Unbreak My Heart (20 page)

“Direct me to the shorter blow-and-go line. You owe me big time for this, Kyler McKay.”

“Thanks, Sierra. You’re the best. Did you and Boone have a good…talk?”

“No, but he was getting a pretty spectacular blowjob when you interrupted us, so yeah, I’ll let you deal with him because he oughta be in a great mood.”

I
rang the
doorbell.

I paced as I waited for-fucking-
ever
for her to come to the damn door. Did she have to stop for a snack on the way? Because the house was freaking gigantic.

The lock clicked. From behind the door as it swung open, Sierra said, “Did you forget your key again?”

“Didn’t we already have a discussion about keys tonight?”

She froze inside the doorframe.

So did I when I saw the tiny red bikini she had on.

Jesus. It was like she’d waved a red flag in front of a bull.

“Boone. What are you doing here?”

I lifted a brow. “You’re surprised? After you blew me and ran off?”

She blushed. “I didn’t run off. Didn’t Kyler tell you what happened?”

“No. I’m not exactly happy with
Kyler
tonight.”

She swallowed hard.

All that did was remind me how fantastic it’d felt when she’d done that with my dick in her mouth. I took a step toward her. “You and I are done with parties, Sierra.
Done
. For good. From that first one seven years ago to the one tonight. Done. It never ends well for us.”

“True.”

“If Kyler wouldn’t have had the worst timing on the planet earlier, would you have still run off afterward?”

Sierra started to back up. “I don’t know.”

Fuck. Not what I wanted to hear from her. “Tell me you meant it when you said you were so far gone with wanting me that you had to have me right then. Tell me you didn’t suck my cock like a fucking dream because you had some twisted revenge fantasy going on.”

“No! God, no, Boone. I did want you—I
do
want you. You needed to know how much. You needed to know right then.”

I unclenched my jaw. “You undid me. That sassy little way you flicked your tongue. The smirking curl to your lips before you took me deep. How you just swallowed me down. Then…”

Sierra moved forward. “Then what?”

“Then you bailed so fast I thought maybe it didn’t mean—”

“Anything? Seriously?” Her voice escalated and she whapped me on the chest. “You thought it was just another fucking blowjob for me?”

“Don’t yell at me. You left without a word, without a text, without a call, without anything.”

“I was a little busy getting breathalyzed, having my ID checked, sneaking an underage girl out from underneath the cops’ noses, driving her back to campus, all while I still had the taste of you on my tongue and every time I took a breath all I could smell was the scent of your skin and that intoxicating cologne you wear.” Her chest was heaving when she paused. “Besides, the phone line runs both ways, asshat.”

“Asshat. Really? After
you
fled the room, leaving me naked with my damn dick flapping in the wind, by the time I got dressed and downstairs, you were gone. However,
Lucinda Grace
was in fine form, drunk as hell, back-talking a cop, so I interrupted knowing Raj would kick my ass if I let his woman get hauled off to jail. Luckily the cop handed her over to me, so I ended up half-carrying, half-dragging her to my car, which was about a mile from party central. Then after I dropped her off at Raj’s, I realized my damn phone was dead and I drove around for half an hour in cookie-cutter suburbia, searching for your house, not knowing how you’d react to me tracking you down.”

Now my chest was heaving.

We stared at each other.

Sierra said, “So yeah, no more parties for us.”

Then she took a step back and another. “As far as how I feel about you tracking me down, Boone?” Dropping her arms like a gunslinger reaching for her weapons, she yanked both strings on her bikinis bottoms at the same time and the two red triangles floated to the white tile floor, landing like arrows pointing toward her. Then she reached behind her back, unhooked the bottom strap of her top, pulled it over her head and flung it aside.

Sierra was beautifully, gloriously naked.

Beautifully, gloriously naked and trembling in front of me.

Fuck. Me.

I couldn’t remember my cock ever being as hard as it was right now.

Without looking away from her, I kicked the door shut hard enough the house shook.

Her eyes roved over my chest with such hunger that my nipples tightened. “Lose your shirt.”

In one fluid movement I removed it and chucked it on the floor.

As I sauntered over to where she’d pressed herself against the wall, I dragged the heel of my hand down the front of my athletic shorts to adjust my cock.

“Look at you. Christ. You’re fucking perfect. Everywhere.” Those sweet tits. The long expanse of her torso. The sexy swell of her hips and the tempting dark strip of hair between her soft thighs. Muscled calves and be-ringed toes. All mine for the taking.

I curled my hand around her hip, scraping the edge of my thumb over the tattoo just below her hipbone. Angling my head, I skimmed her collarbone with an openmouthed kiss. “I could eat you alive. Every inch. Top to bottom.” I planted kisses up the side of her throat to her ear. “But I’m gonna start in the middle.”

She exhaled a breathy, “Yes.”

Immediately I dropped to my knees. I glanced up at her, to see her staring down at me. “Sierra, keep your hair back so I can see your face.”

“Why?”

“I want to watch your eyes when you come.”

She trembled and nodded. Then she slid her left foot out, widening her stance.

Oh sexy girl, you want this bad and I’m gonna give it to you so, so good.

With the palm of my hand, I lightly stroked her leg from her knee to her hip. I leaned in, nuzzling the sensitive inner flesh, and caught the scent of her. My mouth homed in on it, landing on the soft strip of hair. I allowed a moment to bury my face right here and fill my lungs with her musky sweet perfume.

My fingers followed the rise of her mound and then spread her open, baring all that glistening pink flesh to my gaze and to my mouth. I pressed my lips to the hot skin, intending on gifting her clit a butterfly kiss. But as soon as my lips connected with the slick proof of her arousal, all plans for sweet kisses vanished.

The woman was so fucking wet my mouth was sliding around.

So wet for me. For what I could do to her.

Closing my eyes, I flattened my tongue, gathering as much of her essence in one short lick as I could. I groaned. “God, you taste fucking amazing.”

I lapped up one side of her fleshy folds and down the other, stopping to tease her clit until she wiggled and squirmed. But I still couldn’t get close enough. Deep enough. I needed more of the tang of her coating my throat, more of Sierra’s essence filling me, more of it covering me.

With
more more more
on a continual chant inside my head, I used my right hand to hold her against the wall when I gripped the back of her right thigh and brought it over my left shoulder.

“Boone!”

Better. Fuck. That was
so
much better. Now I had all of her. Right.
There.

I dragged my thumb down that pretty pink split in her sex and pushed it inside her.

Almost instantly her body rewarded me with a new sheen of wetness.

Her hand gripped my hair so hard it hurt.

I gorged on her. No tongue technique, just raw fucking hunger as I ate at her.

“Boone. Please.”

I paused to breathe, but I kept rubbing my mouth over this beautiful part of her that had become my new obsession. “Sierra…I just…need…”

“What?”

“I need it fucking
all
. Give it to me.” I dove back in, my mouth all over the place.

She went crazy when I used my teeth.

I went crazy when her fingernails dug into my forearm.

I settled over her clit, relentless in getting her to come.

And then she did. Her belly clenched beneath my hand, her thigh tightened around the back of my neck and all that smooth skin around her clit seized up and pulsed beneath my mouth like fucking applause.

A husky moan drifted down to me as she rode out her orgasm on my face.

Yeah. That’s it. Take it.

When the pulses faded, I growled against that tender flesh because I wanted more. More of the tart taste of her glazing my face. More of her soft thigh pressed against my cheek. I blew a stream of air across the wet tissues, holding fast when she gasped and tried to retreat. “No. Don’t move.”

Her hand shook when she pushed her hair out of her face.

“Sierra. Look at me.”

Her eyes were still heavy-lidded with lust.

“Never get enough of this. I could fucking
live
here. Just survive on the fucking taste of you…” I dragged my mouth up the inside of her thigh and met her gaze. “Again. I need that again. Right now.”

“
You
need it?”

“Yeah, baby, I do. This pussy is goddamn addictive.”

Sierra said, “I don’t think I… Omigod! What are you…?” Her head fell back against the wall and she moaned. “Whatever
that
is? Don’t you dare stop.”

I found the finesse I’d lacked earlier and built her up more slowly, despite my cock protesting that it was time for a turn. I glanced up at her to see her peering down at me.

That’s when she came. So hard and fast she didn’t make a sound as my tongue drew lazy circles on her quivering clit.

It was hot as fucking fire.

I backed off and brushed my wet mouth across her belly, lowering her leg, even when her standing leg was decidedly wobbly.

Standing, I reached for the condom in my pocket before shoving my athletic shorts to the floor.

Sierra watched me with those big hazel eyes as I ripped the package open and rolled the condom on.

Less than a foot separated us. I braced my left hand on the wall by her head. Then my right. I lowered my head, she parted her lips and our mouths collided.

Every atom in my body fired with need as all that soft bare skin rubbed against mine.

Sierra’s touch had turned frantic, her hands were in my hair, following the cords straining in my neck, then trailing down my chest and belly until her fingers connected with my cock. No delicate touch this time; she closed a fist around it and squeezed.

I tore my mouth free from hers and panted against her neck, “Wait.”

“We’ve waited long enough.” She turned and nuzzled the side of my head. “Please.”

And I was done.

Dropping my hands to her ass—god, I loved that squeak she made—I said, “Wrap your legs around me.”

I reclaimed her mouth as I centered her left leg above my hip, then pressed her back against the wall to lift and position her right thigh.

She wiggled, pushing down to where my cock was trapped between us.

“Sierra,” I said, against her lips. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

I snaked a hand between us and circled my cock at the base, then slid her up so the head rested at her slick opening.

With both hands free I pressed my palm over her left breast and curled my left hand around the right side of her face.

I pushed inside her, trying not to grit my teeth because she was so fucking tight.

When her eyes started to flutter closed, I squeezed her breast. “Look at me.”

“Boone.”

“Feel me. All of me. I want to know that you’re right here in this moment with me.”

“I am.”

My fingers traced her cheekbone and the hollow beneath. Then I outlined the swell of her bottom lip and the upper bow, mapping her face while I stared into her eyes.

I’d paused with my dick halfway in. Not only was Sierra’s tight, wet heat and the promise of more killing me, my legs were bolstering us both, and my core was picking up the slack. My entire body shook and I needed relief. I couldn’t stop the snarl when I canted my hips and slammed home those last few inches.

“Oh god. Boone.”

I rested my forehead to hers, panting like I’d been hammering into her for hours, and it’d been one stroke. “Fuck.” Her nipple stabbed into my palm and I pressed my fingers into the soft flesh of her breast, which was completely covered in goose bumps. “You feel perfect. I knew you would.” I kept an eye lock on her as I withdrew and thrust again.

“Yes. More.” She swallowed a groan when I rocked up, deep, hard and fast.

I fit my mouth to hers; the kiss was wet and messy. An openmouthed clash of primal sex noises as I started to fuck her without pause.

Sierra’s fingernails gouged my ass and she started pumping her hips for faster friction so I knew she was close.

I clamped my hands on the insides of her legs and pushed her thighs open so they were almost parallel to the wall. Then with my groin in constant, grinding contact with her clit…KABOOM.

And I didn’t have a fucking prayer of holding back when she clawed at me, moaning my name with throaty reverence as she came. Her pussy walls clamped around my dick with rhythmic pulls so intense my legs bobbled as her body proved it owned me, just as much as her heart and soul had already laid claim to me.