― Helen Keller
~Jethro~
“Sienna—” I reached for her.
“Jethro.” She stepped away.
“You’re killing me here.”
“You look healthy to me,” she said, moving the flashlight up and down my person as I tried to buckle my belt.
I tried to grab her again but she moved away again, flicking off the flashlight, sitting and settling on top of the sleeping bags, out of my reach. So I chased her, kneeling in front of her drawn-up legs and wrapping my hands around her thighs.
“You can’t just do what you just did—”
“You mean give my boyfriend a spectacular blow job?”
I frowned because it was more than that. Calling what she’d done just a blow job was like calling Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata just a song. It hadn’t been part of my plan for the evening. I’d wanted a repeat of what happened after her first Daisy doughnut, at the very least, but I’d hoped for more—more of her sweet sounds, more of her bare skin. I’d also planned to take my time with her body, learn every soft curve.
But she’d surprised me; in that moment I’d never wanted anything more than her mouth on me. Although, want might have been an understatement.
“You can’t expect me not to want to return the favor.” Again, want might have been an understatement. I tugged on her legs, already anticipating the taste of her.
“It wasn’t a favor.”
“Then a gift.”
“It wasn’t that either.” Her tone was more serious than I’d expected, so I stopped tugging and endeavored to make out her features.
It was dark, but we Winston boys could see better than most with very little light. With no moon in the sky, the stars alone illuminated her gorgeous face. I wanted to see her naked body under the starlight, her tits rise and fall with excited breaths as I slid my tongue inside her . . .
Jesus fucking Christ.
I couldn’t breathe with how much I wanted her.
Sienna turned her face away, giving me her profile. She looked to be studying the surrounding blackness.
“Sienna.” I tugged on her legs once more, wanting her to lift her hips so I could ease down her tights and expose her exquisite skin.
She covered my hands with hers, halting my movements, and she had emotion in her eyes as she brought them back to me. “Why haven’t you been coming inside my trailer? In the mornings?”
Her question sounded like an accusation. It took me a moment to respond, but then she cut me off with another question before I could.
“And why haven’t you spent any alone time with me other than when we’re rushing to the set, or to your house for dinner, or to the cabin? You just drop me off and leave.”
She sounded hurt and her eyes were wide with it. And her hurt burned me.
“Sienna . . .” I struggled for the right words. Her anger blindsided and perplexed me. I needed to make things right.
I needed to hold her, and I saw she needed me to hold her, so I did.
I gathered her in my arms and laid us both down on the sleeping bags. She didn’t fight me, she snuggled closer, burying her face in my neck and gripping my shirt.
Now that we were touching, I started again. “We haven’t been spending time alone because there’s no place for us to be alone.”
“What about my trailer and my room at the cabin and—”
“Sunshine, those places aren’t private.”
“They are private.”
“Not private enough. ’Cause, Sienna, you’re not quiet when you come—not that I’m complaining. I’m not. Not at all. I love everything about making you feel good.”
She huffed. “Are you telling me you haven’t been—haven’t been . . . se avienta el mañanero because you require complete privacy?”
“What does that mean?”
“Literally translated, it’s throwing the morning one, you know—getting it on in the morning.”
That made me grin, because we were definitely going to be throwing the morning one with frequency; hopefully sooner rather than later. I’d have to learn the Spanish words and whisper it in her ear to wake her up.
Tucking that thought away, I quickly responded, “I don’t require complete privacy.” But then I thought more about her question and had to amend my answer. “I don’t require it. But I want it.”
She chuckled. It sounded frustrated. “You’re going to have to explain yourself.”
I tightened my arms around her and tangled our legs together. “For right now, especially for right now, I want what happens between us to be between us. I know that pretty soon things are going to change. I know I’m going to have to share you with all the dirty list makers. But for now, I have you to myself. What we’re building is between just us, and that’s important. I’m not ready to share, not yet.”