Sierra
Chapter fifty-five
Today has been the best birthday ever.
The court sentenced Savannah and charged her for every number she sent the video to, so it will be years before she gets out. I’m okay with that.
But that wasn’t the only great thing to happen in the judicial system. The authorities officially cleared me of any abuse charges against Sam. I’m finally able to see her without having to sneak around. She isn’t able to come back home and live with me yet, but I can still see her.
The guys are bringing her to the apartment for my birthday dinner, and I’ll finally get to introduce her to Rico.
Cyrus steps up behind me, slipping his hands around my waist. “Stop worrying. You look great. She loves you no matter what you’re wearing.”
“I know, it’s just I can’t believe the day is finally here. I’m going to hold her in my arms and if I want to go to the mall with her, I can.” Tears slide down my cheeks as I turn in his arms and bury my face in his chest.
“I love you, Sierra. You know what else is great about today?” “What?” I mumble into his chest.
“You’re eighteen, we can go out on an actual date now. I can wrap you in my arms and kiss you and not give a fuck who sees.”
I tilt my head up and look at him. “Yes, we can.”
A knock on the front door causes us to pull apart and head to the living room.
Cyrus beats me to it, opening to Mrs. Butler standing on the other side, with Rico, the guys, and Sam behind her. She has a cake in her hand with candles burning as they start singing happy birthday.
Sam darts out around them and runs straight into my arms. I hug her tightly as we both ugly cry.
“I’ve missed you, Ci Ci.”
“I’ve missed you too, so, so much,” I tell her.
“Mr. Stevenson said I can’t come home, but I can see you now.”
God, I want her home with me so badly I can taste it. “I know, baby girl, but soon you will be back with me.”
“Time for cake,” Mrs. Butler announces. “But you need to make a wish and blow out the candles.”
I have everything. So there’s only one thing left to wish for.
Everyone steps into the apartment, and I move over to Mrs. Butler. I silently make my wish and blow out the candles in one breath.
“What did you wish for?” Sam asks. “I can’t say or it won’t come true.” I wink at her as I take the cake from Mrs. Butler and head into the kitchen to sit it on the table. Colton comes in behind me and moves over to the cabinet, pulling out a pack of paper plates I didn’t even realize were there.
“Rico wants to talk to you in private. He’s in your bedroom,” he whispers in my ear before kissing me softly on my lips.
“Okay.”
I smile when I step out of the kitchen. Sitting on the couch with Mrs. Butler, Sam is catching her up on everything she’s been doing since they last saw each other. I can’t see Mrs. Butler’s face, but I know she’s happy.
When I step into the room Rico turns around, the picture of my mother, me, and Sam in his hands.
I close the door behind me to give us some privacy.
“I’m so sorry for not being there when your mom died. If I had stepped up, you would never have been placed with her sister.”
“But Sam would’ve. And I wouldn’t have been there to protect her. I want to thank you for not doing that. So don’t be hard on yourself.”
He sets the picture back on my dresser, then sits on the edge of my bed.
“I’ve been debating on how to tell you this.
But I guess the best way is to just spit it out.
Bash found your aunt. She was holed up in some seedy ass hotel in Georgia, drugged out of her mind.
They sent some of the prospects to get her and took her to the farm.
She’s gone and they’re never going to find her. There’s nothing left of her.”
I drop down on the bed beside him, letting that sink in.
She’s gone. I want to be sad. But I’m not.
How can I mourn a woman who treated me and my sister like shit? Who let her scum ass boyfriends beat and try to rape me?
“Thank you for telling me.”
“Also, you’re fired.”
“What?!” I say loudly.
“Just what I said, you're fired. You’re not dancing for me anymore. You’re my niece, and I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of. I want you to focus on being you for a while. Get good grades, go to college.”
I go to interrupt him, but he puts his hand up.
“I know you want to earn your own money and pave your own way. So instead of dancing, you’ll be doing the books. I’ll cover your rent and utilities, and what you make, you can put in the bank.”
I’m not sure what to say, so I fling my arms around his neck and hug him.
“Thank you, Rico. Thank you so much.”
“Okay, we have a party to go to, so let’s get out there.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Zander asks, pushing the stray hair out of my face.
“I’m positive.”
Cyrus stayed the night at the dorm after everyone left so Zander and I could be alone.
Tonight was technically his date night, but it was also my birthday and he wanted to make sure everyone got to spend time with me, including Sam.
“Where does your dad think you’re at?”
“Wesley’s.” We both burst out laughing.
I take his hand in mine and lead him down the hallway to my bedroom.
Stopping at the end of the bed, I drop his hand and take hold of my dress, pulling it over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
As I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall onto the floor., his gaze remains fixated on my body.
Next, I slip my fingers underneath the hem of my panties and slide them down my legs.
“I love you, Zander Stevenson, and I want you to make love to me.”
I bite my bottom lip nervously, as I stand there vulnerable.
With a firm grip on the hem of his shirt, he pulls it off and discards it on the floor before unbuttoning and removing his pants. Fuck me! He’s going commando.
My tongue glides across my bottom lip as he takes me in.
He cuts the distance between us until his body is flush with mine, his hard shaft pressing into my belly.
Zander slips his fingers through my golden hair, cradling my head in his hand.
“Sierra Jones. The moment I laid eyes on you, I was captivated. I needed to know you. Being matched as your partner was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wish I had stood up for you in the beginning and questioned what happened when I saw bruises. I didn’t though and I can’t go back.
But it’s in the past, and you are my future.
I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. ”
Zander presses his lips to mine, stepping forward, gently pushing me backward until my legs hit the bed. He breaks the kiss and I sit down on the edge of the bed, scooting back toward the headboard.
He lifts his knee to place it on the bed, but quickly stops and picks up his discarded pants, pulling a small foil package out and placing it between his teeth. He then crawls on the bed, plucking the condom packet from his mouth and placing it on the bed beside us.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks again, and his nervousness is so damn cute.
“More than anything.”
He glances down my body and positions himself so his head is between my thighs. The anticipation builds within me and my breathing becomes harder.
“I need a taste.” His warm breath dances along my seam and I arch up. When his tongue glides through my wet slit, I throw my head back and moan.
He swirls his tongue around my clit, rolling it between his teeth as he feasts like a starving man.
Once he’s had his fill, he moves up to suck on my pebbled nipple, sliding two fingers inside me and pumping them in and out, his thumb pressing firmly on my clit.
Fuck! Zander’s doing everything right, and I can feel my orgasm building.
He pops his mouth off my nipple to kiss my lips, and I can taste myself on him.
“Zander, I’m going to come,” I cry into his mouth as he roughly rubs circles on my clit, sending me careening over the edge. Spots cloud my vision and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
My thighs squeeze his body, but he doesn’t stop. He continues finger fucking me, sending another orgasm crashing over, as I soak his fingers.
He slows his movements, letting me come down. When I can finally open my eyes, I see him gazing back at me with half-lidded eyes.
“That was amazing. Now make love to me,” my husky voice demands.
He winks, before raising up on his knees and picking up the foil packet. Placing it between his teeth, he rips it open and takes out the condom. Zander grips his shaft, giving it one good stroke, before rolling the condom on.
“I may not last long. Before we moved, it had been months since I was with someone.”
“Do I look like I care? I just had two of the most amazing orgasms.”
The corners of his lips turn up in a proud smile as he lines his cock up and pushes in. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he stops for a moment, both of us adjusting.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans as he begins to pump in and out. He lifts one of my thighs, wrapping it around his waist, changing the position he’s thrusting slightly and damn, it feels amazing.
We move in rhythm as I slip my hand between us, rubbing my clit as he fucks me. The pressure quickly builds as another orgasm hits me and my walls clamp down on his cock, sending him into his own release.
His cock jerks inside me, and his grip on my thigh tightens. We’re both a sweaty mess as he collapses on top of me.
“I love you,” he whispers, and my heart flutters.
Best birthday ever.