"Two days," I echoed.
"You know I'm going back to Florida."
"I know." I had to keep the quiver out of my voice.
"Camp starts soon. I have meetings. Press. I won't be back here for a long time. Once the season starts I'm committed. And I hope it's a long season. I want to make the playoffs this year."
I nodded. "I know that. I wasn't trying to make this more than what it is."
But was I? What was it? It felt like the other half of my heart. It felt like every time I looked into his eyes I was breathing full breaths. That my soul was with this man. And how could it not be? He was my first. My first love. We had made a baby together once upon a time. He was all I had. And we were here together. Again.
"Darlin', I'm not saying anything one way or the other." He closed his eyes. "Fuck. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to. Let's just enjoy the two days. I get it. You have your AFA life. I've never been a part of that."
He sat forward. His eyes brimming with fire. "Yeah, well I didn't have all the facts did I?"
I lowered my head. "I can never say I'm sorry enough."
He tilted my chin up. "I'm not angry at you anymore, baby. It sucks. It's fucked up. But I can't talk to my dad about it. I can't talk to the eighteen-year-old you about it. Right?"
I nodded. "Then what? We have this and then go back to our lives? Run into each other on the island next summer? We aren't teenagers."
"Wait. Does that mean you're coming back next summer?"
I shrugged. "I live in Dallas. This isn't exactly close. I can't even sell Aunt Lindy's china. I'm not having much luck with the estate. I don't know what I'm going to do. I haven't decided."
"I know what we need."
"What's that?"
"Food."
I winced. "I have lots of coffee and wine."
"Then I'll run to the grill." He hopped out of bed. "Ham biscuits sound good?"
I nodded. "I'm starving."
"Thought so." He found his shorts on the floor and tugged on a T-shirt. "Don't move. Stay right there. Naked." He winked, leaning down to kiss me. "I'll be back with breakfast and then we'll decide."
"Decide?" I looked at him quizzically.
"Yeah. Decide if two days is enough."
He walked out of the room and my jaw dropped.
22
Blake
What the fuck was I thinking? This girl had me on some damn high I couldn't come down from. She was the one who broke me. The one who made me the man I was now.
And I was going to go for more?
I pulled into the grill. There was a line of cars. The same fishermen had been coming here for forty years. My dad used to be one of them. I felt my forehead furrow.
He was the one I was angry with. The man who had threatened the girl I loved. The man who had sent my child away from me. The man I had worshipped my entire life. The one I couldn't stop grieving for in silence.
One of the guys in the parking lot waved at me as he walked to his truck. I couldn't sit out here all morning.
I walked inside and ordered half the menu. Sierra didn't even have crackers in that house. I needed food.
On the mile drive back to the house I kept my eyes on the water. I turned onto the gravel drive and raced up the stairs, clutching the white paper sacks of food.
My heart stopped in my chest when I opened the door.
She smiled. Her gorgeous blond hair fell around her shoulders. Her breasts perked and her long slender legs covered the length of the bed. The white sheets twisted around her creamy skin.
I dropped the bags on the floor and dove toward the bed.
She giggled. "That took forever."
"You didn't move."
"You told me not to," she answered.
"Fuck, Sierra. You're killing me."
She brushed the hair off my forehead. "That's pretty much the opposite of what I want to do today."
The sheet slipped off her shoulder completely. My eyes landed on her nipple. Sierra caught my expression and nuzzled under me, offering her breast, pressing it toward my lips.
My tongue lashed out over it. I'd never turn down that offer. She had the most amazing breasts I'd ever seen on a woman.
"Mmm," she mewed.
I sucked her hardened peak in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it rapidly.
"Oh, oh." She breathed. Her hands pressed into the back of my head.
I lifted my eyes to her. "I've decided."
"What's that?" she asked lazily. Her hands were on my crotch, trying to free my cock.
"Two days isn't enough."
She pushed the shorts off my hips and freed my shaft. Slowly she scooted down the bed until she was just under me. Her lips played with the head of my shaft. I groaned.
"I'm trying to talk to you." I never fucking talked. Why was she making this so damn hard?
She licked at my dick. "Go ahead. I'll listen."
"I want to fuck your lips so bad."
"Do it," she taunted.
"Every day," I answered. I angled my dick at her mouth. She was fucking hot with her lips around me.
Her eyes widened, but I pushed inside her, feeling her tongue swirl over my shaft. I pulled back slightly so she could adjust. My dick was huge. And then I pushed inside again, this time deeper.
"Fuck, Sierra."
Her lips knew what to do. Her tongue. Her mouth was complete perfection. Sucking and licking while I pumped in and out of her hot wet lips. I hadn't come like this in a while.
"Every day," I repeated. "I want this every day." I hit the back of her throat and she flinched slightly before I slid deeper.
I thought she nodded in agreement.
"To fuck you. To be inside you in every way. That's what I want. You understand?"
Her eyes lit with desire.
And I lost it. I fucking exploded with more passion than I knew my cock could handle. I pumped so hard inside her, filling her mouth and throat.
"Shit." I breathed. My body was hit with sudden calm and peace. Part of it was the blow job. Part of it, was I had finally gotten what I wanted-Sierra.
I eased my cock from her lips. She wiped the corners of her mouth and smiled. "I always loved doing that to you."
"That makes two of us." I fell back on the bed in a wasted heap. I pointed to the floor. "Breakfast is over there. I'm just going to die right here for a minute. Ok?"
She giggled. "Ok."
She climbed over me and on to the floor. She looked inside the bags.
"Mmm. I love the ham and chicken biscuits. And you got grits."
"Yeah. You still like all that, right?" I couldn't move. I was sated in ways a man shouldn't be. I couldn't move a fucking muscle.
I heard the wrapper crackle. "All of it."
"So are you going to call work today or tomorrow and give your notice?" I asked.
There was silence.
"What?"
I leaned up on my elbows. "The job. You're coming with me to Florida. You have to tell your boss."
"Blake, I-I can't just quit like that."
"Just now, you agreed."
"We were in the middle of-well-you know."
"You can't even say it. My cock was balls deep in your mouth, Sierra. You said you agreed to it."
Her eyes widened. "Hey, you don't have to be an ass about it."
"I just told you I wanted you. I want you to come home with me. I want more than two days. Isn't that what we were discussing? Two days isn't enough. Isn't that what you needed to hear from me?"
"We haven't even started discussing it." She placed the biscuit down. "I love my career. What about my apartment? My friends? The life I've had in Dallas for eight years? And I'm supposed to drop that and follow you to Florida?" Her eyes pierced the air. "And you're ready to give up the life you had? Seriously? No more women. All the trips. The parties. That's just done?"
"You're getting caught up in fucking details."
"Details matter, Blake." She glared. "Summer romance is one thing. A relationship is something else."
"We had a relationship." I gritted my teeth.
"Is it always going to go back to that? Maybe you think you can forgive me, but really you're always going to be mad about what I did."
"I'm not." But I could feel the anger in my veins. I clutched my fists. "An hour ago we were fucking like there were fireworks going off in this room. Now we're arguing?"
"I guess so." Her voice was quiet.
"Damn it."
"What now?"
I exhaled. "Maybe you're right. Maybe the details are too much."
"I don't want them to be. That's not what I'm saying."
I had cut myself off from feelings before. I never let it get this far. Why couldn't I do it again? Just box her out. Shut things down.