Hold On Tight(66)
Sienna glanced back up at me with wide eyes. “Tonight?”
“Fuck yeah, tonight. I hope you don’t think I’m going home without you. I told you I wasn’t going anywhere and, baby, I was speaking real literal. If you’re here, then I’m here.”
“Oh,” she said as she swayed toward me slightly.
“Yeah, oh. Get your ass in that room and let me unwrap my present,” I said, turning her toward her bedroom door and walking her inside, then locking it behind me.
The double bed that sat in the middle of the room was so damn small. Sleeping on that was going to be tough, but I’d have my king-size one moved in tomorrow. Tonight we could deal with a double.
“Dewayne?”
I tore my eyes off the small bed and my plans and focused on the almost-naked beauty in front of me. “Yeah?”
She fidgeted with the satin belt, keeping me from seeing all her creamy pale skin underneath. “You staying here is moving fast. I don’t want Micah to get his hopes up if in a couple of weeks you realize this isn’t what you want.”
She didn’t get it. Of course she didn’t. Sienna Roy didn’t understand that she was special. I had a lifetime to show her just how special she was.
“This ain’t something I’m trying out, Sienna. I don’t fucking try shit out. I either want it or I don’t. And I’ve wanted you since I was seventeen years old. Admitting that shit ain’t easy. It felt wrong for so long because I love Dustin. I’ll always love him, and I’ll miss him to the day I die. But he had what I desired, and more than anything I wanted you to be happy. I thought Dustin was who would make you smile. He was who you loved. So I made sure you got what you wanted. But he didn’t see what he had. He wasn’t careful with it. He didn’t cherish it, and in the end he lost it all too young. So I won’t be changing my mind in a few weeks. I don’t do this shit. I never did this shit. Because they were never you.”
Sienna inhaled deeply as she stared at me. I waited on her to say something, anything, to assure me that I wasn’t alone here. That she felt something more. That this was different for her.
She reached for the belt on her wrap and tugged it open, letting it fall and giving me the view I’d been wanting. “Show me,” she said softly.
Confused, I looked up from her tits to her eyes. “Show you?”
She nodded. “Show me with your body just how different this is for you.”
Oh, fuck yes. I could do that.
“Challenge accepted,” I said, closing the space between us and shoving the wrap off her arms and letting it fall to the floor in a heap.
She shivered as I ran a finger from the valley between her breasts to her navel, then back up again. So soft. So perfect. “Mine,” I told her.
Her breathing hitched, and it made her tits jiggle. Fuck, that was nice.
SIENNA
When I pulled into the driveway, my father’s station wagon sat in the driveway right behind Dewayne’s truck. I’d only been at work four hours, and Dewayne hadn’t called me to let me know my mother was here. Because that was the only person it could be. I hadn’t seen her in six years, and those last memories weren’t happy ones.
And she was in that house with my baby. I didn’t even grab my purse before I bolted out of the car and took off running. When I reached the door, it was locked. The keys were in my hands. I’d at least pulled them out of the ignition in my hurry. Unlocking the door, I ran inside.
“Micah?” I called out. “Dewayne?”
No answer. I couldn’t call her name. What did I even call her? Mom? She hadn’t been that when I needed it most. I walked through the house, but it was empty. No one was here. Could they be at the Falcos’?
The front door opened, and I hurried back to the living room. But the sight of her made me stop. Her hair was gray now. Completely gray. I had been born to my parents late in life and my mother’s hair was already starting to gray when I lived at home. Seeing it completely gray now was startling. Her face looked like it had aged ten years instead of six, and she was thinner.
“Sienna,” she said with an uneasy smile. “You look beautiful.”
I looked different too. She’d sent off a sixteen-year-old girl. I was a woman now. A woman with a child.
“Where are Micah and Dewayne?” I asked.
She looked hurt, but she covered it up quickly. I would not feel guilty for that. She had abandoned me. I could never hurt her as badly as she had hurt me. Nothing compared.
“I don’t know. I knocked and no one answered, so I walked around back, then heard a car drive up. I didn’t recognize the fancy car, but it seems you’re doing well now, from the looks of it.”