Society Girls: Sierra (21 page)

“What’s wrong, meu amor?”

“I trust you. I didn’t buy the date because
I thought you’d cheat. I want you to know that.”

“I
do
know that. By the way, this dress,
you…gostosa…simply stunning.”

“Thank you.”

“I should go change into my suit.”

“I could help.”

Oh, yeah. “You won’t be missed?”

“My duties for the night are done.”

“Then, by all means, please help me get out
of these clothes.”

Sierra

We hold hands as we walk backstage, looking
as innocent as possible. All bets are off once we get out of sight.
We bump into the walls as we kiss our way down the hall to his
dressing room. He’s sharing it with a few other guys, but when we
come crashing through the door, they hurry out, saying they’ll just
use one of the other rooms. Joel leaves me for a moment to lock the
door and wedge a chair under it.

“Nothing’s stopping this,” he tells me when
I lift an eyebrow at him.

I almost knock him over when I launch myself
back into his arms. He pushes my dress up to my waist and lifts me
up so I can wrap my legs around him. He holds me up with those
amazing arms, and I rub myself over him as I feel him get
harder.

“I need to take my dress off,” I tell him. I
have to put it back on when we go back out there, so it has to stay
intact.

He sets me back on the floor and turns me
around. His lips are on my shoulders and then moving down my back
as he pushes the one side down my arm and unzips my dress. I don’t
have a bra on, so I’m left in just my lacy blue panties as he has
me step out of my dress and places it on a chair.

“You look amazing in that dress, but this is
so much better.”

“Glad you approve. Now come over here so I
can take your shirt off.”

“Just my shirt?”

“For now.”

He toes off his shoes as he
walks over to me. I forgot how sexy his feet are. Who am I kidding?
Every inch of this man is pure sex, and it’s all mine.
He’s
all mine.

“Where’d you go, Kitten?”

“Just thinking about you being mine.”

“I am one hundred percent yours.”

“I know. I’m a lucky woman.”

“We’re both lucky.”

“Yeah.”

I run my hands under his shirt, moaning when
my hands meet his abs, but forcing myself to focus on the task at
hand. Once he pulls it over his head, I lick my lips before
dropping to my knees. I’m multitasking as I kiss and nibble on
those abs while taking off his belt and undoing his jeans. When my
hands delve in, there’s nothing to stop me.

“Commando?”

“I was hoping you’d try to get into my pants
tonight,” he tells me with a shrug.

“I’m getting you out of your pants,
querido.”

“That works, too.”

I push his jeans down over his hips, and he
kicks them off. His cock is looking as good as I remember and I
lean forward to lick the pre-cum off the tip. God, he tastes good.
I need more, so I take him fully into my mouth as I use one hand on
his base, stroking him where my mouth can’t reach, and slide the
other one into my panties.

“Porra. That’s hot.”

I’m so wet that my hands are slipping over
my clit as I suck him harder. His hands are caressing my head,
pulling a little, but not too hard. I love that he’s trying hard
not to hurt me as I make his body lose control. I press harder
between my folds as I feel him get close. He starts speaking to me
in Portuguese, saying words of love, and also how much he loves
fucking my mouth and watching me touch myself. That’s all I need,
and then I’m moaning around his cock as I buck against my fingers,
coming hard. He’s right behind me, and I suck it all down. Every
yummy drop he gives me.

I’m still shaking when he reaches down,
picks me up and pretty much tosses me down on the couch in the
room. My panties are ripped off, and then his mouth is on my still
sensitive flesh. I’m coming again within seconds, and then his
cock’s inside of me and his mouth is on mine. I taste myself on his
tongue as he loses all control and fucks me hard.

“You. This. Amazing. Fucking amazing!” he
tells me as he moves his mouth down and claims one of my
nipples.

“Amazing,” I agree. That’s the only thing I
can say as I start to come yet again.

He growls out his release as I clench around
him, and we’re both breathing hard as he collapses onto me. “I’ll
get off in a minute,” he tells me.

“I think you just got off. Twice.”

He smacks the side of my ass before turning
to smile at me. “Smart ass.”

“You love it.”

“I do. I love
you
, Sierra
Taylor.”

“I love you, too, Joel Cruz.”

* * *

Joel

I hold Sierra in my arms for longer than I
probably should. She said she won’t be missed, but I know better.
Granted, all of her friends probably know exactly what we’re doing,
and that’s actually part of the reason I want to get back out
there. What I have with Sierra is about way more than sex, and I
want everyone to see that.

“We should get dressed, Kitten.”

“Do we have to?”

“Yeah. I want to show off my girl.”

“Can you stay with me all night
tonight?”

“I have to leave super early in the morning,
but there’s nothing more I want than to be with you all night.”

“Thanks for flying in for this. I know it
was hard with your schedule.”

“Nothing I do for you is hard. I want to be
here for you, with you, as much as I can. Once the season starts,
it’ll be harder. I wish it wouldn’t, but it will.”

“I know. I’m going to fly out to you as
often as I can.”

“We’ll make it work.”

“Yes, we will,” she says, getting up. She
picks up her dress, and smiles at me over her shoulder. “I guess
we’re both going commando now.”

“Sorry? No, not really sorry.”

“Me neither.”

Ten minutes later, we’re both dressed and
ready to go back out to the ballroom. I take her hand once again,
kissing her knuckles before opening the door. Back inside the gala,
Sierra makes her way to the auction payment window.

“Can you hand me my purse, Harlow?” she asks
her friend.

“Of course,” the beautiful blonde tells her
with a smirk, grabbing it from a shelf.

My girl pulls out a checkbook and writes out
her donation. When she hands it to her friend, she gets another
smirk from Harlow. “From the look on your face, I’d say he’s worth
it.”

“Most definitely.”

“You sure you’re okay paying that? I meant
what I said earlier. I would’ve totally given you the money,” I
tell her, worried that she’s overextended herself. I’m sure Reina
pays her well, but I don’t know how well.

“Yes. I got exactly that amount for saving
your ass, so I might as well buy it back.”

“When you put it that way, I feel very
objectified,” forcing my face into a scowl.

“Oh. I was just kidding. I didn’t mean
it.”

“I was kidding too, Kitten. You can
objectify me any damn time you want.”

“I really don’t want to. I might tease you
sometimes, though.”

“About my abs?”

“Would it be bad if I wasn’t teasing about
how much I love those?”

“Not at all,” I tell her, kissing her temple
as we reach the table where her friends are sitting.

The table seats twelve, and they invite me
to sit with them. We both get teased about how much money Sierra
paid for me, but it’s nice. Really nice. I like Sierra’s friends,
and I’m really happy that they seem to like me, too. Harlow joins
us soon after we sit down, and the waiters start bringing dinner
out right after that.

“Hey, Theo,” Camari calls out as he walks
by. “Do you want to sit with us?”

“Oh. Um, sure.”

He looks at the empty chair between Kalila
and Rhieve like it might bite him, but he moves to it instead of
the one next to Camari, before looking down at Kalila. “Is this
okay with you, Kali?”

She swallows hard and gives him a smile that
doesn’t reach her eyes. “Of course. Please sit.”

“You’re the big winner tonight, Joel.
Congrats,” he tells me.

“Thanks. I’m a very lucky guy,” I say,
rubbing Sierra’s arm. “Why weren’t you up there with us?”

“I’m just a security guy, not a
celebrity.”

“Don’t say that!” Kalila practically yells
at him. “You’ve saved so many people. You’re just as important as
the movie stars and athletes. Maybe even more important.”

He looks at her, and I’m taken aback by all
the love that’s showing on his face. “Hearing you say that means
more than anything else that’s ever been said to me. Well, except
for something else you used to say to me a lot.”

“I can’t say that to you now.”

“I know, but I’m hoping one day you
can.”

She just smiles shyly and looks away. I look
at Sierra with my eyebrows raised, remembering how Kalila kissed
him when he carried her out of Sierra’s place during the drunken
pajama party. “We don’t know the details. Just that they knew each
other before Las Vegas.”

“Got it. And Camari and him?”

“Oh. She worked for Corrigan before being
recruited. I don’t think anything happened between them. He didn’t
even try to sit with her, and she doesn’t look bothered at all.
“

“True.”

The visitors to our table don’t stop with
Theo, but the next guy who comes over is definitely unwelcome. And
drunk. He stands next to Harlow, and no one can miss the look of
panic on her face when she sees him there.

“Hey, gorgeous. Why weren’t you up there on
the stage? You would’ve brought in a ton of cash if you started
stripping.”

“I don’t do that anymore,” she says,
quietly.

“What? You think you’re high class just
because you put on a fancy dress? You’re still just a whore
stripper. Why don’t you come put on a private show for me and my
friends?”

The entire table gets to its feet, including
me. “You need to go sit back down at your table, and shut your
fucking mouth,” Matisse tells him.

“I’m just being honest. Calling it like I
see it. She was trash when I watched her take her clothes off and
she’s still trash now.”

“What part of what my friend said to you did
you not understand?” Sierra asks him.

“You can’t kick me out. I’m a big
donor.”

“There’s not enough money in the world that
would ever cause me to allow someone to disrespect one of my
friends,” Reina says, coming up next to Harlow, and putting her
arms around her. The other mentors fan out around her.

“I’m not afraid of a bunch of women.”

“You should be,” Matt says from behind
me.

I glance back to see every husband, and a
few of the other guys from the auction standing with him. I turn
back to see the guy going pale and backing away. “I was just
messing with her.”

“That was your first mistake,” Reina says.
“And it will be the last one you make here. You need to leave now.
We’ll send you a check for your donation refund. I never want to
see you again. Trust me when I say that you don’t want to see me
either.”

“Bitch,” he says, and then promptly falls to
the floor when he trips on Neveah’s outstretched foot. He scrambles
up and practically runs from the ballroom.

“Thank you,” Harlow says.

“Nothing to thank us for,” Ellie tells her.
“Even if you weren’t one of our own, we wouldn’t have let the
jackass talk to you like that.”

“It’s okay if you want me to leave.”

“We don’t. You belong with us, Harlow,”
Reina tells her, before pulling her into a hug. The other mentors
do the same before going back to their tables, and we all sit back
down.

I’m thinking the night can’t get any weirder
when Wayne from Storyside comes over, pulls Jenysis out of her
chair, and then sits down, shifting her sideways onto his lap.
“Kiss me, Jeny.”

She rolls her eyes, but does it. I didn’t
notice the young woman following Wayne until she screeches. She’s
definitely got crazy eyes, and I’m getting ready to hide behind
Sierra when an older woman comes and pulls her away as she sobs
about being in love with Wayne.

“You can stop now,” Sierra tells them, but
the keep at it for another full minute.

When they break apart, Wayne kisses her
forehead and grabs her fork to take a bite of her fish. “Good
stuff, babe.”

“You’re welcome, you tosser.”

“Tosser? You know you love
me. One day you’ll even admit it to yourself, and then we can go to
these things together, instead of just
shagging
every few
months.”

“Don’t count on it.”

“Oh, but I will. I’m keeping hope alive just
for you,” he tells her as she stands and gestures for him to do
this same. “See you later?”

“Yeah. I’ll find you.”

He kisses her again and then salutes the
rest of us before heading back to his table, which includes his
other bandmates and some of the Society mentors. I look to Sierra
again, but she just shakes her head. “Don’t ask.”

The rest of dinner goes by without anyone
else stopping by. Once the band starts playing, Ares comes by,
stopping next to Rose. “May I have this dance?” he asks her.

“Not unless you remember where we met.”

“How could I forget the woman who was more
interested in my car than me?” Rose’s eyes go wide as he continues.
“Boston. Almost two years ago. I caught you in my garage, and
mistakenly thought you were there to sleep with me. You slapped me
and walked out. Now how about that dance?”

Rose looks a little shell-shocked as she
places her hand in his and walks to the dance floor. “Damn,”
Matisse says, and we all nod.

I think we’re out of the clear until another
guy comes over. Jen jumps out of her chair and hugs him. “Calum! I
didn’t know you were here.”