“But there’s furniture in there and everything. Why didn’t you get a roommate?”
Fuck it, I thought. I wasn’t going to keep secrets from Sierra anymore. Not after almost losing her again.
“It was always meant to be yours.” I scraped a hand through my hair as I waited for a reaction. Her eyes widened a bit, but she didn’t respond, so I continued. “The room was always meant to be for you in case you came back. Maybe it was delusional, but I wanted to hold on to the hope that one day you’d reach out to me and we’d reconnect. I nearly did rent it out, but at the last minute panicked and backed out. It’s always belonged to you, just like I always have. I know that’s probably weird and creepy but?—”
She didn’t give me time to finish my sentence because her hands cupped my jaw and her lips smashed against mine.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she murmured againstmy lips. “But I always kind of wondered why you had a purple room in your house.”
“You don’t think I’m crazy?” I asked, pressing my forehead to hers.
She laughed, a soft, breathy one. “No, I do, but you’remykind of crazy. I wouldn’t change you for the world, Hayes.” She planted a kiss on my cheek as she said, “I love that you can be a little crazy,” then one on my jaw with, “I love that you’re fiercely loyal to the people you care about,” a kiss below my earlobe as she whispered, “I love that you’d take a bullet for the people you love, even though that was a stupid fucking thing to do,” and finally, with a kiss and nip to my neck, “and I love that even though you can be a little overbearing and overprotective, you never tried to fix me. Instead, you showed me I was never broken to begin with. That I’m strong, capable. Worthy.”
“I love you, Sierra. So much.” A whine slipped from my lips as her hand trailed down my stomach, her mouth biting and sucking the sensitive flesh on my neck before her tongue darted out to soothe the sting.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
sierra
My hand slipped beneath the waistband of Hayden’s sweatpants, cupping his hardening length. A groan slipped from his lips, and he gripped my waist as I nipped his earlobe between my teeth.
“How’s your arm?” I asked, not wanting to go any further if he was in any sort of pain. The doctors had told him to take it easy, and I was sure sex was on the list of activities to hold off on.
“It’s fine,” he bit out through a moan, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. “Don’t stop.”
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his sweats and boxers, I pulled them down to his knees. His cock lay hard against his stomach, and I wrapped my hand around it, pumping the length a few times. His hips bucked as I swiped my thumb across the crown, pre-cum gathering in a bead at the tip.
I scooted further down the bed, toward Hayden’s knees, as he rolled onto his back. I took his length into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip and using a hand to stroke it while I sucked.
“S-Sierra,” Hayden moaned, his fingers grasping the top of my head.
I bobbed up and down, taking him deeper and deeper while my eyes bounced up to his face. He’d thrown his head back in pleasure, mouth gaped. My eyes watered as his tip hit the back of my throat, but I kept a steady pace.
“F-fuck, Sierra. I’m going to come if you keep this up.”
I sat up, his cock coming out of my mouth with a pop. “That’s kind of the point, babe.”
His length was wet with my spit, and I grasped it in my hand, pumping it a few more times before taking off my clothes and throwing them to the side.
Hayden, after seeing what I was doing, pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his pants off so we were both naked.
My hands dragged down my body to my clit and, using two fingers, I rubbed circles on the sensitive spot. Hayden pumped his cock as he watched me touch myself, lust shining in his gaze.
“Come here, love.” He patted my leg, and I moved my body so I was straddling him.
Hayden guided his cock inside me as I sank down on him, a sigh falling from my lips at the sudden fullness.
I rocked my hips, adjusting to his size. His fingers dug into my waist, holding me down.
Leaning forward, I moved up and down on his cock, my breasts bouncing in front of me. My hands gripped the sheets next to Hayden’s body, and he leaned forward to kiss me, pinching my nipple with one hand and cupping my jaw with the other.
“You’re so good, Sierra. Keep doing that,” he gasped, falling back onto the sheets.
“Hayes,” I moaned while I rode him, long locks of myhair falling into my face as my back arched. “You’re so b-big.”
Every time I had sex with Hayden felt like the first time, his size stretching and filling me. Emotionally, it felt that way, too, like he was breaking down all the walls I’d built up around my heart the past five years.
My pussy clenched around his cock, and he bucked his hips, meeting me stroke for stroke.
