Her eyes lock onto mine, her tongue flickering over her lips as she digs her nails into my shoulders.
“Crane…”
“Sierra, there are no other women.”
“Fuck,” Sierra throws her head back, and I shake my head, wondering how someone like her wants someone like me.
“How can there be? You’re a goddess.”
“Have you always wanted to have me on your cock? Tell me,” Sierra demands, her eyes blazing with lust.
“Always,” I whisper, dropping my mouth to her nipple, sucking and circling it with my tongue. “You drive me insane.”
“Go insane with me, Crane.”
I drag her to my mouth as I walk us over to the car, slamming her against the hood in one swift movement.
I jerk her hair back with one hand, sliding her down to the edge of the hood with the other.
“You asked for this, Sierra,” I warn, slamming into her repeatedly, tugging her hair back as she cries out.
Rain hits her skin, making it glisten. Like she needs to look any more celestial.
I lap it up with my tongue as she trembles beneath me, her legs tightening around my waist as she scrawls her name on my back with her fucking nails.
Gritting my teeth, I wait until she’s finished her orgasm before shooting mine into the rubber, my animalistic moans filling the backyard.
“Oh, God!” Sierra is practically weeping, but I can’t see if it’s the rain or her actual tears.
Either way, I breathlessly kiss them away, and she leans up, locking her lips with mine.
I’m still inside of her, and she doesn’t make a move to release me from her black widow leg grip.
“Are you okay?” I pant, my wet hair falling into my eyes repeatedly.
“No,” Sierra breathes, leaning back against the hood of the car, her hair sticking to the black paint as I stare at her. “I’m fucking not. How can that be a one-night thing?”
Fuck.
TWENTY
SIERRA
Crane smiles faintly, tugging his pants up as I adjust my dress. This is the awkward bit right now—and right on cue, Crane’s gone strangely silent.
“Can I have my underwear?”
Crane nods, tossing them over to me.
“Are you hungry?”
Wriggling the underwear up my legs, I wince when I catch my fresh ink.
“Yeah, do your services extend to burgers after sex or not?”
Crane rolls his eyes, digging his car keys from a deep pocket.
“Burgers are on me.”
