32. Sienna
SIENNA
Calvin closes his eyes, and his jaw tics as if he’s in physical pain.
“What are you doing over there?” I ask, shocked by how raspy my voice comes out.
“Fighting,” he forces out. “I’m so fucking close, darlin’. It’s fucking embarrassing.”
Fire shoots through my veins, landing right between my thighs.
He hasn’t seen anything. He certainly isn’t touching me, and he’s that close already.
Jesus. Forget about his ego; this is doing incredible things for mine.
My panties, however, are freaking ruined.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet or desperate.
“I love it,” I tell him honestly. “You don’t have to hold back for me.”
“I want it to last. I—” He slams his lips closed, cutting off whatever he was about to say.
“Then make me catch up to you.”
I’ve never done this before, but I refuse to overthink what we’re doing. It feels too freaking good.
“I’m gonna need you to take off whatever you’re wearing.” My breath catches at the thought of getting naked for him. “Beneath the camera, darlin’. You don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to. Just watching your face and listening to you is more than enough.”
I bite down on the inside of my lip and nod before attempting to shimmy my sleep shorts and panties down my thighs.
“Okay,” I whisper, my body on fire with both desire and embarrassment.
My eyes dart to my bedroom door.
It doesn’t have a lock. I wonder briefly if I should attempt to drag some furniture in front of it or something. But then Calvin’s deep voice flows through the air, and I forget about everything but what we’re doing.
“Spread your legs for me, then I want you to touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.”
My hand twitches as nerves slam into me.
You shouldn’t be doing this, a little voice screams.
But my body is aching for it. Screaming for it.
Throwing caution to the wind, I let my hand slide down my stomach.
I gasp the second my fingertips connect with my swollen, needy clit.
“Christ,” Calvin grunts. “Are you wet for me, darlin’?”
I nod as I push my hands lower.
Jesus. I’m fucking soaked.
“Let me see.”
Oh my fucking god. This man is filthy, and I think I love it.
I lift my fingers, and the second he sees them glistening, his eyes shutter, and he lets out the dirtiest moan I think I’ve ever heard.
“I’m gonna need you to make yourself come for me, darlin’.”
I nod, my hand slipping back to my pussy without instruction. I’m that desperate to give him what he needs.
“So fucking hard for you.” He groans as his arm begins to move a little faster.
My eyes fall closed as I try to picture what he might look like right now.
“Eyes, Sienna. I need your eyes on me.”
I immediately do as I’m told and find his burning eyes.
“Are you playing with your clit?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“Is that gonna get you there?”
I nod, finding a rhythm that’s working for me while his voice fills my ears.
“Keep talking.”
“Darlin’, I could talk to you all fucking night. There’s no issue there.”
“Please,” I beg, desperate for release.
“You’re doing so good for me. You’re gonna come all over your fingers for me, aren’t you?”
“Y-yeah. Are you there?”
“Oh yeah,” he says, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. “I’ve been here a long while. You wanna come together?”
I bite down on my bottom lip as my release grows.
“Are you getting close? You look like you might be. Fuck, you’re even more beautiful like this, losing yourself. Letting me make you feel good. So fucking sexy. And I’m one lucky bastard who gets to watch.”
“I’m…I’m…”
“Fuck, darlin’. I’m right there, and I’m gonna come so hard for you.”
“Me too,” I gasp. “I’m…Calvin. Fuck. Calvin.”
“Sienna, fuck, yes.” He groans, his voice only spurring me on.
My fingers don’t falter as I ride out wave after wave of my release, squirming on the bed as his heaving breaths fill the room.
“Holy shit.” He groans. “I made a mess.”
The girliest of girly giggles erupts from me.
My body relaxes, and I sink into the mattress, sated and suddenly very sleepy.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I confess as I roll onto my side.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” Calvin says, and the sincerity in his eyes makes me smile.
This man has probably experimented with everything going, and yet, I totally believe every word he just said.
“Are you okay?” he asks when I don’t respond. “Did I push too hard or—”
“It was great. You were perfect.”
“Yeah?” he asks, pride covering his face.
“Yeah,” I say, hope swelling inside me that maybe, just maybe, Calvin will be the one to help me work through my issues. “I should probably go and clean up.”
“Don’t go,” he says, panicked. “I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.”
“O-okay.”
“Don’t disconnect. I’ll meet you back here in five.”
I don’t remember it happening, but I fell asleep while still on the video call with Calvin that night.
I knew what had happened when I woke up the next morning, and all I could hope was that he had disconnected before he could hear me snoring.
We’re definitely too early into whatever this thing is for him to learn about that.
But any fears I had were quickly forgotten when I remembered what we did during that video call.
Fuck, that was the hottest call of my life.
Sure, I’ve dabbled in a little sexting in my time, but I’ve never experienced full-on phone sex. It was…wow.
I came so hard with the deep rumble of his voice in my ears, his dark blue eyes locked on mine.
It was a heady experience. And I can’t help but wonder just what it would be like if he were actually there and able to touch me.
My thighs clench at the thought of his fingers against my heated skin, his lips, his tongue, his cock.
I didn’t get up that morning until I’d got myself off to the memory of the night before, and then sent him a good morning message, which he replied to immediately, as if he was waiting.
Did he wake up desperate for me, too?
I really hope so.
The rest of my time in Idaho passes by in a flash. We spend Friday on a hiking trail that Mom and Dad found before going out for dinner, and then before I know it, we’re saying our goodbyes and Garrett and I are heading to the airport.
Usually, I’m not ready to leave our parents after the holiday. I love it so much when the four of us get together that no time is ever enough. But this time…I can’t deny that there’s a huge part of me that wants to be back in LA already.
I’ve never really had anyone at home waiting for me to return. Of course, over the last few years, I’ve had Bea. But that’s not the same. Not even close.
“I can’t believe it’s over already,” Garrett sulks as we wait to get through security.
“You sound really excited to be heading home,” I deadpan.
“Meh.”
I narrow my eyes at him. This is the first time he’s given any kind of hint that he might not be happy.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, my concern starting to grow.
“Yeah. No. I dunno,” he says, looking conflicted. “I think…I think I was expecting too much when I moved. I thought I was going to have the perfect life with the perfect job. It’s just not quite what I was hoping for.”
I frown, confused. I thought he loved his job and life on the East Coast.
“Oh, ignore me. I’m just feeling off after being home for a few days.”
I want to respond, but it’s our turn at security, and we’re forced apart while we get our carry-ons and bodies scanned.
“Forget I said anything,” are his first words when we meet on the other side.
“I’m not sure—”
“Please, Sisi. I’m just feeling weird about going back. Once I’m settled back in, it’ll be fine.”
Unease trickles through me. I know my brother well enough to see that he’s putting on a brave face. Did he feel this way when he helped me move? He certainly didn’t say anything.
“If you’re not happy, Gare, you should—”
“I am. It’s fine. Honestly.”
Fine. Is anything we describe as “fine” actually good, though?
“Okay,” I relent. “But you know where I am if you need anything.”
“I do,” he says, throwing his arm around my shoulder and giving me a squeeze.
We swing by Starbucks and grab coffees before finding somewhere to sit and wait for our gates to be called.
We fall into easy conversation about our time at home and cycle back around to some of the things our parents told us.
The smile on his face should be enough to settle my mind, but every time I look at him, I see something in his eyes.
Reluctance, I guess. Reluctance to return to the life he’s making for himself.
I hate that it might not be everything he was hoping for, and I’m fucking terrified that he might be feeling alone over there.
He’s talked about spending time with colleagues outside of work, although he’s never said much about meeting new friends, but I guess that kinda thing takes time.
He’s only been there a few months. Hasn’t stopped him from hooking up, though.
But then, hooking up is easy these days.
Log onto an app and bam, you can have a man at your door in minutes.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he chastises. “I’m fine. I never should have said anything.”
“I worry about you, little brother,” I say, reaching out to ruffle his hair.
“Ugh, stop. I forgot how annoying you were,” he teases, laughter pealing out of him.
“I’m going to pee before the flight,” I say once we’ve settled.
“I’ll be here,” he says as I push to my feet and take off.
The airport is pretty quiet, considering the amount of traveling everyone has been doing this weekend, and thankfully, there isn’t a line for the bathroom.
“Oh shit,” I hiss when I reach behind me for the cell that I’d slid into my back pocket and come up empty.
Praying it just fell out on my seat and hasn’t been stolen, I quickly do my business, wash my hands, and race back.
The second Garrett looks up at me, his eyes twinkling with delight and a smug grin playing on his lips, I know exactly where it is.
And I know I’ve been busted.
“Everything okay?” I ask, hoping to play it off as I lower my ass to the seat beside him, where my cell rests.
“Really, you’re going to play that game?”
“What game? I’m not playing games.”
“Uh-huh, yeah, sure. So this man you’re seeing that hasn’t stopped messaging you all weekend—”
“Garrett,” I warn.
“Oh my god,” he gasps. “It is, isn’t it? It’s him?”
I want to tell him that I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I don’t make a habit of outright lying to my brother. Or anyone, for that fact.
Instead, I wake my cell up and balk at the number of messages from Calvin that are waiting for me. I have the message preview off, so Garrett wouldn’t have been able to read anything, but seeing his name that many times on my screen is more than enough evidence.
“Calvin Keller is going to be my brother-in-law,” Garrett sings, fanning his face. “I can still lust over him, right? Oh my god, how is he in bed? Is his…” He looks around before leaning in so only I can hear. “Is his cock as huge as I imagine it to be?”
My cheeks heat, embarrassment taking hold.
“You’ve slept with him, right? I need everything, Sisi. Give me all the details.”
“Have you forgotten that I’m your sister?” I deadpan, aware that he usually shies away from any conversation that involves my sex life. Probably for the best I don’t really have one, I guess.
“No, of course not. I’m just…pushing that aside for a moment so I can live vicariously through you.”