Chapter 5
FIVE
Sienna
I wake up the next morning plastered against Heath, his big hand palming my ass as I lie half on and half off of him.
Oh, my gosh! Did I cuddle him all night?
I shift, trying to pull away from him gently so I don’t wake him up, but his hand tightens on my butt and he pulls me right back against him.
I moan, biting my lip to try to hold back the sound.
Fuck, he feels so good against me.
His hard cock presses against my thigh, and I shift, straddling him more and more.
So close… If I move another inch.
I settle on top of him, burying my face in his chest as his cock rubs against me. I shiver, my heart already racing. My underwear grows damp with my arousal, and I peek up at him, debating what to do.
Heath is still sound asleep.
My body takes over. I rock against him, gasping as his length slides across my clit.
God, I’m so close already. Just a few more.
I rock against him, trying to go slow, trying to be quiet. My thong is soaked, the sticky fabric rubbing against my clit as I ride him.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my fingers twisting in his shirt as my hips work faster.
I’m panting, my whole body growing hotter and hotter as my hips jerk. Forward and back, forward and back. So close, so, so close.
“Ah!” I cry, my body shuddering as I come apart.
I collapse onto Heath’s chest.
Before I can blink, he rolls me under him.
“I’m sorry!” I cry.
He doesn’t answer. He pins my hands above my head and thrusts against me.
“Oh!” I shout, my fingers twisting with his as he humps me faster.
“So damn hot,” he says against the shell of my ear.
A second later, he growls his release. I lie under him, a wet, achy ball of need.
Heath releases my hands and cages me on the mattress, staring down at me with dark eyes. “Don’t ever apologize for taking what you need, Sienna. Having you grind on top of me is something I'll never complain about.”
“I should have asked first,” I argue, my cheeks burning.
He rolls me back over until I’m straddling him again. “You have my permission to do whatever you want.”
I open my mouth to say what, I don’t know. I’m saved by my phone ringing. Leaping off Heath, I scramble for my backpack.
“Hello?” I answer, turning to stare at Heath.
“Sienna! There you are!” Jem says. “I’ve been texting all morning.”
“Shoot, sorry. I just woke up.”
She chuckles. “Yeah? It was that good, huh?”
“Um, it was… something.”
Heath raises an eyebrow, and I swallow hard.
“I’m just going to…” I point at the door.
I hurry out of the bedroom and downstairs. Collapsing on the couch, I take a deep breath.
“Where are you?” Jem asks.
“Heath’s house.”
“Heath? Like… the new guy in town?”
“Yeah.”
“Is he as big of a dick as everyone says?”
My mind drifts to his big dick that I was riding a few minutes earlier. “Um, no,” I squeak.
“Sienna? Are you okay?”
“He asked me to marry him,” I blurt.
A moment of silence greets that statement.
Jem clears her throat. “Wow, okay. So, you’re like, really good at sex, huh?”
I groan as I collapse on my side on the couch cushions. “We didn’t have sex.”
“You… didn’t?”
“Listen, I have to go right now, but I’ll call you later,” I promise.
“Okay. Be safe. I’m here if you need anything.”
“I know. Talk soon.”
We hang up, and I hear Heath coming down the stairs.
“You know, I’m not usually a morning person,” he says, leaning over the back of the couch to stare down at me. “But if I woke up like that every day, I think I’d be a changed man.”
“Oh, my god,” I groan, grabbing a throw pillow and dragging it over my face.
He plucks it off and tosses it aside. “Hungry?”
My stomach growls in answer.
He smiles and reaches down to grab me. Hauling me into his arms, he carries me into the kitchen and sets me on the counter.
“What are you hungry for?” he asks, opening the fridge and peering inside.
“Bacon and eggs.”
He grabs a package of bacon and the eggs and sets them next to me on the counter.
“I can cook,” I say, hopping down.
“You don’t have to.”
“I like cooking,” I remind him.
He smirks. “And mornings.”
I sigh. “Yeah, I’m a morning person.”
I get to work making us breakfast while Heath sits at the counter, watching my every move.
“When did you want to go to the courthouse?” I ask as I set our plates on the counter.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
I sit next to him, and we dig in.
“I’d like to tell my best friend about all of this,” I mumble around a piece of bacon.
He finishes his eggs. “Okay.”
“She won’t tell,” I assure him.
“Okay,” he repeats.
“She’s the only family that I have left,” I ramble. “I’d like her to be my maid of honor. Are we having those? We should talk about that.”
“Whatever you want,” Heath replies.
I finish my breakfast, and he clears our plates.
“I’ll clean. You go get ready.”
I don’t argue. Going back upstairs, I grab my clothes from my backpack. I enter the bathroom, marveling at the size of his shower as I strip and step under the hot water. I spend way too much time in the bathroom getting ready. By the time I towel off and get dressed, it’s almost noon.
Heath is waiting for me in the living room when I go downstairs.
“Ready to go?”
I nod, and we head out to his car.
“You never told me why you need the money,” he says as we head into town.
“Oh, it’s for my grandparents’ house.”
He frowns as he glances at me.
“They passed away last year. They were my last blood relatives, and they left me their house, but it needed repairs. Then I got behind on bills and… I just couldn’t lose the place,” I finish softly.
He doesn’t say anything, just reaches over and takes my hand in his.
“More practice?” I ask, lifting our joined hands.
“What?”
“You said we slept together last night as practice. Is this more practice?”
“Oh, no. I just don’t like it when you’re sad. I was trying to… comfort you. Is it not working?”
“No, it is,” I assure him when he tries to pull back. “It’s nice. Thanks.”
He grunts, and we drive the rest of the way into town in silence.
This man is such a mystery. One minute he’s cold and withdrawn, the next he’s sweet, then the next he’s all sexy and growly alpha male. I can’t keep up.
“Why are you getting married?” I ask as we park outside. “Sorry, fake married.”
He tenses at my words, and I squeeze his hand, wondering what it could be that has him on edge.
“I just mean that you clearly have money. It doesn’t seem like the inheritance is going to make much of a difference,” I explain.
“My grandpa owes me,” he says roughly before climbing out of the car and slamming the door.
I wonder what that means as he opens my door for me and we head inside the courthouse.