Chapter Five #3
“Backyard. I’ll be back.” Stepping out on my back porch, I realize I want this. I want to come home to Sierra sitting on the deck steps as she watches Nash chase Bones around the yard.
“Are you hungry?” Sierra asks with her head tilted back in my direction.
“I could eat. You hungry, kid?” I yell to Nash.
“Yeah!”
Sierra climbs to her feet as I holler at Nash that it’s time to come inside. He pouts but finally does as I ask.
“You guys want spaghetti?” Sierra asks as she rummages through my pantry.
“Sounds good to me. What about you, kid.”
His dark floppy hair bounces around his face as he shouts, “Momma makes the best!”
“Nash, Sparrow got your room set up. What do you say?”
“Thank you! Can I play with my new toys?”
“Sure, buddy. Knock yourself out.” I laugh when he takes off like his ass is on fire.
Moving over to the stove, I wrap my arm around Sierra’s waist and inhale her scent. Peaches. She always smells like peaches.
“Smell so good, baby.”
“The sauce?”
“You. Could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” I growl.
“Oh . . .” she whispers.
“Need any help?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t want to scare her or make her feel pressured for anything that she’s not ready for. I sway her from side to side when she doesn’t answer.
“What?”
“The food, Birdie. Do you need help with the food?”
“Oh! Yes, that would be great. You can strain the pasta.”
“You got it, babe.” I do as she instructs, and in no time, the three of us are sitting down to dinner.
“Can we watch Toys?” Nash asks with a mouth full of spaghetti.
“Uhm, I don’t know if Sparrow has Netflix, sweetie.”
“You guys are in luck. I have all the streaming services courtesy of my little sister, Cora.” Speaking of the little shit, I really need to call her and make sure she isn’t getting into any trouble.
It’s been a few months since I’ve been down to Jacksonville to see her.
Cora refuses to live in Miami, claiming the surf is better in Jacksonville.
I think it’s less about the break and more about not living close to me where I can keep an eye on her.
“Let’s get your bath, and then we’ll watch Toys, okay?”
“Okay, Momma.”
Sierra and Nash freeze when there’s a knock at the door. When I open it, I’m not surprised to find Kierra and Viper on the other side. Nodding for them to come in, I close the door behind me and motion for them to have a seat.
“What’s up?” I notice that Kierra looks like she’s been crying.
“Kierra wanted to come by and tell Nash goodnight. This is a little harder on us than we thought it would be.” I never thought about how hard this might be on them.
“Nash, you want to show Kiki and Drav your room?” Sierra asks.
“Yeah!” He makes us all laugh when he jumps up, grabs their hands, and pulls them down the hall, jabbering away about all the stuff we bought today.
I follow Birdie into the living room and drop down into my recliner. As I kick the footrest out, I see the look of fear on Birdie’s face.
“Hey. Stop that.”
“What if they take him from me? They’ve been raising him when I wasn’t able to. What if they think I can’t do it and try to take him away from me?” she whispers as the tears begin to line her lashes.
“Nobody is taking him away from you, baby. Your sister is a mother now, too. Remember? I bet since our talk earlier, she’s asked herself a dozen times what she’d be willing to do to protect Xavier. She understands, darlin’, and I promise you that I won’t let anyone take him from you, yeah?”
I drop the footrest down when she comes to stand in front of me. Taking her hand, I pull until she curls up in my lap. Holding her close, I rock us, and within minutes she’s sound asleep.
“You’re good for her,” Viper says from the hallway.
“She’s good for me.” It’s the truth, and we both know it.
“He’s asleep,” Kierra says, moving around her husband and smiling softly when she sees Sierra.
“It may not seem like it, but we’re happy they’re back together.
It’s just going to take some getting used to.
” I don’t doubt that at all. I’ve been around Nash a lot in the last year, and he’s an easy kid to get attached to.
I couldn’t imagine bringing him into my home and then having to give him up. I hope I never have to experience that.
“We’ll let ourselves out.” I nod at Kierra as they leave.
For the next hour, I sit in complete peace with Birdie in my lap.
I’m never letting her go now. She sealed her fate when she let down her walls, allowing me in.
I look at the clock when it starts to feel late.
Ten o’clock, not as late as I thought it was.
As quietly as possible, I climb to my feet and carry Birdie down the hall to our room.
As carefully as I can, I lay her across the bed and pull the covers over her.
I make quick work of locking the doors and shutting the lights off before taking a quick shower.
Coming out of the bathroom, I find Birdie perched on the end of the bed and looking a little dazed.
“I need a shower,” she rasps.
“It’s all yours, babe.” In a daze, she gathers some clothes and locks herself in the bathroom. Almost an hour later, she reemerges, smelling like peaches and looking like my wildest dream come to life.
“Fuck, baby. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” The silky nightgown she’s wearing barely covers her ass, and her nipples are on full display.
“I can change,” she offers as I lift the covers for her to climb in.
“Fuck no! Get over here, woman.” Pulling her closer, I hike her leg over my hip before grabbing a handful of hair and a handful of smooth bare ass.
A thong. She is trying to fucking kill me.
Tugging her hair, I kiss her greedily when she tilts her face up to mine.
I roll onto my back, taking her with me, and arch my hips when she rolls her pussy against me.
Sliding my fingers along her ass, I dip inside her center and groan at how wet and tight she feels.
When she tenses up, I stop all movements and wait.
“What’s wrong?” I pant.
“I’ve never done this before?” I’m a goddamn asshole for taking advantage.
“I’m sorry, Sierra. I wasn’t thinking.”
“No! I mean . . . I . . . I don’t want to stop. I like how it feels when you touch me.” I feel ten feet tall when she blushes, admitting she likes my hands on her.
“Tell me what you want, Birdie. Anything, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I . . .” From the look on her face, I’m not sure she knows how to tell me what she wants.
Taking the lead, I carefully roll her onto her back.
Seeing no fear, I give her more by sliding my leg between hers and firmly pressing against her center.
She gasps in surprise, fueling my desire.
Burying my face in her neck, I place soft kisses along the column of her throat and groan when the scent of peaches assaults my senses.
Hurriedly, she rolls her hips, desperate for more as I skim my lips across her jaw and finally touch them to hers.
Teasingly, I lick along the seam and growl when she opens, surging her tongue into my mouth.
Leaning back, I slide her panties down her legs, and my chest rumbles in approval when her arousal fills the room.
Yanking my mouth from hers, I grind my thigh against her bare pussy and ask, “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she pants as she rides my leg. Sliding my hand down her belly, I strum her clit, and her breathing changes.
I lean down and latch onto one nipple, sucking hard.
I lightly nip the hardened bud, then soothe it with my tongue before switching to the other side and giving it the same treatment.
When I look up at her, I can tell she’s close.
“Come, baby,” I growl in her ear before biting down and surging my fingers into her dripping heat. I’m in awe as my beautiful Birdie throws her head back and soars as her orgasm consumes her. She’s so damn beautiful.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she works to regulate her breathing, coming down from the high.
Feeling my stare, she lifts her head and watches wide-eyed as I remove my hand from her core and bring it to my mouth to lick off her juices.
With her essence on my tongue, I claim her mouth so she can taste herself.
Ending the kiss, I pull back and smirk at the worn-out, sleepy look she’s wearing.
“What about you?” she shyly asks.
“Tonight was all about you, baby,” I say, reaching down to grab the covers. After I situate them around us, I clutch my fingers in her hair and palm her ass.
“Night, darlin’.” I yawn.
“Night, Braxton.” Laying there with my eyes growing heavier and heavier, I take one last look at the perfection sprawled across my chest and wonder if it’s too soon to put a ring on her finger.