69. Sienna
SIENNA
The next day, I’m back at the airport and doing the thing that I dread the most about visiting my parents.
Saying goodbye.
Only this time, I’m not about to get on a plane alone. No. I’ve got my most favorite person beside me. And not only that, but he’s upgraded my ticket, so we get to fly home together, and we’re doing it in style.
Dating a professional hockey player sure does have its perks.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving already,” Mom says, opening her arms for me.
I step into her hug, desperately trying to swallow the emotion that’s clogging my throat.
I don’t want to cry because it’ll trigger Mom to do the same, and I hate making her sad.
Our bedrooms are enough evidence of how much she misses us when we’re away.
At least she has a couple of extra days with Garrett as he isn’t heading home until the new year.
I wish I could do the same, but work is calling.
While I might not be ready for the break and time with my parents and Calvin to be over, the few days off were exactly what I needed, and I’m excited to get back in the salon.
I love my job and my colleagues so much.
I’ve also missed Bea, and I want to know if all her complaining about how much she’s grown in just a few days was actually for a reason.
According to her, she’s ‘ballooned,’ and it has nothing to do with all the food she’s eaten. I’m not sure I believe her.
“I know,” I whimper as I breathe in the sweet, comforting scent of my mom’s perfume.
This time is worse than Thanksgiving because I don’t know when I’ll see them again. At least then, we still had Christmas to look forward to.
“We’ll see you soon, yeah?”
I sniffle, my emotions getting the better of me like they always do.
“Yeah.”
“We’ll come to LA,” she promises before handing me off to my dad, who was chatting with Calvin while Mom and I had our moment.
By the time I pull back from his comforting hold, I lose the battle with my tears, as does Mom.
“Every time,” Dad teases, pulling Mom into his side and kissing the top of her head. Calvin does the same to me. It makes me think of all the times I’ve stood here alone, watching my parents together, wishing I could have the kind of relationship that endures the years as they have.
Have I found it with Calvin? Fuck. I hope so.
“We should go,” Calvin says reluctantly.
“Yeah, I know,” I whisper.
“Message us when you land?” Mom asks.
“Of course.”
“We’ll see you soon, sweetheart. Look after our girl, Calvin,” Dad instructs.
“With my life,” Calvin promises before turning us around and leading me to security.
I blow out a long breath and snuggle tighter into his side as we get into the line.
“I hate saying goodbye,” I mutter into his chest.
“Whenever you want to see them, all you need to do is say the word, and I’ll get the flights booked. Us to them, or them to us.”
I gaze up at him through my tears, eternally grateful that we found our way back into each other’s lives.
“I love you,” I say, squeezing him tightly around the middle.
“I love you too, darlin’.”
I must say, flying first class did soften the blow of leaving my parents and brother behind. Having Calvin hold my hand almost the entire way home helped as well.
“So, my place or yours?” he asks after we’ve found my car and started the short drive home.
“I need to go to mine to get your gift.”
“Yours then.”
“We can go up to yours. I haven’t had much chance to snoop around yet.”
“Oh yeah?” he teases.
“And I’m going to need to make sure there hasn’t been any bird invasion while we’ve been gone.”
“Christ, don’t remind me. I screamed like a little bitch, didn’t I?”
“What? No, of course not,” I say, but the words don’t sound as genuine as I was hoping.
“Liar,” he teases.
“Maybe it was just a little bit girly.”
He chuckles as he drives.
Honestly, is there anything hotter than a man driving? The way their hands grip the wheel, the way it makes the muscles in their forearms ripple.
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone. My rep can’t handle me handing my balls over to one woman and screaming like a girl, too.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Promise.”
“Phew,” he says, wiping his hand across his brow as if the thought of everyone knowing his secret was making him sweat.
No sooner does he pull into my space than he’s out of the car, grabbing our luggage and leading me toward the elevator.
“I love coming home with you.”
“Same,” I say, allowing him to back me into the corner of the elevator.
“I can’t wait to have you all to myself again,” he says as he kisses down my throat.
“You had me alone every night since you arrived in Idaho.”
“Not the same in a hotel,” he mutters.
All too soon, the elevator dings, announcing our arrival, and we spill out. The second we’re in my apartment, though, Calvin continues what he started.
“I want to be inside you,” he tells me as he pushes me against the wall, hiking my leg around his waist. “Been hard for you for hours.”
He’s not lying, either. It was impossible to ignore the boner he was sporting on the plane earlier. Not only did I notice it, but I made sure to graze my fingers over it, teasing him at every opportunity.
Knowing I affect him as much as I do is a heady feeling.
“Calvin,” I whimper when his erection rubs against my clit. “Your gift.”
“I’m sure it can wait. Unless you bought me a puppy.” He pulls back to look in my eyes. “Did you buy me a puppy?”
I can’t help but laugh. “No, I haven’t got you any kind of living creature.”
He smirks at me.
“Good. I don’t want to have to divide my time. At least, not yet.”
“W-what do you mean?” I ask, my head already spinning with what he’s doing to me.
“When we have kids.”
I twist my head to look at him.
“W-what?”
“What?” he asks, the most adorable crease appearing between his brows. “You want kids, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah. I just…I didn’t realize we were thinking about it already.”
“I hate to break it to you, darlin’, but I’ve been thinking about it since recognizing you in the club that night. The second I saw you, the future I always wanted laid out before me. It was always you, Sienna. Always.”
I grip his jaw and drag his lips to mine, kissing him hungrily.
“I want that future too. Everything. With you,” I say between kisses.
He doesn’t let me say anything else. Instead, his tongue licks into my mouth as he continues to grind against me.
“Need inside you, darlin’,” he confesses when he pulls back, breathless.
“Then why aren’t you? Couch,” I demand, and he instantly pulls me from the wall and walks through my apartment.
In only seconds, he’s lowering himself down before lying back and tucking his hands under his head.
“Take me, darlin’. Do whatever you want to me.”
The wicked look in his eye makes more heat flood toward my core.
My hands drop to his fly, and in seconds, I have the button open, the zipper pulled down, and I’m tugging them down his thighs.
His hard cock springs back against his stomach, the tip already glistening with precum.
As much as I want to taste him, tease him, I want him inside me more.
Climbing from the couch, I drag his pants down to his knees before shimmying out of my leggings and panties. I don’t bother removing my top; I’m too impatient to feel him.
I climb back on top of him, and he watches with dark, hungry eyes as I drag the head of his cock through my folds, coating him in my juices.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groans.
“You could have made me come against the wall,” I tell him, although I suspect he already knows.
“Put me inside you,” he demands.
Unable to do anything but what I’m told, I push him a little farther back and lower onto him.
“Wait,” he cries, suddenly reaching for my hips, stopping me.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Condom,” he forces out, the muscles in his neck pulled tight as if it’s killing him to stop.
“O-oh,” I breathe, glancing down at where we’re connected. “I…um…I’m on birth control,” I remind him.
“And I’m clean. I fucking swear to you. I’ve never gone without, and I’ve been tested since my last…you know,” he assures me.
“I haven’t been with anyone else in…a long time.”
“I trust you,” he says, “and I’m happy for you to continue, but only if you are. I promised you I’d never make you do anything you don’t want to do, so if you want to stop and roll a rubber on me, now is your chance.”
I don’t need to think about my answer. There was never a question in my mind.
Calvin is it for me. And the less we have between us, the better, as far as I’m concerned.
I wrap my hands around his wrists and pull him away from my hips before twisting our fingers together and lifting his arms above his head.
Then I sink down, taking him as deep as I can in one move.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts as he stares up at me, his jaw clenched tight.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“You’re so tight, darlin’. And you feel so fucking good.”
“You too,” I say before a loud gasp rips from my lips as I lift up before sinking right back down, taking him a little deeper.
He lies there with our hands tangled and allows me to fuck him exactly as I want.
I take it slow to start with, circling my hips every time he’s fully seated inside me, but as my release surges forward, I find myself moving faster.
Sweat coats my brow and my breathing becomes erratic as I ride him toward orgasm.
“Fuck. You’re gonna come all over my dick, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Watching you ride me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Take it, darlin’. Use me. Get yourself off on me.”
“Come with me,” I force out as my pussy tightens around him.
“I’m there,” he promises. “The second you go, I’m going with you.”
I circle my hips again, and his cock hits that spot inside me that I can never find with my vibrator, and I lose it.
“Fuck. Fuck. Sienna, darlin’. Fuuuuuck.” Calvin groans as his cock jerks inside me.
Knowing that he’s coating me in his cum sends aftershocks rocking through me.
The second my orgasm subsides, I collapse on top of him, fighting and failing to catch my breath.
“I take back what I said a while ago,” I confess as his arms wrap around me, pinning me to his chest.
“What’s that?” he asks, sounding as sleepy as I feel.
“Exercise isn’t all that bad.”
Laughter rumbles beneath my ear, and I drift off to sleep a few moments later with a sated smile on my face and my heart overflowing with everything I feel for this man.