I fucking love her with everything that I am.
“We better go,” Sierra pants, reaching for the tissue to clean herself.
I lean down, kissing the tattoo on her hip as she sighs, running her hands through my hair as she kisses my head.
“Fucking finally.” I move her underwear back as she reaches down to tug her shorts up.
“Who knows, we may even join the mile high club,” Sierra remarks, kissing me hard on the mouth.
This girl will be the death of me.
THIRTY-FOUR
SIERRA
“No way! You won the jackpot?!”
I lift my head from Crane's chest to see Kiki holding her hands to her face as Tony nods.
“Sure did. Now, will you let me buy you a drink?”
“Absolutely not. I’ll buy you one.” Kiki shrugs, dragging Tony to the bar behind us.
“Jackpot?” Crane mumbles, half asleep.
We’ve been up late nearly every night, and it’s finally our last day in Miami.
We are curled up on a sun lounger, with the pool meters away.
“You smell of coconut,” I murmur, reaching down to lick his chest.
“You’re a naughty fucking girl.”
“I know.”
“Seriously though, what jackpot?” Crane lowers his sunglasses to gaze at me, his captivating gaze holding me in place.
Despite the scorching sun beating down on my back, I won’t move from this position for anything in the world.
“One of the machines in the lobby. He loves them.”
Crane tugs me up, positioning me so I am sitting astride him.
All kinds of dirty thoughts fill my mind, but Crane raises his eyebrows at me.
“How do you know what Tony likes, huh?”
I shiver when he runs his finger beneath my bikini strap, his thumb rubbing against my nipple as I try not to moan.
“I pay attention.”
“Do you?” Crane sits up, holding me close as he runs his tongue over my lips. “I want to eat your pussy right here, right now.”
I glance around us, noticing that most people are either asleep or reading.
There’s a volleyball game going off on the beach, and the swim-up bar is crammed.
There’s no way.
