Electrified(88)

She felt bad because Asher had given her everything, and he was still busy with her problems. She should be dedicating time to him, but instead she was wrapped up in her own worries. And now Carson was involved with her troubles, and possibly Asher’s love life.

She needed to leave soon; she knew it somewhere deep in her gut.

Sienna didn’t know whether Sam was a big threat or not, but if not him, there would be someone else. She had to protect those around her, the people she’d come to love. They deserved that.

It didn’t mean it hurt any less. It pained her beyond belief to say good-bye to the crazy gang she had come to call family. The pull to stay in her little nest in Las Vegas was omnipresent, but she had to admit to herself, if she stayed she would only endanger her loved ones.

More so, she felt like an ungrateful bitch because she would be gone before she could talk to Asher about his happiness and see him make a life. Not just him, but everyone else. How would the girls do without her? Would they be smart and save money? Did Mike think his relationship was going to last forever? Why wasn’t he making a move to take it to the next level?

And Carson. Leaving Carson was going to break her. She’d been broken before, so she knew she’d be able to pull herself back together, but this time around it wouldn’t be as easy. She was already a shell of who she was. What could she expect after being forced to give up Carson?

There was one difference. This time around, she’d hold on to the memories of what happened before she came undone. Unlike her life with Elon, these memories were good ones, and she was going to suck up every last one of them, hide them deep in the recesses of her brain, and pull them out whenever she needed one.

Heading onto the stage, she put her heart and soul into dancing, as if it could be one of her last times. She was wearing too-tight bright-blue boy shorts and her Superwoman T-shirt from a couple of days ago; she knew Carson liked it. With her ass cheeks peeking out from her shorts and the T-shirt secured tightly in a knot under her breasts, baring her whole midriff, Sienna left her bra and nipples a mystery that night.

She knew Carson was wondering what was underneath the shirt, and she wanted to keep him guessing, along with everyone else in the crowd. But when she invited Carson back to her dressing room afterward, she could show him. Just him.

The crowd couldn’t have cared less if Sienna stayed covered up, her moves were tantalizing enough. She had the entire club buzzing with sexual heat. For the first time in her dancing career, Sienna felt like she knew the meaning behind all the lust and desire floating around the Tunnel as she ran her hands up and down her very own body.

Unlike every other night onstage, she didn’t have to fake her own passion and urges; they were right underneath the surface, dying to come out and tackle Carson.

Which was exactly what she did when Carson made his way into her dressing room after her performance. She could tell he was heady with lust, even though they’d indulged in each other all day.

He turned the lock on the door, walked toward her with one eyebrow cocked, and said with a wink, “So, were you waiting to take your shirt off just for me?”

With those words, Sienna was a dripping mess of desire. Yet another first to add to the very long list accumulated over the last twenty-four hours.

“Uh-huh,” was all she could make out.

“You were fantastic and, well, so absolutely gorgeous tonight. I was pretending I was the only man out there.” Carson lifted her shirt, exposing the cobalt-blue demi-bra she had on underneath, and his breathing hitched as he smoothed his hand along the satin.

Sienna’s breasts spilled out of the cups, urging Carson to touch them, do whatever he wanted to them. Which he did, much to her satisfaction.

With the two of them safely ensconced behind the locked door, he made quick work of removing her bra and boy shorts, taking in her whole body with his eyes. He stopped at her mouth and pulled her in for a long and luxurious kiss.

When he finally bent Sienna over the back of her chaise, there was nothing quick as he dipped his hand between her legs, making certain she was ready. She heard the telltale opening of the condom package, and at once he entered her.

Nowhere near the sharp entrance she remembered from her marriage, when Carson seated himself inside her in one fell swoop it felt magnificent, decadent, and her soul was complete.

His hands smoothed down her back, taking his time, treasuring, mapping, and learning her body all over again. He kissed a path down and back up her spine, finally coming to a halt behind her ear where he nipped, licked, and whispered how gorgeous she was, while sliding all the way in and out of her tightness. Sienna felt every nerve ending come alive as Carson’s length went deep and then torturously pulled out before doing it again.