21. Cash
Cash
It’s starting to get dark when Knox returns with some kind of disgusting-looking green drink. He’s such a suck-up.
“Here.” He hands the juice to Sienna, and she takes it, a surprised look on her gorgeous face.
“O-M-G! How did you know which one to get?”
“Because you chewed our ears off for days about your goddamn green juice,” I interject.
Sienna shoots me a scowl. “Very funny. It’s kind of late in the day, but I’ll still take it.” She slurps through the straw and sits back. “Mmm. Not half bad.”
“And your… other request.” Knox removes a box of tampons from one of his many coat pockets and hands them to Sienna without making eye contact. Knox isn’t an awkward guy. But he is when it comes to this, apparently.
“Thanks so much.” Sienna beams up at him and returns to sipping her juice. “And thanks for the cold press. It’s very kind of you.”
Eli flashes Knox a disdainful look. “You know I can make that for you next time, Sienna.”
“I don’t like pulp,” says Sienna. “If you can make it without, then sure thing.”
Knox, Eli and I share a tense look at each other across the room. Fucking hell. I’m afraid we’re going to kill each other before Sienna finally leaves.
Not like she’s looking like she wants to do that anytime soon.
She tucks her feet under her on the couch and leans her head back on the cushion. Seeing her do that brings a weird warmth to my chest. This Sienna is so much better than the demanding, fur-jacket-wearing one who thinks everything is about her.
Strangely, this whole day has been about her—even though she’s been cooped up in Knox’s room for most of it.
I can’t seem to get this girl out of my head.
Last night certainly didn’t help.
Knox and Eli fix me with hard looks. I don’t need words to know that they’re still pissed off at me.
But when you snooze, you lose. Being respectful gets you nowhere, and Sienna made it quite clear from the game of Never Have I Ever that she was down for a little bit of disrespect, so I took her to my room.
The dude taking pictures of her was total shit.
Nobody wants pictures of themselves posted online in the wrong light, especially celebrities like Sienna, who like to make everything about them.
Turns out they only enjoy the spotlight when they’re being painted in a positive light. But that’s karma for you.
You ruin other people’s lives for fame, and you eventually ruin your own.
I throw more logs on the fire, still struggling to come to terms with why I feel bad for her. I stand by all of my opinions of her, but I still feel something falter within me every time I see how puffy and red her eyes are.
I’m glad the green juice has cheered her up.
But I’m not happy that Knox decided to go the extra mile.
Knox and Eli walk out of the room to do god knows what. Eli gives me a strange look, which I interpret to mean “no funny business.”
Fuck you, Eli. I’ll do as I please.
I take a seat in the chair next to Sienna and watch her sip her juice.
Perfect lips. Perfect body. Perfect everything.
Her ass looked even more incredible last night after I gave it a well-deserved slap.
She deserved it for tormenting me and taking me all the way into her throat last night.
Such a little minx, trying to mess with me, get me to cave.
I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as her cherry red lips wrapped around my cock. I stare at them now as she sucks juice through the straw. I remember the way she covered me from shaft to tip in saliva, moaning.
I still haven’t had my way with her fully yet. If only that fucking guy hadn’t shown up outside the window... My cock was ready to be buried deep inside of her.
I’m in for a real treat if her pussy is anything like her mouth.
I recline in the seat, legs spread wide as I watch the flames. Silence stretches between us, which she’s choosing not to break.
Last night was a lot. The foursome was unplanned, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by seeing how much she was enjoying it. Legs cradled up to her chest. Pussy open. Her moaning getting louder as she reached climax. The girl was loving every minute of it.
I’ve shared girls before, and I’ll do it again, but I will not wait my turn. Not when Sienna is dripping down the insides of her thighs.
She’s about to get her period, but that’s not gonna stop me—nor are Eli’s death glares. She can bleed around my cock and come for me all at once. Doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
“You feeling any better?” I finally ask.
“A little,” she murmurs. “But that’s only because I have something nice to sip on.”
“What about last night? Wasn’t my cock nice for you to sip on?”
Her eyes darken. “You know it was nice. But I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it.” Her eyes come alive in the flames.
“You definitely enjoyed it,” I tease. “Twice actually. But I’m really not surprised. Everything in LA is so fake. So surface level.”
I get on my knees in front of her and push open her legs using only my head. She gasps but doesn’t push me away. “I bet nobody in LA has ever done this to you.” I inhale her scent through her sweatpants, which elicits another gasp.
“Shhh. Not so loud,” I say.
“If this is your way of making amends for what you said the other day, it’s not working. I’ll never forgive you.”
“Forgive me?” I narrow my eyes. “Who said anything about me wanting forgiveness? I’m here for a good time, and so are you.” I rub her through her pants.
Sienna shudders. “I really don’t like you. You’re a horrible person and…” The rest of that sentence trails away as I stroke her clit. She whimpers just the way I like. “And,” she continues, finding her breath again, “I’m sure you’re not perfect either.”
“I’m as perfect as they come, darlin’, and you know it.”
She pushes my head away, clamping her thighs shut. “Actually, go to hell.”
“No problem. Let me take your car, and I’ll be there within the hour.”
“Asshole.” Sienna stands up, arms folded over her chest. “You really should think about other people’s feelings every now and then.”
“Haven’t I been doing that?” I arch a brow. “We all know you like it rough. The other two are too gentlemanly to give you what you want, but you know I can…”
She scrunches up her nose. “Listen to yourself. You’re even more conceited than the people you hate. I’m naked all over the internet, and all you can do is talk about yourself.”
Anger burns through me. But this time, it’s not directed at her but at the guy who took the pictures. He shouldn’t be spreading indecent pictures of Sienna.
Perhaps I will go to LA and find this fucker myself. Give him a taste of something real—his own blood.
My only regret when moving up here was that I left in silence. I should’ve gone out with a bang—too many people had done me wrong.
People so similar to Sienna…
“I’m the one talking about myself? Really?” I scoff. My cock was hard, straining for release in my pants a few seconds ago. Now that energy is centered again on how angry all these fake LA people make me.
“Sienna.” I narrow my eyes. “It wasn’t just you in those pictures.”
She is completely silent, staring at me, her brow furrowed.
“Our faces weren’t in the pictures, but you still found a way to bring us into your mess.”
I predicted this outcome from the very beginning. It’s not her fault entirely—the other two are to blame for inviting her into the cabin with open arms. But this is Sienna unstripped. She’s a huge liability.
“Your actions have a domino effect on all of us.”
“You said it yourself—it was just my face in the shots.” Sienna clenches her jaw tight.
“They know where we live. And they’ll be back.
” My eyes fall to her breasts. Such soft nipples.
I expected her to be beautiful, but I still couldn’t have prepared myself for her.
I see her nipples pressed hard against the slouchy white shirt she’s wearing, still horny for me even though we’re fighting yet again.
I’m quite the same. My mind says one thing. My cock another. If I can just finish this conversation without interrupting it to bend her over the couch.
“This isn’t good for Henry.”
The blood drains from her face.
And now there’s a tear in the corner of her eye, threatening to fall.
I probably shouldn’t have said that. But she has to know where I’m coming from.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen…” she begins.
They never do.
But this is what happens when people only think about themselves.
“Come to the beach with me today,” I say to Rachel between kisses.
She giggles but continues typing on her laptop. “You’re so cute. But I can’t kiss and type at the same time.”
“Sure you can.”
“Let me finish up this chapter real quick, and I’ll be all yours.”
We head to the beach two hours later. Rachel strips down to her bikini, and I spend most of my time looking at her. Amazing breasts. Great ass. But she never wants to fuck. The novel she’s writing comes first.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask her.
She’s always deep in thought these days.
“I’m thinking about how you grew up. It’s so interesting.”
I roll onto my side, hand resting on my temple. “My parents’ divorce is not interesting. Believe me.”
“Right,” says Rachel, squinting at the horizon. “But I mean the psychology behind it all.”
I flop onto my back. “Things were so much better before they started making a lot of money. We used to sit around the table all night playing board games, forgetting about the time. They never had to rush off for the weekend or fly somewhere for a last-minute business meeting.”
“It must’ve sucked for you.”
“It sucked so bad that I started playing board games alone.”
“Oh no! You didn’t. How do you even do that?”
“I don’t remember but that was my only option.”
“You’re so cute.”
I smile. Rachel’s the cute one here.
We met in Venice Beach at a coffee shop. She tripped over a step, and I caught the notebooks she was holding. The covers were plastered in stickers, half of the pages missing. It was messy and fun, like everything else about her.