ONE
SIERRA
Cinnamon and whiskey.
That’s what the guy tastes like, and I can’t help but wonder if I like it.
He moans against me, and I try to enjoy it, but I’m pressed up against a tree that’s digging into my back.
I’m tipsy, by the looks of things, and this dude is my company for the night.
I’ll be okay, as long as my brother doesn’t show up.
Seriously, he’d better not.
“Man, you’resosexy.”
I drag my tongue across his lips, grinding into him as he chuckles.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?”
“Mmm,” I murmur against him, moving so his lips drag across my jaw, finding their way onto my neck. I feel myself getting into it, my eyes rolling back in my head when he sucks on the soft spot near my ticklish spot, his teeth skimming it lightly.
“You like to bite?” I whisper, capturing his lips with mine.
“Only bad girls.”
“Sierra? What thefuckare you doing?”
I freeze, but the chap between my thighs doesn’t get the message, his tongue still stroking my collar bone as he pushes my dress straps down.
“So fucking sexy.”
“Um, one second,” I mumble, trying to focus on the two bodies cemented in front of me.
Bodies that have their arms folded.
“Sierra, who is this fucking creep?” the taller one thunders, towering over us.
“Oh fuck,Kai?” I say, untangling myself from what’s-his-name.
Kai narrows his eyes at me. “Are you drunk?”
The body beside him clears a little, and golden eyes stare at me, shaking his head. But I recognize the black hair and a sexy jawline that could cut glass.
Crane.
“Do you know these dudes?” what’s-his-name asks, his hand still around my waist as he examines them.
“Yeah. It’s my brother.”
My brother steps forward. “Sierra, I asked you who the fuck this is.”
I frown, lifting a hand to the stranger I’d been making out with against a tree.
“I honestly don’t know. Kevin?” I guess, crossing my arms.
I’m too unsteady, and I lose my balance on a random twig—for fuck’s sake—but I manage to style it out by leaning on the tree, except I don’t, because the next thing I know, I’m flat on my face.
