Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
SIERRA
Crane insists on driving, and we keep stopping off for caffeine and snacks along the way.
I feel wretched for causing this shitstorm, and I want to throttle Declan.
I can’t believe he’s doing this—trying to get Crane arrested for stealing something he’s never seen?!
Bastard.
Crane yawns beside me, and my heart sinks even lower.
“I’m sorry,” I say for the millionth time as Crane sighs.
“Don’t keep apologising, it’s not your fault Hale is a prick.”
But it is.
Why did I date such an asshole?
But then, he wasn’t always an asshole.
“I feel bad for your mom.”
Crane smirks, and I swear my stomach flips.
“My mom seems quite content with Ray, wouldn’t you agree?”
I thought Crane took the news quite well, considering everything.
Or maybe he was too distracted by my crap to care.
My foot jiggles with nerves, and try as I might I can’t stop it.
I want to call my parents and get the best lawyer we can afford by combining our money together, but Crane insists he’s got this.
I realise I don’t know much about Crane now, not who he has been for the past five years, anyway.
Do I care?
Not really.
“Crane?”
“Yeah?” he drawls, switching lanes as he flies down the highway.
“I love you.”
Crane smiles, lifting my hand to his lips, kissing it softly.
“You know, once I’ve kicked Hale’s ass, I’m going to buy you the biggest rock, so the whole world knows you’re mine.”
My heart slams in my chest at his words, and I lean over to kiss his cheek, wrapping my arms around him as I do.
“I don’t want any more diamonds, Michaels.”
Crane chuckles, his body relaxing beneath me.
“No? What do you want then? Emeralds? Rubies?”
I shake my head forcefully.
“A tattoo,” I whisper, as he whistles.
“A tattoo, huh?”
I nod, proud of my suggestion.
“Yep. Tattoo the ring on my finger because that way I’ll never lose it.”
“Fuck, baby. That’s hot.”
“Maybe you should pull over if you’re getting hot,” I purr into his ear, my tongue caressing his lobe as he groans.
“I’m raging, darlin’. Ask me after I’ve caved your ex’s head in.” Crane heaves a sigh. “Nearly there, beautiful.”
This is what Crane does to me.
He drives me insane with lust, then love, and I wonder if I’m obsessed with him.
“I know, but what if…” I lick my lips, and he stares at me for a beat, shaking his head as he returns his attention to the road. “What if we don’t get a chance?”
“You want me inside of you, baby?” Crane asks gruffly, swerving the car off the road and onto a dirt track.
It’s pitch black around us, but Crane cuts the engine without another word, dragging me onto his lap.
My mouth meets his in a hot frenzy, and we kiss so hard our teeth clash.
“Get these off,” Crane mutters with frustration as I move my underwear to the side.
I lift so he can release his dick, and within seconds he’s thrusting into me, filling every inch of me.
“Ahhh, fuck yes!” I moan, wasting no time in grinding my hips against his.
“You drive me crazy,” Crane whispers, yanking my hair back so my neck is exposed. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Fuck me, beautiful.”
The noises leaving my mouth fill the car, and Crane groans as I slam up and down on his dick, clenching my core as I do. My pussy warms as my fingers stroke my clit, shuddering and bucking against him as he grips my hips, riding me from beneath.
“Baby,” I cry out as I unravel, my lips attempting to find his clumsily. “I love this.”
“Mmm,” Crane mutters into my neck, his hands digging into my waist as he lifts his hips, driving into me with all his might. “It’s all you, girl.”
My orgasm hits me so fast I don’t get a chance to take a breath, and his lips cover mine as I moan his name.
He stiffens, grunting as he tugs me down by my shoulders, his tongue stilling in my mouth as he shoots his load into me.
I suck his tongue, moving my mouth from his as I aim for his neck, kissing and moaning in his ear as he fills me.
I could listen to Crane come all day long.
It’s fucking biblical, I swear.
“Jesus Christ, Sierra Carson. You’ll be the death of us both.”
I kiss him tenderly, and our bodies rock together slowly as he hardens inside of me.
“I’m definitely getting arrested.” Crane chuckles, his lips brushing softly against mine before our tongues play.
“I do love a bad boy,” I tease, before he stops, gripping my chin.
His steely eyes burn into mine, and I wonder what I’ve said to make him look so angry.
“Then you’re in luck. I’m a mad, bad, dirty fucker for you, Sierra. You bring out my demons and make them laugh at the world.”
I press my lips against his, tears stinging my eyes.
“I need to marry you, Crane Michaels. Like, today.”
Crane kisses me back, and he taps my ass as he lifts me away from him.
“I’ll give you anything you want, just let me deal with this.”
I love a man who takes control.
I love Crane.