27. Sienna
Chapter 27
Sienna
Luke and I rush upstairs, my heart thundering as Luke shuts his bedroom door behind us. “Holy shit! Did that really just happen?”
Deb wants an annulment. Our parents are splitting up. Because my parents still love each other.
“Yeah, it did.” Luke is just as shocked as I am.
“I feel awful. I told Deb last night that my mom still loves my dad. I shouldn’t have said anything.” If I’m the reason they’re breaking up, I’ll be crushed. I’ve already lived years of my life believing I was responsible for destroying one marriage. I don’t want to live with the knowledge that I broke up another.
“Don’t feel bad. It’s good you did. They’re not right for each other.” Luke rubs my arms in comforting strokes. “Do you think your parents will get back together?”
“I can’t even wrap my mind around that possibility.” A bubble of hope rises in my chest. “But I think maybe they would both be happier. I’m sorry if your mom is hurt, though.”
My heart aches for Deb. I hope she’s not just putting on a brave face for all of us while she’s actually harboring more love for my father than any of us realize.
“I’d rather Ma find someone like Pop again. I’d rather all of them be as happy as I am with you.” He steps closer, threading his hand into my hair. “I love you, Sienna.”
“I love you too.” The words fly out of my mouth without a second’s hesitation. Even if I’m not sure how many lies he’s still keeping from me. “So after the annulment is finalized...that means we won’t be step-siblings anymore.”
“Exactly.” He grins. “And when the semester ends, we can spend the break together. Coach will probably keep us coming to practice for another week or two, but we should get some time off for the summer.”
“We can finally be together.” Deb’s announcement changes everything. Soon enough, we won’t be family. We’ll be free to treat each other in public exactly like we do in private. Well, some things should still be kept behind closed doors. We’ve learned our lesson there. “Unless you don’t want to be with me after all this stuff with Marcus?—”
“Fuck Marcus.” Luke’s gray eyes are stormy. “Fuck that video. He better hope he doesn’t give me a chance to put my hands on him again. Ma will take care of it. Tomorrow, it’ll be like that fucking video never existed.”
“But what about the team? What about the NHL? That’s your dream , Luke. What if all this shit screws that up?” I blink away the tears. I don’t want to be the reason he can’t fulfill his dream. I don’t want him to resent me.
Luke cradles my jaw. “ You are my dream, Sienna. Being with you is a dream come true. Nothing else compares to you. I don’t give a fuck if I don’t get drafted as long as I have you by my side.”
I throw my arms around him, and without another word, Luke picks me up and presses me against the door, lips colliding with mine.
The space between my legs burns with a fiery need. I ache for him. Want him more desperately than I ever have. He must sense it because he locks the door.
“What if they hear us?” I gasp as he sucks on my neck. Tingles race up to my scalp at the delicious sensation of his mouth on me.
“I’ll keep you quiet.” His promise sends a delicious shiver down my spine.
A few months ago, I thought the worst thing that could happen to me was getting chased out of Wakefield. Being forced to leave my home behind to start over with a new family I didn’t know.
But the worst thing that ever happened to me somehow also became the best. Marcus sent me running into the arms of Luke Valentine. And there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
“Take your shirt off.” His command is urgent as he drops me to the floor and rips my jeans down.
I scramble to yank my shirt over my head. To my surprise, he leaves my panties on, kneeling between my legs and kissing up my thighs. Blood pumps through my veins, and part of me wants to beg him to hurry up and fuck me because I need him now , but another part knows the tortuous buildup will have the best possible payoff.
His tongue glides up my inner thigh in a slow, luxuriating stroke until I quiver beneath him. I can’t take my eyes off him. Can’t stop admiring the way he devours me.
When his mouth suctions onto my skin, inching up the same trail as his tongue, I whimper.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmurs.
“No one’s making you wait.”
He chuckles against my skin and it vibrates all the way to my clit. “But making you wait, making you squirm and whimper while you ache to come, is the best part.”
I gulp. “That’s evil.”
“Then call me the Devil.”
If he’s the Devil, send me to hell. That’s where I belong.
No matter how many times I’ve been with him, he always leaves me aching for more. Needing him like water, like air.
Luke pushes my panties to the side, exposing me to him before his tongue dives inside me. He claps a hand over my mouth just as the moan escapes.
He shoves me back against the door with a clatter. I try to remind him to hush, but he ignores me, completely absorbed in tasting me. My thighs start to shake as his tongue pumps in me and my panties grind against my clit.
I’m about to burst when he stands. “No,” I whine. “Please don’t stop.”
Luke peels off his shirt, then drops his sweats and boxers. Revealing the hard cock already glistening with pre-cum. Ready for me. “Do I look like I’m stopping?”
I grab his shaft and grind his tip against my clit. He lets out an animalistic groan before he flattens me against the door. I can’t move, can’t escape even if I wanted to, as he pins me and nudges his cock at my entrance.
“You’re mine forever, Sienna.” With a swift thrust of his hips, he buries himself inside me.
My mind spins as his cock stretches me. The cotton of my panties rubs against my clit with every slow thrust of his hips. He catches my mouth with his before I can cry out and let everyone in this house know exactly what we’re up to.
His tongue dances with mine, coated with my arousal as his cock splits me open. The pleasure is so overwhelming, I can almost ignore the clatter of the door as we fuck against it.
Almost.
Even though our relationship soon won’t be forbidden in the eyes of the law, our parents won’t exactly appreciate overhearing us fuck in Luke’s bedroom. Especially considering the circumstances.
Once he registers the tension in my muscles, he lifts me and smacks me against the wall, the angle even deeper.
“Agh!” I bite his shoulder to muffle my sounds.
He fucks me even harder now, the only sounds in the room our muffled groans and the slap of skin on skin. A forbidden, salacious symphony. Without any leverage, I can’t move. I’m forced to take every inch he gives me.
“Luke,” I gasp, digging into his shoulders while my eyes roll.
He moves us again, this time laying me on the floor before he flips us so I’m straddling him. “Ride me.”
I oblige him, planting my hands on his broad chest while I rock my hips. His thumb circles my clit while he bites his lip, unable to tear his eyes away from me.
Luke may own me, but I own him too. His body, his mind, his heart.
“You’re incredible, Sienna.” His grip tightens on my hips. “I love every fucking part of you. Those beautiful eyes that betray your every emotion. That cute nose that scrunches every time you’re pissed at me. Those soft lips when they wrap around my cock.” With that, my lips twist into a smirk. But he’s not done. “That contagious, musical laugh that makes it impossible not to laugh with you. That huge, sweet smile that reminds me how to be happy. I don’t know what I’d be without you. I don’t want to live another day if I can’t spend it with you.”
My chest squeezes. I don’t want to live another day without him either. “Don’t break my heart. I won’t recover.”
There. My greatest fear, laid bare with my soul.
His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing gently with the promise. “Never.”
“I want you to fuck me now.”
I don’t need to make the request twice. In one swift movement, he sits up, sweeping an arm behind my back and flipping us so I’m on the floor beneath him.
The carpet scratches my bare skin, but I don’t care once Luke rocks his hips into me.
Pleasure mounts between my legs, through my whole body, as the squishing sounds of Luke’s cock driving into me reaches my ears. Arousal drips down between my ass cheeks to the floor.
He pounds me into the carpet, and thank god we chose the floor because the violent squeak of the mattress would undoubtedly give us away.
That familiar pleasure mounts in my limbs, thrumming through my veins, until the orgasm crests. I cry out at the burst of pleasure as Luke continues fucking me through every wave until he collapses against me and lets out a groan into my ear that curls my toes.
Hearts hammering together, we do nothing but pant. As much as I’d love to stay in this room and fuck all night, I know we can’t do that here. “We should get dressed. Our parents might know what’s happening between us, but they’re not going to condone it happening right under their noses.”
Luke groans but kisses me and pulls out, leaving me empty and aching for him. He helps me onto shaky legs and grabs our clothes, tossing them onto the bed. Our phones slip out of our pockets, and when he disappears into the bathroom to splash water on his face, my heart leaps into my throat.
His phone is right fucking there. I could try the passcode. Try to unlock it while he’s in the other room and search through his texts. But that would be a huge invasion of his trust, his privacy, and we’ve both been through enough of that lately.
Instead, I grab my phone and type out a text to Ten. If Luke and Ten are the same person, this is how I’ll find out for sure. And if they somehow aren’t, I’ll close the chapter on our friendship for good.
Sienna
I just want to let you know that I’m so grateful for our friendship over the years. You helped me get through so much without even realizing it. I’m glad I met you, and I want you to know that I’m happy. I hope you are too. Goodbye, Ten.
I wait for the chime of the notification from Luke’s phone. But it doesn’t come.
A confusing mixture of horror and relief floods through me. How is that possible? How are Luke and Ten not the same person?
He wasn’t lying. All along, Ten really has been someone else.
On the bed, Luke’s phone lights up. A silent notification. A text. He must’ve turned the sound off.
The name on the screen is?—
“Sienna? What are you doing?”
I hold his phone up. He tries to snatch it from me, but my grip is stronger than iron.
When he spots the text on the screen, he pales. His voice is so small, broken, when he murmurs, “I’m sorry, Sienna.”
“Why the hell did you keep lying to me?” My voice quakes, but not with sorrow. Rage. “I gave you a fucking chance to come clean, Luke. But you kept lying .”
He sits on the bed in front of me, and I’m not totally sure I want him this close. When he sighs, my stomach twists. Finally, I’ll get the truth. But even after wanting it all this time, I’m not sure I’m ready to hear it. “When our parents dated the first time, I knew you’d basically lost your dad. He barely ever talked to you; you never came around. I’d lost my dad. I knew how much that fucking gutted me. So I found you online. I put on a mask and told you to call me Ten because I didn’t want you to know who I was. And I...I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t think you’d open up to me if you knew who I really was.”
My hands ball into fists, nails biting my palms. I could forgive fifteen-year-old Luke for catfishing a girl because he felt bad for her. But he’s had literal years to come clean. He could’ve come clean the day we met. But he didn’t. He could’ve come clean when I confronted him about it. But he didn’t .
He’d rather let me think Ten was ghosting me, that the friend I’d had since I was fifteen suddenly didn’t give a shit about me anymore. That I was being abandoned by one of the most important people in my life, all over again.
Luke lost a friend last summer, and he let me believe I lost one of mine. He ghosted me, even after knowing how much my father’s abandonment hurt me.
He let me kiss him, fuck him, fall in fucking love with him while he’s been harboring this secret the whole time. He had sex with me, even when he knew our parents had just gotten married. He knew who I was that night in the hotel room. He knew I was his new stepsister, and he still let me believe we were strangers. And even when I figured it all out, he refused to tell me the truth.
Everything has been a lie.
I shake my head. “The sad part is I could’ve forgiven you if you’d given me the chance.”
Pain softens his gray eyes. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth. I was too terrified of losing you.”
“But you were willing to let me lose Ten? Lose you?” My hands are shaking. “How am I supposed to trust you when you lie to my face? About something like this?”
Silence falls between us. He doesn’t have an answer. I head for the door.
“Sienna!” Luke’s voice sounds more broken than I’ve ever heard it. “Wait!”
I whirl on him, heart beating to the verge of explosion. “No, Luke, you’ve been lying to me. This whole time . You badgered me for keeping secrets from you about what happened to me back in Wakefield, when you’ve been lying about your fucking identity . I thought my friend was dead . Or just hated me. You know how much that hurt me?”
His own face contorts in pain. Good. He deserves it. He deserves to feel a fraction of the pain he’s caused me.
“I’m sorry.” He tries to close the space between us, but I back up. “I didn’t know how to tell you. Didn’t want you to hate me. To look at me like you are right now. Or to walk out of my life for good. After Pop and Chloe...I couldn’t bear to lose you too.”
“Then you should’ve fucking said something when we met. Hey, Sienna, I’ve been catfishing you since we were fifteen. My bad . Or when I fucking gave you the chance to tell the truth. When I told you I knew you’d been Ten all along. You could’ve come clean. You could’ve said something . But you didn’t.” I point at his phone. “If that text hadn’t exposed you, you never would’ve told me the truth. Would you?”
He can’t answer. He doesn’t need to.
I have my answer.
“I knew this would happen. I knew I should’ve stayed away from you, but I didn’t, and now look at the mess we’ve made.” I bite my lip to stop it from shaking. “There’s fucking revenge porn of us on the internet. Our parents are splitting up. You could lose your spot on the team. Your shot at the NHL. Sneaking around has done nothing but make our lives worse.”
I should’ve listened to my brain reminding me over and over to stay away from Luke. That hooking up with my stepbrother would only end badly. Now here we are.
Since the incident with Marcus, I’ve been letting other people clean up my mess for me. Send me away, protect me, fight my battles. Now it’s time I finally clean up my own mess.
Luke’s brows dip. “No, it hasn’t. Marcus posted that video. Our parents make their own decisions. And I already told you I don’t care about the team or the NHL. We’re meant to be together. You know that.”
I shake my head, retreating. “Goodbye, Luke.”
He grabs my hand. His beautiful gray eyes are crinkled around the edges, brows drawn together in a frown and lips pursed. Hurt like I’ve never seen is etched into his features. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say goodbye to me.”
How can I still love him even if I can’t trust him? When this love between us has done nothing but hurt us and everyone we care about?
“I said goodbye to Ten.” Tears sting my eyes, but I won’t let him see how much this is breaking me. “Now I’m saying goodbye to you. Don’t text me. Either version of you.”