Unbreak My Heart (26 page)

“Fair enough.” I carried both duffel bags and my suitcase into the house and dumped them outside Sierra’s bedroom.

Where they remained three hours later.

A soft hand landed on my belly and I jumped.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Sierra said.

“What’d you think I was asleep?”

“You were frowning. I thought you might’ve been having a bad dream.”

I covered her hand with mine. “Not possible when I’m living the dream with you.”

She laughed. “You do realize that not every day will be like this.”

“Like what?”

“Lazing in the sun by the pool after a night of hot sex.”

“Seriously? Good thing I didn’t fall for your trickery and unpack all my stuff.” I pushed up out of the chaise as if I intended to leave.

“Boone.”

I leaned over her, shoving my shades on top of my head. Then my hungry gaze tracked every delicious inch of her. “I love the way you say my name.” I bent to place a kiss between her tits, which were all but popping out of her red bikini top. “Hang on.” I slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other arm beneath her shoulders and lifted her from her chair.

Sierra wreathed her arms around my neck. “What are you doing?”

“Making you wet again.” I nuzzled her ear. “I’m annoyed that you only mentioned the hot sex from last night and not the hot pre-breakfast round. When I had my face between your thighs and then I fucked you on the kitchen table.” I sucked on her earlobe and bit down, tightening my hold when she squirmed. “Or did you forget?”

“God no.”

“Good answer.” I started down the steps into the pool.

She sighed when I submerged us a little deeper than hip level. “You meant this kind of wet.”

“Disappointed?”

“If I say yes…you’ll go all sexy, growly He-Man and make me wet that way too, won’t you?”

I placed a kiss below her ear just to watch her shiver. “Probably.”

Sierra shifted her body, facing me, wrapping her legs around my waist and crossing her ankles behind my back. “This is good too.”

“Agreed.” I squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands and took her mouth in a teasing kiss. I only ended the kiss so I could plant kisses down her throat to the edge of her bikini top.

“You
are
going to unpack your bags tonight, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Almost. If she’d just arch a little I could nose aside the fabric and get my mouth on her nipple.

“Do you want your stuff in my room or would you rather have one of the empty bedrooms?”

I lifted my head and looked at her. “It’s your house, Sierra. Tell me what you want. Tell me where you want me and my stuff.”

“I want you in my bed, Boone.” She ran her wet hand across my cheek and the side of my head. “My closet is a little full. I can clean a few dresser drawers out for you, but I’m thinking until you’re more…settled, it might be easiest to keep your stuff in the small bedroom across the hall.”

“But you only want my things across the hall, not me.”

“Yes.” Sierra kissed me. “I don’t want you to feel trapped. So maybe you’d feel less panicked if you had your own space to retreat to if need be. Then you could gradually move into my room, or maybe you’ll decide you prefer to have a dressing room of your own.”

I studied her eyes, hating to see wariness. “I don’t have a ton of stuff. Moving a lot guarantees I travel light. That said, I’m not gonna cram more into your overstuffed closet. I’ll keep my clothes in the spare room. But I would like one of the nightstands and a couple of dresser drawers. It’d be a pain to have to get my bondage equipment out of the guest room whenever I wanted to use it on you.”

She laughed. “In that case you can sleep in the guest room.”

“Not a chance.” Keeping our eyes locked, I brushed my mouth across hers. “I want everything I’ve never had. I want to know what it’s like to fall asleep with you in my arms.” I nibbled on her bottom lip. “I want to wake up in the middle of the night and do wicked things to you until you’re awake, wet and frantic.” I licked the inside of her upper lip. “I want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning.”

“I want that too.”

“So this isn’t going too fast?”

“It’s going as fast as we let it, Boone.” She pressed her mouth to mine. “If it careens out of control we can always pull back.”

“Such a smart woman.”

“But I do have to ask you a favor.” She played with my chest hair. “I told you my mom is getting remarried. Would you come to the wedding with me?”

“When is it? So I can ask for that day off.”

“It’s on a Saturday afternoon… Three weeks from yesterday, actually.”

Fucking figures.

“Excuse me?”

I glanced up at her after I realized I’d said that out loud. “I said it fucking figures because that’s the day I’m supposed to be meeting my dad in Flagstaff.”

“Oh. After what you told me last night…I’m surprised you keep in touch with your dad.”

“That’s the thing. I don’t. But he called me out of the blue…that day I tricked you into showing me around Phoenix.”

Sierra head-butted me. “You mean the day you
lied
about your friend moving to Phoenix.”

“You’re always gonna lord that over me, aren’t you?”

“Yep. Keep talking.”

“He asked if I could meet him because he had some things to talk to me about face-to-face. I said sure, never believing he’d follow through with it.” I paused. “But he did follow through. He called me this week and said he scheduled the load he has to drop off with a firm date and everything. But I can cancel it.”

“No. If you haven’t seen him in almost a decade, that’s more important.” Her eyes roamed over my face. “Do you have any idea what he wants to talk about?”

“Not a clue. But I’m not going to waste time thinking about it.”

Sierra squeezed my shoulder. “I’m here anytime you want to talk to me, Boone, about anything.”

“Thanks.” I kissed her and realized I already felt less anxious about the meeting. No matter what Dax West said, for the first time in my life I’d have someone waiting at home for me to talk about it.

Later, we were
curled up on the couch, watching football highlights before the Sunday night game started, when the doorbell rang.

Sierra looked at me. “Did you order pizza and forget to mention it?”

“No. Maybe it’s Lu and Raj?”

“Lu would’ve used her key.”

“True. You weren’t expecting anyone?”

“No.” She groaned and stood. “God, I hope it’s not my mother.”

“Did you tell her about us?”

“Omigod, no! If I tell her I have a live-in boyfriend, she’ll accuse me of trying to steal the spotlight from her wedding. I haven’t texted my dad the news either.” She pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I’m selfish. This is our time. We’ve waited long enough for it.”

The doorbell rang three more times.

“Impatient, whoever it is.” I followed her to the entryway.

Sierra opened the door.

Kyler, Hayden and Anton were on the steps with four pizza boxes and a twelve-pack of soda. Kyler studied us both, head to toe. Then he grinned. “Doesn’t look like we’re interrupting anything important.”

“Not that we’d leave even if you’d answered the door in your robes,” Hayden added. “But we figured there’d be a chance of finding Boone strung up by his balls and who wants to miss that kind of entertainment?”

“Jesus, Hayden,” Anton said.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“To watch football,” Ky said. “We brought food.”

“I see that. But what’s wrong with your TV?” Sierra asked.

“Nothin’. We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

On one hand, fuck them for implying I’d ever hurt Sierra. On the other hand, thank fuck for them for looking out for her.

“Come in. There’s room on the coffee table for the food.” Sierra kissed Ky’s cheek as he walked past—and then socked him in the stomach.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“The kiss was for giving Boone a key to your room last night. The punch was for making me smuggle Miss Underage out from under the cops’ noses.” She propped her hands on her hips. “I can’t believe Mase is okay with all the parties you’ve had lately.”

“He’s not okay with it, especially not after last night and the cops showing up and busting people,” Ky said. “I never expected it’d get out of control so fast.”

“That’s what happens when you’re a football star,” Anton said. “Everyone wants to bask in the glory of your presence.”

Ky flipped him off.

“Where is Mase?” I asked.

“Watching game tapes before he leaves in the morning. He asked for peace and quiet so we’re giving it to him,” Hayden said.

“We figured you’d have the game on tonight,” Ky said to Sierra. He tipped his chin toward her Cardinals jersey. “Ugly shirt, by the way.”

His Broncos T-shirt earned him a sneering once-over. “Back atcha. Past time to retire the Manning T-shirt. Oh right, that’s the
only
reminder of the Donkeys’ former glory years, since they suck donkey dick this year.”

“Knock it off, you two,” Hayden said. “Focus on the common goal of jeering at the Panthers and the Vikings the next few hours.”

Hours? So much for my plans to keep her occupied on that couch, not thinking about any balls besides mine.

You are such a romantic, classy motherfucker, West.

Anton drawled, “Interesting addition to the entryway, Sierra.”

“What?”

He pointed behind her. “That.”

Everyone turned and looked. Uncomfortable silence followed.

Very uncomfortable silence. Because there was a ten-inch black rubber dick stuck to the center of the catchall table with a heavy-duty suction cup.

Where the hell had
that
come from?

“Looks like someone forgot to put their toys away,” Hayden said. “But if there’s another explanation, I’d love to hear it.”

All eyes swung to Sierra.

“It’s not mine!”

Then I felt those same curious eyes on me.

Fucking awesome.

“Dude. Is it wearing a cock ring?” Anton asked me.

“How the fuck would I know? It’s not mine!”

Hayden shook his head. “This is TMI—but denying it? Come on, cuz. ’Fess up.”

“It’s Lu’s,” Sierra blurted out. Then she hastily added, “Lu’s idea of a joke. She mentioned repurposing it.” She lifted the key ring from the base of the dildo. “See? Just a harmless key ring. Not a cock ring that’ll make your dicks pull a turtle.”

More silence.

“There’s always that
one
person who takes it too far,” Kyler deadpanned.

“Go.” She shoved him. Then she shoved Anton and lastly Hayden, who looked like he had another question. “We’ll meet you in there.”

I grabbed her as soon as we cleared the corner in the kitchen. “You okay with them being here?”

“As my man would you escort them out if I asked?”

“Hell yeah.”

“I’m fine with it. They’re nosy about us and they have shown up other Sunday nights to catch a game with me.” She wound her arms around my neck. “Why? Are you not okay with them hanging out?”

“Just as long as they’re gone as soon as the fourth quarter is over.”

“Got plans for me, soldier?”

“Beyond you on top of me, with my hands on your ass as you ride me hard?” I followed the contour of her body, from her hips to her tits, which were mashed tightly against my chest. “Not really.” I fused my mouth to hers, kissing her because I could.

“This
all fucking in
thing really is awesome,” she whispered against my lips between soft smooches.

Someone cleared their throat. “Where are the paper plates?”

Sierra stepped back. “I’ll get them.”

No one said much as we polished off the pizzas. The McKay-kateers were more subdued than usual. I suspected hangovers all around.

At first Sierra sat beside me on the couch. It surprised her when I pulled her onto my lap. I didn’t want to take baby steps with her affection; I wanted to fucking run with it.

I trailed my fingers up and down her arm. I twisted her ponytail around my finger. I caressed the top of her thigh. All normal things most guys had probably done a hundred times by the time they reached my age. But this was a first for me. Watching football with my family and having my girlfriend snuggled into me. A strange sense of contentment rolled over me.

Sierra went to scrounge up ice cream at the start of the fourth quarter. She’d stayed on my lap long enough my legs had fallen asleep. As soon as the pins and needles feeling vanished, I got up and used the bathroom. I stopped to take a picture of the black dick and sent Raj a text:

Me:
Forget your dick since Lu has u by the balls?

He responded immediately

RJ:
Not my D – my D has another 4 inches on that puny wannabe.

RJ:
PS – FUCK OFF

I started around the corner when I heard my name and stopped.

“…Boone seems good with all of this.” Hayden said.

“Why does that surprise you?”

“Whoa. You don’t have to get defensive,” Hayden said.

“I’m not defensive. I’m protective, which is entirely different.”

“Protective of Boone? Why?”