Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Sienna
My body is riddled with expectation as we head through the streets of California and back toward my home. The usual feeling of dread is missing. Knowing my father isn’t home and Stone has something in mind has me excited like never before.
After he covered me, he quickly threw on a hoodie and some sneakers, then grabbed his gym bag, and we headed through a back exit and to his SUV.
There’s something uniquely hot about a hulk of a man in a black hoodie with tattooed hands driving one handed, and I practically groan at the thought of him towering over me and taking what he wants.
His gaze shifts from the road to mine, then just as quickly back again.
“You said you haven’t done that before?” I chew on my lip, waiting for his answer as he stares ahead.
“Fucked someone’s ass?”
I nod.
“No, Sienna. I haven’t.” His eyes sparkle with mirth as they meet mine again. “You like that, Princess? My cock’s only ever been inside you?”
My eyes widen at his admittance. “Only me? You haven’t?” I swallow harshly. “What about other stuff?”
“Fucked someone’s pussy?”
I nod at his crudeness.
He scrubs a hand over his neck and shifts uncomfortably. “Not that I can remember.” Butterflies take flight in my belly.
“Wish I could own all of you.” His tone has turned solemn, and his eyes go back to the road, narrowing, and his grip tightens on the steering wheel.
“Me too,” I murmur, and mean every word. “Me too.”