Page 77 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

“I don’t like pulp,” says Sienna. “If you can make it without, then sure thing.”

Knox, Eli and I share a tense look at each other across the room. Fucking hell. I’m afraid we’re going to kill each other before Sienna finally leaves.

Not like she’s looking like she wants to do that anytime soon.

She tucks her feet under her on the couch and leans her head back on the cushion. Seeing her do that brings a weird warmth to my chest. This Sienna is so much better than the demanding, fur-jacket-wearing one who thinks everything is about her.

Strangely, this whole day has been about her—even though she’s been cooped up in Knox’s room for most of it.

I can’t seem to get this girl out of my head.

Last night certainly didn’t help.

Knox and Eli fix me with hard looks. I don’t need words to know that they’re still pissed off at me. But when you snooze, you lose. Being respectful gets you nowhere, and Sienna made it quite clear from the game of Never Have I Ever that she was down for a little bit of disrespect, so I took her to my room.

The dude taking pictures of her was total shit. Nobody wants pictures of themselves posted online in the wrong light, especially celebrities like Sienna, who like to make everything about them. Turns out they only enjoy the spotlight when they’re being painted in a positive light. But that’s karma for you.

You ruin other people’s lives for fame, and you eventually ruin your own.

I throw more logs on the fire, still struggling to come to terms with why I feel bad for her. I stand by all of my opinions of her, but I still feel something falter within me every time I see how puffy and red her eyes are.

I’m glad the green juice has cheered her up.

But I’m not happy that Knox decided to go the extra mile.

Knox and Eli walk out of the room to do god knows what. Eli gives me a strange look, which I interpret to mean “no funny business.”

Fuck you, Eli. I’ll do as I please.

I take a seat in the chair next to Sienna and watch her sip her juice. Perfect lips. Perfect body. Perfect everything. Her ass looked even more incredible last night after I gave it a well-deserved slap. She deserved it for tormenting me and taking me all the way into her throat last night. Such a little minx, trying to mess with me, get me to cave.

I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as her cherry red lips wrapped around my cock. I stare at them now as she sucks juice through the straw. I remember the way she covered me from shaft to tip in saliva, moaning.

I still haven’t had my way with her fully yet. If only that fucking guy hadn’t shown up outside the window... My cock was ready to be buried deep inside of her.

I’m in for a real treat if her pussy is anything like her mouth.

I recline in the seat, legs spread wide as I watch the flames. Silence stretches between us, which she’s choosing not to break.

Last night was a lot. The foursome was unplanned, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by seeing how much she was enjoying it. Legs cradled up to her chest. Pussy open. Her moaning getting louder as she reached climax. The girl was loving every minute of it.

I’ve shared girls before, and I’ll do it again, but I will not wait my turn. Not when Sienna is dripping down the insides of her thighs.

She’s about to get her period, but that’s not gonna stop me—nor are Eli’s death glares. She can bleed around my cock and come for me all at once. Doesn’t bother me in the slightest.

“You feeling any better?” I finally ask.

“A little,” she murmurs. “But that’s only because I have something nice to sip on.”

“What about last night? Wasn’t my cock nice for you to sip on?”

Her eyes darken. “You know it was nice. But I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it.” Her eyes come alive in the flames.

“You definitely enjoyed it,” I tease. “Twice actually. But I’m really not surprised. Everything in LA is so fake. So surface level.”

I get on my knees in front of her and push open her legs using only my head. She gasps but doesn’t push me away. “I bet nobody in LA has ever done this to you.” I inhale her scent through her sweatpants, which elicits another gasp.

“Shhh. Not so loud,” I say.