Chapter 54 Hayden
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
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Keenan, the girls—Ellison, Isa, and Juniper—and I sat together in the front row as night seven of the NFR commenced. Colter and Reid were on track to win their first world championship buckle, and Mikey looked like a solid contender for the NFR average title in bull riding.
Sierra had competed well, too, and my heart burst with pride seeing her compete at the most important event in professional rodeo.
“Has Sierra decided what she’s going to do after the NFR is over?” Ellison asked. She knew how badly I wanted Sierra to stay in Silver Creek, and I was pretty sure she’d been dropping hints to Sierra about it the whole week.
I shook my head. “Not sure yet. I’m not going to pressure her, but ever since the…” I cleared my throat. “Since the incident, she’s been a lot more relaxed. It took some time, but part of me thinks I could convince her to stay.”
“That’s so cute!” Isa squealed, her eyes sparkling with excitement and pure joy for me.
“You two are so good for each other,” Juniper agreed. “From what I’ve seen, at least.”
Keenan smirked. “They’ve always been great together. I think they just needed to get out of their own way. For the longest time, you both tortured yourselves into thinking you couldn’t be happy.”
I threw him a glare, and he shrugged.
“It’s true. You may not think you were self-sabotaging, Hazey, but in a weird way, you were. Sure, Sierra was more obvious about it, but I don’t know. You focused so much on protecting her. And she did what she thought would protect you, too.”
I had to agree, even though I didn’t want to.
Sierra had left without saying goodbye, but I now understand that, in her own way, it was an act of love.
What she thought was her final gesture of love toward me was leaving to guarantee my safety.
While I was angry about it for a while, and didn’t get how she could make that decision for me, I learned to understand the way her mind worked.
After so many years of trauma and abuse, she did what she thought was best for both of us.
“Yeah, I know,” I grumbled.
Keenan patted me on the back. “All that to say, I’m so glad you two are finally together. It’s been a long time coming, and I know you make each other so happy. I’m proud of you guys.”
A small smile tugged at my lips. “Thanks, Keenan.”
Music blared over the speakers, and the microphone crackled as the announcer started talking.
“It’s night seven of the NFR, and we’ve got more barrel racing coming your way.
She came into the NFR number fourteen in the world, and she’s been sitting pretty in the middle of the leaderboard this week.
A cowgirl from the state of Montana, she’s riding on Ace’s Lucky Charm!
Sierra Bayley!” He dragged out Sierra’s name as she and Lucky raced down the alleyway.
“Let’s go, Sierra!” the girls cheered as the pair rounded the first barrel, keeping their turns sharp and precise.
I sat on the edge of my seat, my hands grasping the plastic.
“Whoa there, Hazey. Loosen up or you’ll snap that seat in half.” Keenan chuckled at my white knuckles.
“What?” My eyes flicked down toward my hands, and I lifted them from the chair, though it didn’t stop them from shaking.
“She’s doing great, dude. Look.” He pointed toward the arena where they were heading toward the third and final barrel.
Once they made it around, cutting through the cloud of dust that rose from the ground, they sprinted toward the alleyway.
Sierra’s hair flew behind her, her legs kicking Lucky’s flank as he pushed with all his might.
She patted his neck encouragingly as they crossed the time barrier and slowed to a stop.
“Thirteen-point-four-eight seconds for Sierra Bayley and Ace’s Lucky Charm!”
A zoomed-in angle of her face projected on the jumbotron. She looked over at the section we were sitting in, a beaming smile on her face before she threw me a wink and waved at the crowd.
“That’s my girl.” I slumped back in my seat, finally able to relax knowing she kicked ass out there.
The minute our hotel room door slammed shut behind us, Sierra’s lips were on mine. One of my hands tangled in her hair as the other gripped her waist, walking her back toward the bed.
“My little barrel racing star,” I murmured as I nuzzled my face in her neck. “You were incredible out there tonight.”
“You think so?” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as the backs of her thighs hit the bed.
“I know so. Watching you under those arena lights?” I blew a raspberry with my lips. “You looked like a queen.”
She raised up on her toes, planting a kiss on my lips. “I had my lucky charm in the stands today.”
I made a tsk sound. “Skip, you don’t need luck. But I’m glad I can be here for you. Now, will you let me treat you like the queen you are tonight?”
She nodded, raising her arms so I could pull her blouse over her head. Reaching around her back, I unclasped her bra, letting her breasts spill out. Her nipples were already hardening, and I rolled one between my fingers, pulling a sigh from her lips.
Wrapping my arms under her thighs, I lifted her onto the bed then dropped to my knees before her. After taking off her jeans, slowly rolling the fabric down her legs, I kissed a trail up from her knee to the inside of her thigh, my eyes darting up to hers.
She sucked in a breath as I dipped my index finger under the band of her underwear and swiped it up her center before swirling her arousal over her clit.
Slipping the same finger inside her, I looked up as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
Adding my middle finger, I curled them a couple times as she tightened around me.
“I love seeing you like this,” I murmured, knowing it was just going to get better and better the longer we were together.
Although I felt like I knew a lot about her—what made her tick and what made her feel good—I wanted to become an expert on how to make her body react to me the way it was right then.
“I need more,” she bit out through gritted teeth, wiggling her hips to push my fingers deeper.
I pulled my fingers back, despite her protests, to hook them in the band of her panties and take them down her legs. I helped her get one leg out, then she kicked the tiny piece of cloth somewhere behind me.
Pushing her legs further apart, I settled myself between them. My mouth lowered to her clit and sucked on the sensitive flesh. Her thighs tightened around my head as I lapped at her entrance, licking a broad stroke up her slit.
“That feels so good, Hayes. Please,” she gasped, “keep going.”
Her praise made my stomach flutter. With one hand, I pushed her thigh away, and with the other, I slid two fingers inside her to work in tandem with my tongue. My thumb worked circles over her clit and my mouth savored every taste of her.
“F-fuck,” she moaned, hips bucking toward me as her head fell back. “Oh, God.”
She was close, I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled around me.
I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue flicking every sensitive part of her until she fell apart at my hands. Shattered breath fell from her lips as her first orgasm crashed over her, wetness coating her thighs and my tongue and fingers.
When I came back up for air, her chest was heaving and her face flushed.
“This is hardly fair, you know.” She gestured to my fully clothed body.
I laughed, immediately pulling my shirt over my head. “I can fix that.”
She reached for my belt buckle, and I let her undo it as well as the button and zipper on my jeans. Soon, the only thing between us was my boxers, my cock straining against them.
“Take them off, Hayes,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
Sierra scooted back on the bed so she was closer to the headboard, and I crawled toward her after taking my boxers off.
Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, I murmured, “Hey, Skip.”
“Hi, Hayes.”
“How do you want me, love?” I asked, spitting in my hand and fisting my cock.
“I want to look at you,” she answered.
“Come here, then.” Scooping my hands underneath her thighs, I pulled her close.
Kissing down her neck, I reached her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth to swirl my tongue around it. When I lightly nipped the bud, Sierra’s breath hitched, and I licked away the sting.
After swiping a finger through her slit, I wrapped one of her legs around my waist, guiding my tip toward her entrance.
The head of my cock slowly sank into her, inching deeper and deeper as our bodies joined together. I started moving slowly, grinding my hips against hers at a torturous pace.
She wrapped her other leg around me, hooking her ankles at my back to force my thrusts to go deeper. Her fingers grasped my arms, nails piercing my skin as I started pounding into her.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and I leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“Eyes open, love. You said you wanted to look at me.”
Sierra’s back arched as her eyes widened, her green irises practically glowing. A pink flush spread throughout her cheeks, and her pouty lips parted in a moan.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, creating an even deeper angle. Her breasts bounced each time our bodies met, skin slapping against skin.
My hands glided up her body to her nipples. Rolling one between my fingers, I used my free hand to palm the other.
“Will you come inside me again?” She gasped as my cock hit her G-spot.
Fuck.
My head fell back as my balls twitched. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please. I want to feel it again.”
Hugging her legs against my chest, I rammed my hips toward hers, pounding into her in messy, desperate thrusts.
A choked sob rose from Sierra’s throat, and she clamped a hand to her mouth to muffle her cries. A whimper fell from my mouth as her pussy clenched around my cock, pulsing and squeezing me.
“Baby, I’m almost there,” I breathed out.
Her needy moans kept me going, and soon we were moaning each other’s names and holding on to each other for support. Her legs fell off my shoulders, and I gripped her thighs as they wrapped around my waist again.
My name fell off her lips in a desperate plea, a prayer, and it sent me over the edge. My vision blackened at the edges and my cock pulsed as I spilled my cum inside her.
Her walls tightened around me, and I knew she’d reached her high, too. I continued to move, staying with her as she came down from her orgasm, a fresh glow painting her cheeks.
“I love you,” she whispered. “So much.”
I inched myself out of her slowly, her pussy releasing my cock with a wet pop. A mixture of my cum and her arousal dripped out of her, and I swiped a finger through the mess.
“I love you more, Skip.” Bringing my finger up to my mouth, I sucked it clean.
Her eyes rolled back at the sight, and it only urged me on.
Without thinking, I dipped down between her thighs to lick and suck my own cum clean.
It was something I never thought I’d ever do, but when it came to Sierra, I was a starving man.
After the first taste of her, I was convinced I’d never get enough.
“Who are you?” She huffed a nervous laugh.
Wiping my mouth, I laid my chin on her stomach. “Yours, baby. I’ve always been yours.”
“Come here.” She beckoned me with a crook of her finger, and I slid up next to her pulling her into my arms.
Sierra rested her head on my chest, and I raked my hand up and down her back, stopping every so often to twirl a strand of her hair on my finger.
“I’m so proud of you, baby. Let’s get cleaned up.” With one last kiss to her forehead, I carried her to the bathroom to run a hot shower.