Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
AUGUST
I was over thirty, and yet I’d never felt as much like a teenager as I had last night.
What was it about being in bed in the dark, knowing the woman I wanted was just down the hall, that made it impossible to sleep?
Maybe it was the country air, freeing me of all my previous worries and inhibitions, but seeing Sienna out here with people she clearly considered family was making it hard to deny how I felt.
She seemed different out here, more comfortable, and I liked what I saw.
Though, truthfully, I’d already been half-gone for her when she was only Popstar-Sienna, but now she was also Change-a-tire-Sienna and Knows-how-to-ride-a-horse-Sienna, and all I really wanted was to know how many other sides to her there were.
Because I was pretty sure I wanted all of them. All of her.
After barely sleeping, I’d woken up a little after sunrise and had a rude awakening when the water came out of the shower head in the en-suite freezing cold. After waiting five minutes without it warming up, I headed out the door and into the shared bathroom in the middle of the hall.
Steam rolled out when I turned on the tap and I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped under the scalding water, shivering as it worked free the kinks in my neck from sleeping on an unfamiliar pillow.
The shower was a walk-in with enough room for two and I had to work hard to keep my thoughts on getting clean, rather than all the ways Sienna and I could be dirty.
Like the in-built seat that was a divot in the shower wall, the perfect height for her to ease her weight against while she slid her mouth around the hard length of my cock—
My hand hit the wall harder than I’d anticipated, snapping me out of my thoughts and making me jump. Maybe the universe had been sending me a signal when my shower had refused to heat up. I turned the dial to cold, needing to get my head screwed on before I saw Sienna later.
The grey tiles were cool against my feet as I stepped out of the shower, careful not to slip as I glanced around for a towel.
I should have brought one with me from my room, but I’d assumed there would be some in here and hadn’t thought to check before I’d jumped in the shower, too desperate to warm up.
So now I was dripping on the floor, naked.
“Fuck,” I growled, slicking my wet hair back and away from my face. I hadn’t heard Sienna stir before I’d come in here. Surely I could nip across to my room without issue.
The door handle turned quietly in my palm and I took a deep breath, prepared to run if I had to —t hough really it was nothing Sienna hadn’t seen on the first night we’d met, for the most part anyway.
Cold air hit my skin and a small gasp made me freeze with the door open as Sienna and I stood facing each other. Her in her pajamas, a robe tied around her waist, and me. Naked. Hard. And dripping all over the floor.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I could see the movement of her throat as she swallowed from where I was standing, less than five feet away. My dick twitched and I screwed my eyes shut when I saw hers drop below my waist and then jerk up again.
I let go of the door, taking a step forward that made her inhale sharply and I tried not to read into the reaction.
My tongue slid across my lips, wetting them, and my voice was gruffer than I intended when I said, “Morning.”
Could she see the strain on my face? In my voice? Did she know my dick was hard for her? That this was what she did to me?
“Morning.” Her voice was high, a little breathless and I forced myself to move, my feet leaving wet prints on the wooden floor as I strode to my door without another look at her.
Because if I looked at her again, while I was in this state, I didn’t know if I could hold myself back from what we both so clearly wanted. At least, her body wanted me. I couldn’t be sure about Sienna’s feelings.
The thought cooled some of the heat in my veins long enough for me to get the door open and walk inside, trying to resist the urge to look back at her and failing, finding her eyes glued to my ass. The door shut quietly and I flopped onto the bed face first.
This damn woman. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so absolutely gone for a girl.
There was no more denying it. I’d thought she was too young, or that I was too old, or even just that we wanted different things — me, a more simple life with a woman I love, kids, maybe a dog, and her, a popstar with so much more to give, but now I realized there was so much more to Sienna than her music or her career.
She was dealing with a lot right now, so I would wait until the time was right to see what she was feeling, but I knew without a doubt that Sienna Slade was the kind of girl who only came around once, and I couldn’t let her go. Not when I knew she was made to be mine.
My groan was muffled against the bed sheets and I pushed upwards so I could grab a towel, running it over my hair and then wrapping it around my waist before I resumed my face-down position on the bed.
So she’d seen me naked? It wasn’t the first time, really. If I was lucky, it wouldn’t be the last.
The twitch of my cock against the bed made me shudder and I half-wondered if she was still standing outside in the hall, waiting for me to come back out and take those hard, little pink nipples in my mouth as I showed her exactly how much I wanted her.
My hips moved, rolling against the bed as I gasped, imagining what might have happened if she’d moved closer, placed her hand on my bare chest and bit her lip. Her eyes would have darkened, the pupils blown out and her lips parted, ready for me to claim them.
The next gasp that left me was closer to a moan as I pressed into the bed, rocking forward as I pictured Sienna there beneath me, blonde hair fanned out behind her, back arched like her breasts were begging for my mouth, my cum.
I shuddered, my movements speeding up as the memory of her slick heat invaded my mind until I could almost feel it, the way her pussy had squeezed my fingers and how much I knew she’d wanted it to be my cock.
The creaking of the bed didn’t slow me as I thought about her, how good I could make her feel as I filled her up, the way I’d push my cum back into her pussy while it leaked out and she’d take it all—
I came with a shout, the sound captured in the bedding as heat rushed through me, tightening my muscles and releasing them slowly as I rolled over, avoiding the mess I’d made in the towel.
At least it wasn’t on the bed sheets, it would have been awkward to explain why I needed to launder them so soon.
My pulse was loud in my ears, the images I’d conjured with my mind fading slowly even as my hunger for Sienna grew.
As my breathing returned to normal, I sat up and glanced at the door, hoping Sienna hadn’t heard the squeaking of the bed. I cleaned up, my shower finally running warm, and then got dressed.
I’d expected to find Sienna downstairs having breakfast, so I was surprised to see her silhouette instead on the porch, a steaming mug of coffee clasped in her hands.
It was early enough that there was still dew on the ground outside, caught in the trees and on the fine blades of grass we’d walked through just last night.
“There’s a cup for you on the side,” she said in lieu of a greeting when I joined her, so I retrieved it before returning and taking a seat in the wicker chair near hers.
“What’re you doing out here?”
She shrugged, her face looking softer than usual in the early morning light. “It’s peaceful at this time of the morning. The air helps me think.”
“What are you thinking about?” The words were gentle, but my need to know was fierce. I felt like we’d barely spoken, or had a moment alone, since last night. Everything that was happening to her was a lot, and if she needed someone to be there, to listen, I wanted to be that for her.
“Just how different my life would have been if I’d grown up here, instead of how I did.”
Not about our naked encounter or the bed springs, then. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. “Different how?”
“Happier. Quieter.”
I hated seeing the solemn look on her face. “Well, if you’d grown up here you never would have met me. You probably wouldn’t have Muffin. You and Louise would never have met, and all these horses you’re helping wouldn’t have a home or someone to look after them.”
She nodded, nose scrunching as she thought about what I’d said. “Why did you come here with me, August?”
I exhaled slowly. “Because I wanted to be with you, and I thought maybe you needed someone too.”
The silence between us grew in response to my words, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. I sipped my coffee, content to follow her lead in enjoying the morning air.
“Come on,” she said when our cups were empty. “I’ll give you the tour.”