I pushed the skirt up around her hips. The straps on her bra fell to her shoulders as I pulled the lace down to expose her perfect nipples.
I grabbed Sierra around the waist, lifted her, and positioned her until she was fastened around my hips. Without taking my mouth off hers, I carefully stepped back until I felt the edge of the swing hit the back of my legs. Her kisses had become more feverish, and I was doing everything I could to steady the building need I had for her.
"Blake, we're going to fall." I felt her grip tighten around my neck.
"Shhh, no talking," I growled.
I glanced down at the swing. It was plenty wide, almost like a swinging daybed. "I've got you," I said as I steadied myself on the cushion.
I had to be inside her. I had to bury myself in this woman. The need was overwhelming. Consuming.
I gripped her lower back and watched in awe as she arched away from me, thrusting her breasts forward and sliding down on top of my rock hard cock.
The swing floated along the porch. Tomorrow didn't matter. This morning didn't matter. This did. I held Sierra as the swing carried us back and forth, slowly slicing through the hot August night.
The edge of her thong rubbed against her clit as she bounced over my dick. I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking fiercely.
She whimpered, but she didn't say a word.
"Fuck, you're hot, darlin'," I groaned.
The swing swayed as I pushed inside her, feeling her clench around me.
I twisted the other nipple before having a taste. My tongue flicked back and forth until I felt Sierra jerk. She was coming swiftly.
"Oh yeah. Like that, baby."
She came undone. I watched her revel in it. Her body pulsing with the rhythm of the orgasm. Her tits perked as her pussy soaked my cock.
I needed more. I wanted more. She clawed into my neck, riding it out.
"Is your pussy still mine?" I growled.
She nodded. "Always," she whispered.
I took her lips between mine, kissing her with everything I had. It was never going to be enough. She was the one who had sent me over the cliff and always would.
I lifted her off the swing and walked her over to the railing. I placed her hands on the flat surface and scooted her hips backward.
"This is mine, isn't it?" I pushed a finger inside her.
"Yes," she whimpered.
She was soaking wet. Her folds, glistened from her honey. Her clit was swollen from want. I groaned, wanting all of her at once. Needing to bury myself in her mouth. Needing her sweet pussy to hug my dick with all its force.
"It is. And I'm not done with you. I'm never going to be done with you."
I pushed her back flat, while I positioned her entrance. She gripped the railing. Good girl. She knew exactly what was coming.
My cock nudged between her heat and I groaned.
"Fuck, Sierra. Every time. Every fucking time you do this to me."
I slammed into her almost taking both of us to our knees.
She cried my name, holding on to the railing for life as I pounded into her harder than I ever had.
My hands imprinted into her ass as I thrust into her. And then my orgasm gripped me. I lost my breath. The world went black. I reared back, slamming into her as I called her name.
"Sierra. Fuck."
I was buried so far inside her I didn't know where my body was in space. She had me. She had all of me. I spilled myself in her. Claiming her. Making her mine again. I'd do it as many times as I had to until she knew we belonged together. We fucking belonged together.
We dropped to our knees out of breath.
"Oh my God." She fell backward. I caught her against my chest.
I kissed her neck. "You're going to figure it out, darlin'."
"What's that?" she whispered.
"One way or the other you're coming with me."
26
Sierra
I didn't know whether to be more nervous or excited that Blake and I were going to this wedding together.
The entire island would be there. And they would see us-together.
I knew what they must have thought about me. The same things that Blake did before he learned the truth. That I had abandoned my roots. Skipped out on my family. Left my aunt when she probably needed my help the most.
I clasped my necklace around my neck, catching my reflection in the mirror. Where was that girl they used to know? Was she still in here somewhere? Did I have it in me to remember what it was like to count on people? To lean on friends and family? I had been on my own for so long I didn't know if I could let myself fall completely. It was one of the things I was still trying to figure out.
I grabbed my clutch and carefully walked down the stairs to wait for Blake. I wore my hair up tonight. I thought I'd try something different. I hadn't exactly packed for a wedding, but I wore a light blush dress that had thin straps and fell at the tops of my thighs.
I heard the knock on the screen door and looked up as my date walked into the house.
My jaw dropped. There was over six feet of sex-on-a-stick grinning at me. I didn't think I'd ever seen him in a suit. It clung to him, showing off his athletic frame. He had to be the most gorgeous man on the planet.
He whistled. "You look amazing."
"Thank you. I think you look pretty amazing yourself." I brushed the lapel on his jacket. My palms rested over his heart.
"Ready to do this?" He winked and I felt the fluttery sensation zing through my belly. How did he do that? How could he keep doing it? Make me go weak? Make me feel as if we had met for the first time?
"I'm ready."
He threaded his fingers through mine and led me out the door.
We parked in an empty lot across the street from the wedding. There were white ribbons dancing in the wind.
Blake stepped from his truck and walked around to help me out. He looked out over the water.
"Fall is coming."
I thought I saw sadness or maybe it was just realization that reality was headed our way. Fall meant football.
I followed Blake around the side yard to where I could get a glimpse of the party under way on the lawn facing the sound. The event seemed to stretch across three adjacent yards with a white tent at the center as well as a steam pit to the left and a series of round tables to the right. Lanterns were strung from the gnarled island oaks and along three piers that jutted from the three houses.
"This is beautiful." I stood in amazement. I couldn't remember the island ever looking so magical before.
"Let's get some drinks." He pointed to the bar.
Apparently, things had really changed on the island. There was a full cocktail hour before the ceremony even began.
"Champagne?" he offered.
"One glass should be ok, right?" I took the glass from his strong hands.
"I'll make sure you get in the right bed tonight, darlin'." And there it was again. The tingle. The sensation that only Blake could give me. I had it so bad.
We carried our glasses and I followed Blake toward the pier. There was a group of men gathered, smoking cigars. I was skeptical whether I should tag along. I stopped short of the first step on the boardwalk.
"Maybe I should just get our seats," I suggested.
"Come on. I want to show you off in that dress." He waggled his eyebrows.
"It's just." I felt self-conscious about the whole thing. What were they going to think seeing us together again?
"What is it?" His eyes were dark and smoldering. Holy hell. I'd follow this man off the pier if he asked me to.
I shook my head. "I'm fine. Let's go say hello."
I pulled my shoulders backed and inhaled the salty air. My heels clicked against the wood surface and the men stopped talking to look at us as we approached.
"If it isn't the island quarterback."
"Hell, it's the off season." Blake slapped an older man on the back. I froze. I recognized him. It was his uncle, Roger's brother. Shit.
The two men had looked a lot alike. Blake was more handsome than his father, but there was a definite good-looking gene in the Wyatt pool.
"Uncle Billy, you remember Sierra Emory from high school don't you?"
The pit of fear dropped into the center of my stomach. He reminded me so much of Roger. The gray over his ears was more white. And he had more wrinkles around his eyes, but the similarities were eerie.
My hand trembled as I extended it forward. My teeth rattled as I tried to spit out my hello.
"Nice to see you again."
He took my hand between his calloused palms. "So good to see you, dear." His smile was warm and generous.
Cole popped up behind us. "Dad, you're supposed to be seating guests."
"Oh, am I?"
"Yeah, come on."
He looked at me then Blake. "Maybe we can catch up after the ceremony." He squeezed my fingers lightly and walked off the pier.
"Gotta go," Cole announced. "People around here act like they've never been to a wedding before."