Sierra
Chapter nineteen
True to his word, we did nothing the whole day but lay in bed and enjoy getting to know each other. He told me about his parents and how they were going to be celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary this year. He was an only child and spoiled rotten. His words, not mine.
The only time we left the house was to get take-out and condoms.
Tonight is the night. I’m going to officially lose my virginity to someone I care for, someone of my choosing. Not only that, I’m going to remember every second of it. I’m not claiming that night. To me, I’m still pure.
We’re lounging on the couch when my phone vibrates on the coffee table. I jump up from where I’m lying with my head in Cyrus’s lap, nearly falling onto the floor in my rush.
My heart beats with excitement, hoping it’s another video from Sam.
When I pick up my phone and see that it’s Rico instead, my whole mood shifts. Damn it.
Rico: Before I call this other guy back, are you still wanting to do the private dances? If so, I need to lock down the dates for both.
Me: Yes, I’ll do both. What is my share of the money?
Rico: The one I haven’t talked to wants a private party at Tiger Tails. So your normal payout for a private dance. The other fucker wants to do an off-site party.
Rico: I personally don’t like that and think you should only do it at the club. The idea of you going to some place we have no control over doesn’t sit well with me.
Me: Then see if he will do it at the club. If he won’t then I’ll go where he wants but I’ll have Cyrus or you come with me. It’s the least you could do Uncle.
I smile to myself. To know I have family out there who don’t treat me like shit is a good feeling.
Rico: I’d never let you go alone NIECE!
Me: Let the other one know he can have the private party or dance, whichever he wants, Saturday night at the club.
Rico: You sure you want to come back then? Why not wait another week or don’t even come back at all? I’ll make sure you have everything you need.
Me: No. I need to show I can care for Sam once I turn 18, which means having money to support us.
Rico: Sierra, think about it. Do you think a judge is going to give custody of your 10 year old sister to an 18 year old stripper? I love you but you need to think logically about this.
Me: Fuck you. Set up the two clients and let me know the details. I’ll see you on Saturday.
How fucking dare he?
Yeah, I’m a stripper, but it’s an honest job. It’s kept food on the table and a roof over our heads since Mom’s death. Before CPS tore us apart, I wasn’t sure if a judge would give me custody of her because of what I did, but I need to have hope, so I’ve changed my outlook on the situation.
I slam my phone back down and Cyrus takes a hold of my shoulders, pulling me back against his body.
“Everything okay?” he asks close to my ear and I sigh, his voice calming the storm raging inside of me.
“No. Yes. Rico was letting me know about the two people wanting to book me, but then he made a comment about how no judge would give me custody of Sam because I’m a teenage stripper.” I huff, nestling in closer to him.
He holds me tightly as he sits up, angling my body so he can look me in the eye.
“He’s not being mean about it, Sierra. He’s just trying to prepare you for what could happen.
It’s going to be a hard road getting custody of Sam, especially so young.
You need to be ready for all possible outcomes and Rico is just reminding you.
” A single tear slides down my cheek. I don’t realize I’m crying until it hits my lips and I taste the saltiness.
Rico’s right, this is going to be a battle. But a battle is what I’m willing to do to get my sister back.
“I know, but I don’t want to think negatively. I’ll have a job, not to mention I’ve been taking care of us for this long by myself. All my bases are covered. They have to give her to me.” I blow out a deep breath, looking down at his lap.
He takes hold of my chin between his fingers, tilting my head back up. “And we’ll fight until we can’t anymore. All of us. Me. You. Rico. Mrs. Butler. We’re all behind you every step of the way.”
He leans in, placing his soft lips against mine in a gentle kiss.
“Now stop worrying,” Cyrus whispers.
“I’m trying, it’s just, all I can think about is getting Sam back home with me. I know she’s taken care of where she is with Mr. Stevenson and his family. It’s just….” I pause.
“Not you,” he finishes for me.
“Yeah.” My lips tremble.
“How about we do something to take your mind off of all your worries?”
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, biting my bottom lip as I press my thighs together, trying to stomp down the ache that's quickly building in my core.
“We got those condoms today if you still want to use them?” His tongue slides between his lips as his chocolate eyes look at me with hunger. I could get lost in his gaze. Everything about him is intoxicating.
“We did, didn’t we?” I bat my eyelashes, my voice husky.
“Mhm, we could use them or wait for another day.” He leans closer to my ear, his warm breath sliding across the tender, exposed skin on my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt. A shiver works its way down my spine and my breath hitches.
“No, now.” I breathe out, needing him more than I ever have.
He moves toward me, gently guiding my body backwards until I’m lying down on the couch and he positions himself on top of me.
He leans in, nuzzling my neck before leaving kisses from my ear to my collarbone. My stomach flips as my pussy pulses under his touch.
The tip of his nose slides along my earlobe, his hot breath sending electrical currents straight to my core.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sierra,” he whispers.
I’ve lost all ability to form words. I moan as the sensations send my body into overdrive. He grinds his hard cock against my center and a needy whimper slips between my lips.
“I’ve wanted you for so long and finally having you like this is a dream come true. That you’re allowing me the honor of being your first.” His deep voice growls just before he crashes his lips against mine.
I love that he sees this as my first time, like I do.
He grinds harder against my pussy and I instinctively begin to rock my hips up into him, hitting my clit on his hard shaft through my leggings.
The pleasure coursing through me is almost too much. So when he cups one of my breasts, brushing his thumb over my erect nipple through my shirt, I cry out and he swallows the sound as he continues to devour my mouth.
His hand roams over my body as he kisses my neck. My body hums under his touch and I ache to feel his bare skin against mine.
His hand cups my breast through my shirt, his fingertips pressing deeply into my skin.
“I want you so fucking bad, Sierra. I’ve dreamed of having you. So many nights after you danced at the club, I’d go home with a rock hard cock and masturbate to visions of you,” his husky voice growls.
“I—” My phone buzzes on the coffee table, cutting me off, and as I open my mouth, it goes off again.
Cyrus blows out a deep breath, reaching for it.
“Just let it go,” I groan, tired of being interrupted.
“No, it might be Sam, baby.”
He’s right. Cyrus moves his body off of mine so I can sit up and hands me the phone.
But it’s not Sam. It’s Rico. Fucking cock blocking uncle.
Rico: Left a message for them. I’ll get back to you with the details.
Rico: I know you wanted to go back to school tomorrow, but it’s Friday. Stay home and start fresh Monday.
Rico: Please. For me. You need to rest if you want to work this weekend.
He’s going to drive me insane. I think about what he said, though.
What’s the difference between starting tomorrow versus Monday?
I have all my coursework for this week so I could easily wait.
Plus, Mr. Stevenson knows my situation, so I don’t see my absences impacting me in any way.
It gives me time to research what obstacles I’ll face trying to get custody of Sam.
Me: Fine.
Me: I’ll go to school on Monday. But I’m working at the club this weekend.
Rico: Lilac.
Me: Don’t Lilac, Sierra or any other name me. I’m working. I need to. End of story.
I don’t care if I sound desperate or not. Rent will be due in a week and I need to keep this apartment. It’s the last place my mother was and I won’t lose it or Sam.
Rico: Fine, but you’re taking breaks when you need to. Once I hear back from the one guy for Saturday, I’ll let you know.
Me: Okay.
I set my phone back on the table and turn to Cyrus.
“Let’s leave our phones out here and go to the bedroom, so we’re not interrupted.” I wink as I stand, slipping my hand in his and taking a couple of steps backward, pulling him with me.
“I love how you’re thinking.” He stands, scooping me up gently in his arms and heads down the hallway, before quickly turning back to the kitchen table and picking up the grocery bag with the condoms. “Can’t forget these.”
I smile widely. This man is forever going to hold my heart.