Page 243 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

She whimpers.

“Watching you be brave enough to trust me is everything.”

Her body begins to tremble as she sucks me deeper, her hips rolling as she searches for that final bit of friction that will push her over the edge.

“Calvin, I’m there. Please.”

“Me too.” I’ve been on the edge for a while now, waiting for her to get there. “Let go. I’ll come with you.”

I slide my hand under her ass and lift her slightly from the bed, allowing me to take her just that little bit deeper, and it’s exactly what she needs.

Her orgasm slams into her, her body convulses, and her pussy squeezes me so goddamn tight that I’d fall with her even if I weren’t on the edge.

“Fuck. Sienna. Fuck, that⁠—”

“Vinny,” she cries, fulfilling every single one of my teenage-boy fantasies.

“I’m here, darlin’. I’m right fucking here,” I say, gathering her up in my arms and rolling onto my back as we fight to catch our breath.

We fell asleep tangled together under the sheets in my hotel room. Sienna drifted off first, and I lay there for a long time just watching her sleep, thanking whoever would listen for bringing her back to me.

For years, I thought she was a dream that I’d put on a pedestal. But I know now that wasn’t true. If anything, my dreams pale in comparison to the real-life Sienna.

A tickle wakes me the next morning, and when I open my eyes, I find Sienna tracing the lines of my abs with a look of pure concentration.

I once again lie there, still, just watching her. Her face is clear of last night’s makeup, her hair a mess from having my hands in it, and there are a couple of obvious hickeys on her throat and chest that I’m sure she’s going to chastise me for when she spots them later. Not exactly the kind of accessory you want your girl wearing for Christmas day with her parents, but it’s a little late to worry about that now.

It takes her quite a while to look up, and when she does, she startles when she finds me watching her.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to know that you’re obsessed with my abs.”

Her cheeks blaze, and she drops her head to my chest.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed. I’m obsessed with every inch of you. I can prove it to you again, if you like.”

“I don’t know if I can go again,” she confesses into my chest.

I chuckle, because I know for a fact that she can. I might just have to prove it to her before leaving this hotel room.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“We’ve got just over an hour before we need to be at Mom and Dad’s.”

She shrieks when I suddenly throw the sheets off, revealing both our naked bodies. The second the cool air hits her, her nipples harden enticingly. Well, it’s that, or it could be the sight of my morning wood that she’s currently staring at.

“Come on, darlin’. There’s no time to lose,” I say, rolling out of bed before turning to reach for her.

I grab her hand, tug her into the bathroom, and pass her her toothbrush.

She smiles at me in the mirror before we stand side by side and brush our teeth.

Once we’re done, I turn the shower on and wait for it to warm up.

“Ready?” I ask. But I don’t give her time to respond; there’s no way I’m getting in this shower alone.

Thankfully, she comes willingly, and I get to run my hands all over her wet, naked body.