I wanted to see if she’d ever call

me and check in on us. She hadn’t. Two, I was thankful for my aunt Cathy’s willingness to let me live

in her house for so long, and I didn’t want to hear she’d had anything to do with the Falcos not getting

my letters. But I honestly didn’t see any other explanation. I had resigned myself to the fact that my

aunt Cathy had taken them.

I scrolled down the list of numbers in my phone until I found hers, and then I pressed send. When I

had told Aunt Cathy I was moving, she hadn’t seemed to care either way. She was glad my mother had

finally stepped up to help me, but that was about it. No warm hugs or any other emotions.

“Hello?” Aunt Cathy’s familiar voice came over the line.

“Hey, Aunt Cathy, it’s Sienna,” I said.

“Good to hear from you, Sienna. I take it life there is good?”

She was always so formal. Even with Micah she had been stern and strict. She didn’t do nonsense

of any kind. She reminded me a lot of my dad.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s good here. Micah likes his new school, and I am doing well at my job. Micah, uh,

met the Falcos. They didn’t know about him until they met him. Now they’re very active in his life.”

I stopped and waited for her to say something. She didn’t.

“I sent letters to them. So many letters. I wanted and needed them to know about Micah. Micah

needed them. Tabby is the wonderful grandmother I knew she would be. Micah missed that for five

years of his life. I don’t understand how this happened.”

Again I was met with silence. I started to say something else, but my aunt finally spoke up. “If you

are calling me to ask me if I took those letters, this is a conversation you need to be having with your

mother. I’ve done her job long enough, Sienna. I didn’t have children because I didn’t want the

responsibility. Yet my younger sister neglected her responsibility to her own child, so I stepped in

until you could stand on your own two feet. However, I’m not your mother. What happened with those

letters is something I don’t have to answer for. You were staying in my house. I could do whatever I

pleased. You need to call your mother and have a talk with her. It’s past time. Now, if that is all you’d

like to talk about, I have some work to do.”

There was nothing else to say. Aunt Cathy had made it very clear. “No, ma’am, that’s it. I’ll let you

get back to work,” I replied.

“You’re a smart girl, Sienna. Use that brain of yours and make a life that kid you were determined

to have deserves. Let the past be the past.” And with that, Aunt Cathy hung up the phone.

I wasn’t surprised. Not really. She’d always been that way. Not once had she cooed over or cuddled

Micah. She had treated us as if she was our warden, and now I realized that was really all she ever had

been. But I’d been so desperate for someone to love us that I’d accepted whatever she was willing to

give.

I looked out the window at the Falcos’ across the street. They loved us. More important, they loved

Micah. Maybe it was time I called my mother. I had to forgive her and forget the past. If she wanted to

see Micah, who was I to keep her from him? He loved having family. He deserved it.

A knock on the bedroom door stopped me from calling her. I put the phone down, walked over, and

opened it up to Dewayne holding a sleeping Micah.

“You want to change him before you put him in bed?” he asked in a whisper.

I nodded. “Take him to his room and lay him on the bed. I’ll take it from there.”

Dewayne did as instructed. I followed him to Micah’s room, and then he stepped out while I took

my time changing Micah into his pajamas. I kept waiting for the sound of the front door closing, but it

wasn’t happening. Which meant Dewayne was waiting on me. When I couldn’t do anything else, I

tucked Micah in and slipped quietly from his room.

Dewayne was standing in the living room with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at the

pictures of Micah and me I had lining the mantel. One was from the day he learned to take his first

steps. Another was from his third birthday. The last one was taken the day I graduated from beauty

school.

“You were just a kid here,” he said, picking up the photo of me and Micah when he’d taken his first

steps.

“I was almost eighteen,” I said. But I had been a kid.

“You look so proud of him. You don’t look tired or bitter. Just happy.”

“I was happy. My baby boy was walking, and I was the only person he would walk to. He was

trying to follow me around the house. That’s how he started walking. Crawling wasn’t fast enough.”

Dewayne set it back down. “Do you have extras? I’d like photos of him and you. My mom and dad

would too.”

I had taken so many photos and sent them with the missing letters. I’d also been keeping a

scrapbook for my parents up until he was three and I realized they were never going to reach out and

get to know Micah. So I’d stopped making it. But I still had it.

“I have a scrapbook of his first three years that y’all can have. I can get you copies of photos from

the past two years to add to it.”

Dewayne smiled. “That would be great. I want to see him as he grows. I want to see you with him. I

love watching the way he looks at you. It says a lot about you and what kind of mother you are. That

kid thinks you can do no wrong. He tells my mom and dad all about the things you’ve taken him to do

and the things you cook that he loves. I think Momma may love you more than she loves me these

days.”

He grinned when he said it. That was the only reason I knew he was kidding. I didn’t want to make

him feel like I was trying to walk into his life and change it. I just wanted Micah to get to be a part of

his life. Micah already loved him.

“Your mother loves you,” I said, assuring him.

He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, she does. Don’t know why.”

Because you’re lovable and kind. Because you make everyone around you smile. Because you have

a really big heart. I remember you taking the time to make a scared little fourteen-year-old girl feel

safe in high school. I didn’t say any of those things, though. I couldn’t. Not now. Not after last night.

“You’re blushing. You thinking about last night?” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I covered my warm cheeks with my hands, hating my tendency to blush.

“It’s okay. I can’t seem to stop thinking about it either.”

Oh my. The silly flip my heart always did around him turned into a wild flutter.

“Problem is, I got to stop thinking about it. You do too. We can’t go there. We have Micah to think

about, and I don’t do relationships, Sienna. It’s not me. I’m my own man. I don’t like to be tied down.

I don’t even want to think of settling down. Being the man you deserve. It’s not me. You need the

settling-down type. You need a Cam Dodge in your life. Not me. Us,” he said, motioning his hand

between the two of us, “we’re friends. Hell, we’re family. That boy in there is what’s important, and

we both love him. Let’s not mess up what he needs with something that won’t end well.”

The fluttering stopped. It sank to my stomach and made a tight, painful knot. He was making sure I

got that he wasn’t interested in something with me. Just some phone sex and he was ready to move on.

That hurt way more than the “average” comment he’d said he hadn’t meant.

“You understand, right? It ain’t that you aren’t gorgeous. You’ll make a man a really lucky

sonuvabitch one day. I’m just not the man you settle down with. I’m the bad boy girls sew their wild

oats with. But I’ll be the best damn uncle in the world. And if you need anything, you come to me. I’ll

take care of it. Always.”

He would do anything for me because of Micah. That was it. If it weren’t for Micah, he wouldn’t

care that I was back. That I existed. I was a young single mom with a job that got me by from week to

week. I didn’t have a lot to offer someone. I got that. But hearing Dewayne say I wasn’t enough hit me

hard. Really hard.

I just nodded. I couldn’t speak.

He smiled, walked over, and pressed a kiss to my forehead like I was a kid. Then he turned and left.

I stood there for a long time. Letting it all sink in. Tomorrow I would move on. Tomorrow I would

find a way to forget Dewayne Falco. But right now I wasn’t ready.

DEWAYNE

By Thursday I had stayed away from Sienna’s for a week. I had texted Sienna and told her to take

Micah to my parents’ Saturday morning, that I would pick him up there. I had spent the day with him,

then left him with my parents minutes before Sienna got back, using my job as an excuse for running

off.

I was trying to give myself time to forget how much I wanted her. She had been so accepting of my

reasons for not being able to be with her that it had been painful. I wasn’t sure what I had wanted her

to do. Argue with me? Maybe. Maybe I wanted a reason to kiss her lips again. Touch her in places I’d

dreamed about. Fuck. Who was I kidding? I loved being near her. Watching her move. She had this

way about her. Even when she was doing something simple, I was completely fascinated by her.

She had listened to my reasons and then nodded. That was it. Nothing else. So I’d run out of there

and hadn’t been back. I couldn’t face her. Because I was pretty damn sure I’d grab her and kiss her

until we both forgot what a bad idea that all was.

I took a drink of my Coke and fought the urge to light up a cigarette. Not drinking or smoking was

fucking kicking my ass. When I had turned down a beer and ordered a Coke, Rock had looked at me

like I’d lost my mind. He didn’t understand. He had never laid a hand on Trisha that wasn’t a hand she

wanted there.

“Preston’s alone. That’s odd,” Rock said as he took a drink of his cold, foamy beer. I was lusting

over his drink. Shit.

The pretty boy in our group pulled out a stool and sat down with a grin. He was engaged and happy

about it. Real happy. He was always smiling. Asshole.

“Where’s Manda?” Rock asked.

“She finally shake you loose?” I asked.

Preston shot me an annoyed glare. “No. She’s coming. She’s bringing a friend,” he said, then

grinned again.

“Stop smiling so damn much. Hurts my eyes,” I grumbled, and took another drink of my Coke.

“Ignore him. That Coke he is drinking is straight-up Coke. Nothing added. He’s sober and surly,”

Rock explained.

Preston’s eyebrows shot up about the same time Rose Mann walked up beside me, wrapped her arm

around my shoulders, and gave me a good view down her shirt. I’d known Rose since high school. We

all had. She’d moved into town when we were sophomores, and she immediately made the

cheerleading squad. I’d fucked her back then, but only once. Hadn’t touched her since.

Still, she had aged well. Still had perky tits and a head of brown curls. “Hello, Rose,” I said, sliding

my arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

“Hello to you, Falco,” she purred, and pressed against me. She then moved her gaze over to

Preston. “You leave the fiancée behind tonight?”

Preston shook his head. “Don’t let her too far out of my sight. She’s headed this way soon.”

Rose rolled her eyes, then glanced over at Rock. “And where’s your little missus?”

“Be careful, Rose. We both know his little missus will take your ass out if you attempt to flirt with

her man. You know better than to get near what belongs to Trisha.”

The whole table laughed but Rose. Back in high school Rose had made a play for Rock after

Preston had fucked her and tossed her aside. Trisha had slammed her against the lockers, broken

several of her nails, and taken out a handful of her hair. No one messed with Rock after that.

“Whatever,” Rose said, then laid her hand on my chest. “I’m here for you, anyway,” she informed

me. I was trying to decide if I wanted to give this a go tonight or not. I needed to do something to get

Sienna out of my head. Rose was hot, but she was also a little crazy. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to mess

with crazy.

“There’s my girl,” Preston said. I swung my eyes over to see Amanda, and they collided with

Sienna. Who was looking at Rose. Shit.

“Hey, Sienna. Glad you could make it,” Preston said, getting up to pull out a stool for Sienna right

beside me. “We won’t make you sit on Dewayne’s lap, seeing as it’s already full of Rose. You can

have a stool. It’s more comfortable anyway.” I watched as Sienna tore her gaze from Rose and forced

a smile for Preston. Then she looked at me. She was on the verge of bolting. I could see it. Preston had

known who Amanda was bringing and he hadn’t told me. I was going to kick his ass.

“It’s okay. If they start doing gross shit at the table, Rock will make them take it outside,” Preston

told her, then smirked at me. Dipshit.

Sienna walked over to the stool beside me like she was walking the plank. Slow and unsure.

“Who’s this?” Rose asked, leaning over me and wrapping her arm around me possessively, which

pissed me off. She was trying to mark her territory, like she had any. I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend

the evening with her or not. I hadn’t made up my mind yet.

“Sienna, this is Rose Mann,” Amanda piped up in a sweet tone that she didn’t mean. “She was older

than us in school. She would have been . . . a senior your freshman year, I think.” The comment about

Rose being older had been a jab, but coming from sweet Amanda, who was in the safety of Preston

Drake’s arms, she was untouchable, and she knew it.

Sienna smiled at Rose. “I didn’t know many people in school. I kind of blended in to the crowd.”

That was Sienna’s way of saying she didn’t know who Rose was. But it was also bullshit. Sienna had

never blended into anything.

“Sienna Roy? You were Dustin’s girlfriend,” Rose said, recognizing the name.

Sienna nodded and forced a smile, then turned away from me and looked at the band onstage.

Jackdown wasn’t up there yet. They didn’t take the stage for another hour. A new band from

Mississippi was playing right now.

“I thought you lost your mind and they shipped you off to a loony house.”

Sienna flinched, and her shoulders went stiff. That was it. She’d come in here with Amanda, and I

was pretty damn sure this was something she hadn’t done in a long time. Rose wasn’t going to ruin it

for her. Even if having Rose in my lap kept my hands off Sienna.

I dropped the leg Rose was leaning on and moved my hand from her waist. She stumbled and had to

grab the table to keep from falling on her face. “That’ll be all. You can go now,” I told her.

Amanda covered her giggle, and Rose glared at me. “What’s your problem?”

“Obnoxious females who don’t have shit for brains. So please be on your way,” I replied with a

bored drawl.

Preston cleared his throat to cover up his laugh. “Probably said the wrong thing, Rose. Best get

going before he gets mad. He isn’t drinking tonight, so he’s a loose cannon.”

Rose called me a jackass, then spun around and stalked off.

I waited until she was far enough away before I looked down at Sienna. She was studying me. The

tension in her shoulders was gone. That was good.

“Sorry about that,” I said, and she nodded.

Then she looked away again, back toward the stage.

I had to make some small talk because right now Preston and Rock were both trying to figure out

what the hell was going on. But even I wasn’t sure what was going on at the moment.

I opened my mouth to say something just as the band started up, and Sienna began swaying in her

seat slightly. She liked to dance. I didn’t dance. I hated dancing. I had to be drunk off my ass to dance,

and only if we were going from dancing to fucking.

But seeing Sienna sway in her seat with that smile on her face while she watched the people on the

dance floor made me stand up and hold out my hand.

“Come on. Let’s dance,” I said. I knew I had just surprised the entire table, but I kept my focus on

Sienna.

She beamed at me and slipped her hand in mine. The little black dress she was wearing with her

cowboy boots made me want to pull her close so every man in here knew she was with me. Even if she

wasn’t.

“I didn’t know you danced,” she said.

“He don’t,” Preston said.

I didn’t acknowledge this comment. I led her out onto the dance floor and pulled her into my arms,

and it felt right.

So fucking right.

SIENNA

Dewayne’s big body holding me close was better than the dancing. And I loved dancing. I had never

been held close like this and danced with the right way. I kept inhaling Dewayne’s masculine scent.

He had a woodsy smell with a hint of peppermint.

He had glared so fiercely at the few people who had bumped into me on the crowded dance floor

that no one was getting near us now. He also had me so close to him that I felt like we were one

person. The music went from slow to more of a sexy beat, and I slipped my hands up to his shoulders

and moved my hips to the music, letting my head fall back and closing my eyes. This was nice. Or

more like fantastic. Dewayne’s hands tightened on my hips, and I loved how possessed it made me

feel. Even if we were just dancing. For this one moment I was his. And I loved it.

His leg moved between mine and I rubbed against him, only to freeze from the contact and inhale

sharply. He was so much taller than me that the friction hit me in just the right place. I gripped the

front of his shirt tightly in my fists. We were on a dance floor and I could not hump his leg. But all I

had to do was move my hips a little and I’d feel that heavenly pressure again.

His hand was in mine, and he was pulling me from the dance floor before I could decide what to do

next. I thought he was mad at me and we were going back to the table, but when I looked around, we

were headed the opposite way. It looked like we were headed to a back door. Was that a bathroom?

What was he doing?

Dewayne shoved people out of his way who didn’t move on their own, and then he was slamming

open the door and we were outside in the dark. There were no parking lot lights, only woods.

“Spread your legs, Sienna,” he ordered as he pressed me up against the wall. “Pull up your skirt and

open your legs,” he said again, this time with a growl.

I was too startled to argue. He looked like he wanted what I wanted, so I did exactly like he said. I

tugged up my dress and opened my legs.

Then his hand was there, cupping me as he breathed heavily. “This . . . we shouldn’t do this. I’m

not that guy. You remember I told you I’m not that guy. But I don’t fucking dance, Sienna. Do you

understand me? I don’t fucking dance.”

I was confused. He had danced with me. He slid his finger inside my panties and I didn’t care

anymore. I grabbed his arms and cried out in relief and pleasure. He was actually touching me. This

was real. And if I was asleep, I really didn’t want to wake up.

“So wet,” he said, pressing his lips to my neck. “Slick little hot pussy is gonna kill me. You are too

much. I want a taste of you, and I can’t keep my hands off you even though I know this will hurt you. I

don’t want to hurt you.”

He wasn’t hurting me now. I could hardly form words as he slid his finger inside my entrance. I

squeezed his arms and panted.

“I want to fuck this. I want you. I want inside you. Right motherfucking now I want inside you so

damn bad my dick is about to bust out of these jeans. But that will be all it is. We won’t do it again. I

don’t do relationships. I don’t want you hurt.”

He wanted to fuck me. Just this once and then he’d be done with me. We would be friends again. Or

he’d just be my son’s uncle. Could I live with that? Could I give myself to him knowing it was just

this once?

No.

I wanted more.

I’d loved Dustin when I had slept with him. Maybe I hadn’t been in love with him, but a part of me

did love Dustin. I hadn’t been ready for sex then, but I had loved him and he had wanted to. He had

loved me, and that had been enough. But this wasn’t love with Dewayne. He didn’t love me. He never

would.

His finger slid back out of me, then circled my clit, and it felt so very good. Being with him would

be the most epic moment of my life. I knew that. But then what? I would find a way to move on? Love

someone else? Could I ever love someone else? If I tied myself to Dewayne this way, I wouldn’t be