Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
CRANE
Time stands still as I watch that cunt wrap his fingers around Sierra’s slender throat, the tips of his fingers whitening as he applies pressure.
Her eyes widen with confusion, but then they swirl with fear.
I’ve seen that look too many times before.
Sierra moves away and sits beside Lorena with a blank expression.
Not on my fucking watch.
“Did he just—” Kai begins, but I’m up before he can finish.
I see red, my temper getting the better of me as I stride to Declan, spinning him around and grabbing him by the throat.
Slamming his head against the wall, I don’t even try to contain my rage as the bar staff call for security.
“If you think you can lay a fucking hand on her, you’re mistaken.”
Declan’s eyes narrow into slits as he attempts to shove me away.
“Fuck you and your fucking crush. You’re pathetic; it’s me she’s with.”
I don’t respond.
Kai is by my side, staring at Declan menacingly as he pulls me away.
“Get the fuck out of here. You’re no longer invited.” Kai growls, nodding at security, who take in the scene. “Take him out of here!”
Declan whips his head to Sierra, who’s watching with wide, tear-filled eyes.
“I’m not standing for this shit, Sierra. Your fucking family is crazy!”
“Just go, Declan.” Sierra rises to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest as a manic smile takes over my face.
“You heard her,” Kai mutters, pulling me back. “Fuck off.”
Declan holds his hand out to Sierra.
“Come on, Sierra. Don’t fucking start.”
My fists ball up by my sides, but soon enough, a small hand slides across it, lacing her fingers through mine.
“I’m not starting, Declan. I’m finishing it.”
I haven’t ever been so fucking proud of anyone.
“He’s not worth it,” Kai snaps, glaring at Declan, who sneers at me.
“You can fucking have her. She’s used goods anyway.”
I lunge forward as Declan grins, bracing himself for impact.
My arms are pulled back from both sides, and when I see Kai and Sierra holding me back, their eyes lock on mine.
“Let him go,” Kai mutters. “I need you in Miami.”
“Give me my passport and my fucking diamonds back! Skanky little bitch!” Declan spits out as security grip his arms firmly.
“You’re coming with us until you calm down, son.”
“They’ve got my fucking passport!”
“Who has it?” I ask, my chest aching with the unreleased rage that’s built up there.
“I gave them all to Lorena for safekeeping,” Kai declares with pride.
“Get it for me, Sierra, please?”
Sierra leaves me, hurrying over to Lorena, who hands the passport over.
“Why, what do you want—”
Tearing the passport photo page apart into shreds, I toss it in the direction of the security staff.
“There’s his passport.”
“Crane!” Sierra gasps from beside me as I turn to pull her flush against me.
“Sierra.”
Kai steps back, grinning like a maniac as Sierra looks up at me, her eyes filling with tears.
“I fucking told you not to get involved with him, didn’t I?” I say gruffly, emotion filling my throat.
I stroke her hair back from her face, my fingers caressing the spot where Declan held her throat only minutes earlier.
Funny how things can change in minutes.
“You did.” Sierra swallows, lifting her chin defiantly. “Then you took off for five fucking years.”
“Well.” I step forward, cupping her face in my hands as she inhales sharply, her fingers on my hands. “I’m here now. I’m going nowhere unless you’re with me, girl.”
Sierra smiles, and as her mouth parts, I pull her face to mine, our lips meeting like they’ve never been apart.
It’s strange, kissing her in front of Kai, but I’d fuck her here and now in front of all of these people.
“Whoop! Yes! About fucking time!” Kai yells as people start cheering from around us.
I don’t care what anyone thinks; all I want to do is be alone with Sierra.
It has been too long.
“Welcome back,” Sierra whispers against my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck as we kiss again.
“Alright, the show’s over,” Kiki calls, clapping her hands. “We need to board our flight to Miami, people!”
“Sit with me?” I mutter, dropping my lips to Sierra’s neck, kissing the skin tenderly.
This isn’t over.
When we get back from Miami, I’m going to rip out Declan’s fucking spine.
“With you or on you?” Sierra shoots back, capturing my lips with hers.
“Oh, baby, you’ve got no idea what I’d do to you, wherever we are.”
“Baby, huh?” Sierra giggles in between kisses.
“You know it.”
We’re the last ones to leave the bar, and I grab Sierra’s hand, pulling her against me as we walk through the airport.
“So it looks like you need a roommate,” I smirk, kissing her forehead as she nods.
“I was thinking of asking Tony…” Sierra drawls, and I stop, walking her over to the wall as I pin her hands beside her.
Everyone is watching us, but I don’t care.
“Want me to show everyone that you’re mine, Sierra?”
Panic fills her eyes as she shakes he head.
“No! Not here!”
“But I don’t want Tony getting the wrong idea.” I yank her hips toward me so that she can feel my hard dick.
“He won’t, I promise,” Sierra squeaks out, sinking her teeth into her lip as our eyes meet.
“Kai,” I drawl, not moving my eyes from Sierra’s. “How long till we board?”
“Long enough, but come on, man, too much information,” Kai groans, walking ahead toward the boarding gates.
“You hear that, Miss Carson? We’ve got long enough.”
Sierra blinks rapidly, turning to point to the restrooms.
“I’ll go in first.”
God, I love this woman.
Checking the boarding time on the television screens above us, I chuckle.
This has been a long time coming.
Sierra is in the first cubicle, and luckily, the rest are empty.
I lock it behind us regardless, and Sierra takes control, pushing me down onto the closed toilet seat.
“We haven’t got long, Michaels.”
She tugs her shorts down, revealing the lacy white panties that drive me wild. The tattoo I gave her is visible through the white fabric, but I move them to the side as I lower Sierra onto my throbbing cock.
Sierra cries out as I stretch her wide, swearing into her mouth as she kisses me, her fingers gripping my cheeks.
“I love you,” I whisper as she moans, rocking her hips against me. “Look at me.”
She does, and her heated expression makes me growl with desire.
“God, I mean it.” I slam her down as she cries out again until we’re both at a rhythm we need.
“I love you too.”
“Yeah?” I know I’m close, but being inside of Sierra is everything. So I don’t give a shit if we miss the flight.
“Always have.”
“Sierra…”
Sierra throws her head back as she rides me through my orgasm, her breath stilling as she shudders around my cock.
There’s lust, and there’s love.
I’ve fucked enough girls to know the difference, and Sierra is that difference.
I fucking love her with everything that I am.
“We better go,” Sierra pants, reaching for the tissue to clean herself.
I lean down, kissing the tattoo on her hip as she sighs, running her hands through my hair as she kisses my head.
“Fucking finally.” I move her underwear back as she reaches down to tug her shorts up.
“Who knows, we may even join the mile high club,” Sierra remarks, kissing me hard on the mouth.
This girl will be the death of me.