32. Sienna
CHAPTER 32
SIENNA
I cling to his shoulders, no doubt saturating him.
I didn’t mean to run through the rain to reach him. But I’d been on a group call with Emily, Olivia, and Georgie… and Zander’s name had come up. They didn’t mean to start talking about him, but when I heard it was his final night and he’d be at his dad’s house, I felt this overwhelming compulsion that I couldn’t fight.
So I snuck out my back door and ran through the rain.
Because I needed to see him one more time.
Zander lets me go, holding me by the shoulders and stepping back from me. He looks worried, his beautiful face puckering into a gentle frown.
“What’s the matter?” he whispers, his eyes darting to his bedroom door before landing back on me.
“I’m sorry,” I mouth, then find my voice. “I’m sorry. I know I should go, but… my heart hurts so bad.” I whimper, then let out this little hiccup before pushing through the rest. “I just needed to see you one more time before you left. I just want to feel your arms around me again.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Pulling me against him, he envelops me in a hug. Our bodies press together, and I sink into his embrace, loving him with every fiber of my being.
His breath fans against my ear as he leans his cheek against mine, then starts kissing me. Running little nibbles from my earlobe to my lips, he brings me home with his luscious tongue. I deepen the kiss, a swift urgency running through me as I can sense the clock ticking away in the back of my mind.
He’s leaving soon.
Make the most of this, because it might never happen again.
We start to undress each other in a frenzy. My wet clothes slap onto his floor while we stumble, jerking our layers off and kissing with a frantic passion.
I can sense his need. It’s as strong and deep as mine, and I go with it, flopping back onto his bed and pulling him on top of me.
My body is aching for him, my insides wet and pleading as I drop my legs open. He kisses me deeply, cupping the back of my head and plunging into me with one swift move. My cry is caught by his tongue. He swallows my moans of pleasure, drinking my sounds away as he thrusts into me again and again. I raise my hips to meet his and we move together, clinging and connecting with this feral urgency that I can’t stop.
I need this.
He needs this too. I can feel it.
We’ve been starved of each other this week, and we’re making up for lost time.
“I love you,” I murmur against his mouth, trailing my hand down his body and squeezing his ass, propelling him deeper into my body.
He complies, plowing into me with a grunt, then whispering words of affection. “I’ll always love you, Sen. My sweet Sparky.”
I smile against his chin, groaning when he hits a sweet spot. He picks up his pace, his heart thundering against my chest as he loses himself in me.
Our groans mingle together, his mouth hovering against mine as his pants increase. He’s going to come soon, and I’m about to remind him about protection when he whispers, “I’ll pull out before I pop, okay? Or do you want me to suit up?”
I shake my head, hating the idea of a rubber sheath, needing his skin on my skin. Needing our private places to be connected with no barriers between us.
“It’s okay.” I kiss his chin. “I trust you.”
He plunges into me again and I whimper, loving the way he fills me so completely.
Opening my eyes, I study his face. His expression buckles, his mouth popping open as he thrusts hard and deep two more times before whipping out of me and ejaculating on my stomach. He jerks and moans above me, and then I wrap my arms around him, pulling him flush against me and loving him with everything I have.
I cling to his shoulders, kissing his neck and closing my eyes. I breathe him in, absorbing all I can, needing this memory to last forever.
As we slowly float back down from our high, he peels his sweaty body off mine and hands me a wad of tissues. I clean up my stomach, wiping his cum away and fighting another round of tears. I’m going to have to leave him soon, climb out that window and walk my ass back home.
But then he pulls me close. His lips brush my shoulder as he nestles my back to his chest, spooning me against his solid body.
“You’re so beautiful. I love being with you so much.”
I smile into his pillow, drinking in his husky voice and trying to memorize the sound of it. “I love being with you too.” I’m trying so hard not to ruin this perfect moment by lamenting that it’s our last time together.
“You’ll always be with me, Sen. Always.” He nuzzles my neck, and I roll over to face him.
Hooking my leg over his hip, I wriggle our bodies together again. Our messy sweetness sticks to our skin, my hurried clean-up not quite getting it all. But I don’t care. I want it to soak into me forever. I need this boy to always stay with me. Even just the smallest part of him.
“I’ll never forget you,” I promise. “And I’ll always love you.”
“Me too.” His smile is beautiful, and I soak it in. “My first love.”
My heart trills and flails, and I’m not sure how I’m going to leave him.
But I don’t have to make that decision until the morning. Because our eyes drift shut together, and we cling to each other until the soft light of dawn rouses me.
I can hear movement in the hallway outside, and I’m pretty sure Zander’s dad is up and about. If he catches me in here, there’ll no doubt be hell to pay, so I slip out of bed.
The move wakes Zander and he sits up with a groggy frown, watching me get dressed.
I zip my fly, then pull the damp, crinkled T-shirt back over my body. His gaze is on me the whole time, and I stop, drinking him in one last time.
“Good luck, Zander. I hope all your dreams come true.”
His eyes glass with tears, and I bend down and kiss him. Our lips press together, and it’s like they know this is the last goodbye, because we linger for a long, thick beat before finally pulling apart.
My smile feels heavy and sad as I brush my fingers down his face, then head for the window.
“This might not be forever, Sen.” His voice catches as if he’s trying to comfort himself. “If we’re meant to be… we’ll be.”
I smile at him, the thought giving me enough hope to whisper, “I know.”
Climbing out the window, I run through the misty air. The morning sun is attempting to dry the rain-soaked ground, and the humidity clings to me. By the time I walk through the back door, my head is pounding and I feel like throwing up.
I’m not sure why. Maybe I’m just completely drained after days of mourning my man.
But last night was a bit of closure, I guess.
At least we’re not leaving with anger sparking between us. Just deep sadness.
I think about our night together. The feel of his arms around me and how I felt so safe and secure in his embrace.
Our frenzied lovemaking… that urgent connection we both so desperately needed.
I’ll never forget the feel of him inside me.
He’s a part of my soul. No matter what happens.
I reach the kitchen and find my dad sitting at the dining table. He has a mug of coffee in his hand and a look on his face that tells me he knows exactly where I’ve been. I take in his sad smile and suddenly burst into tears.
“Aw, Blue.” Standing tall, he walks across to me, gathering me into his arms and taking a seat. Snuggling me on his lap, he rests his head against mine, letting me cry buckets into his shirt. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but it’s all going to be okay. You’re going to get through this.” He kisses my forehead, rubbing my back while I whimper against him.
And then Mom appears. Tying her bathrobe at the waist, she runs over, wrapping her arms around us and holding on tight.
I draw strength from their embrace and words of comfort.
“Never regret this love, my darling. He’ll always be a part of your story, and once the pain dies down… he’ll be a part you can cherish and remember with a smile.”
I know they’re right.
Zander will always be a part of me.
I just didn’t realize how much…