“You good with that mouth?” I asked her, slipping my hand farther over her ass until my fingers

touched her crotch. The whoosh of breath that came out of her told me she was ready.

“I can be good at anything you want me to be,” she said breathlessly.

I liked this one. “Then sit that sweet ass on my leg and let me visit with my friends,” I told her. As

I reached for my beer she did exactly as I told her. She was like all of them, the beauties who came to

the beach looking for a good time. A good time they could leave behind here in Sea Breeze once they

went back to their lives. I was more than happy to give them a memory to take back with them.

I just had two rules. Never at my place. I didn’t fuck them at my place. And never overnight. We

fucked, and if it was good, we fucked a couple of times. Then I left. It was over. I didn’t even need

their names.

Relationships took too much thought. They took time. They took a shitload of stuff I didn’t want to

give. Sure, I got why each of my friends had fallen under his woman’s spell. They each picked

beauties with something more than a nice pair of tits. They had the whole package, and I was happy

for them. I just didn’t fucking want to be them.

“You hear that, Dewayne? I expected a snide comment,” Rock said, breaking into my thoughts. My

hand had made its way between the blonde’s legs, and I was busy working her up while I made her sit

here.

“Jess is pregnant,” Trisha said with a look of pride.

Jess was Rock’s cousin, and once she’d been one sweet little piece of tail. Then she’d run off with a

rock star’s brother. He’d fallen in love with her and taken her from her life here and changed

everything for her. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was happy for her. She had a good heart, and I used to

worry she was going to end up giving it to Krit, who would never be faithful to her. But he wasn’t

owned by her, and I didn’t think he could be faithful—until he’d met Blythe.

“Jess as a momma,” I said, then laughed. That was hard to picture. The girl had the body of a

fucking porn star, and before Jason Stone had walked into her life, she’d used that body to bring men

to their knees.

The girl in my lap let out a soft moan, and I remembered I had my hand up her skirt, playing

around. I better get her out to the truck. That was as far as we were gonna make it. I wasn’t in the

mood to go back to this one’s hotel room.

“Looks like I got to go put out a fire. I’ll see y’all later,” I said, standing up. I took the girl by the

hips and moved her through the crowd.

“You wet, sugar?” I asked as I pushed her out the door and into the cool night air.

She nodded and looked up at me with hooded eyes. Problem was, I wasn’t in the mood to fuck. I

hadn’t fucked in two weeks. Not since I’d been informed that I had a nephew. It had screwed with my

head, and I couldn’t focus on anything else. Not even the very willing woman in my arms. I’d worked

her up, though, and I needed to fix that.

“My truck,” I told her, and led her back there and pushed her up against it, then slipped my hands

back up the tiny skirt she was wearing and fingered her very wet and hot cunt while she bucked against

my hand.

This should be turning me on. Having one so willing to take me. But it wasn’t. Not in the least. I

felt like I was doing a job. Fuck this. I needed her to come so I could go home and get a shower.

“Come for me, sugar. Come all over my hand,” I said in her ear, knowing words could push a horny

woman over the edge. Sure enough, that’s all it took. She trembled and cried out as she held on to my

arms. When I was sure she was done, I pulled my hand out, then wiped it casually on her skirt. I didn’t

want her scent on me. I needed the damn hand sanitizer in my truck.

She looked up at me with dreamy eyes. At least she’d gotten some pleasure out of it. I, however,

was done for the night. “Go on back in, sugar. I’ll watch you from here to make sure you make it in

safe.”

Her pleased smile slowly turned into a frown as she stared up at me. “What about you?”

What about me? I’d given her a fucking orgasm and let her come all over my damn hand. I was

going home. That was all I had tonight. “I’m headed home. You head on back inside and find your

friends,” I told her, then gave her a gentle push toward the door. She stumbled, then glanced back at

me with a frustrated scowl.

“Didn’t promise you a fuck, babe. You were hot and bothered, and I gave you a release. I’m not

interested in more. Go on along now,” I told her.

That seemed to be enough of a slap to her ego. Her back snapped straight, and she swung her head

around and stalked off.

Good. Now I could go home and shower her off me.

SIENNA

I hadn’t told Micah about the Falcos tonight. I still needed to make sure Tabby Falco hadn’t received

those letters. We had watched Star Wars: Episode III (which was my favorite) and eaten two bags of

popcorn. When I’d tucked him into bed, he hadn’t even stirred. He’d had a long day.

After my long soak in the tub I crawled into bed. It was nice to be back in my bed. I had good

memories of home. Before . . . before I’d lost Dustin. I didn’t let myself think about the bad. I didn’t

let myself wonder why Dustin had gotten drunk and driven his car into a tree only hours after we had

had sex in that exact same car. Whenever he’d driven me, he had been so careful. He was always

taking care of me. Protecting me.

My phone started ringing. I reached over and grabbed it to see Dewayne’s name on the screen. Why

would he be calling me at midnight on a Saturday?

“Hello?” I said, almost expecting this to be a pocket dial.

“Hey.” Dewayne’s deep voice came over the line, and my lady parts woke up with that one word.

Crap! What was wrong with me? I hadn’t had sex in . . . well . . . since Dustin. And what I remembered

from sex was not good. The pleasure I could bring myself in bed at night all alone wasn’t a feeling I’d

ever experienced with Dustin.

“I want to talk to my mom tomorrow about the letters. Did you tell Micah?”

He was calling me at midnight on a Saturday to ask about Micah. Didn’t Dewayne have a date? He

always had a chick on his arm.

“No. I’m not talking to him until I know what happened to those letters. I need to know your

mother wants to be a part of his life. I don’t want him knowing about y’all unless he will be accepted.

He’s too little to understand anything else.”

Dewayne let out a sigh. “My momma didn’t get those letters. But even if she did, I want Micah in

my life. He’s my little brother’s kid. I want him.”

So he wanted Micah to know who he was. Could I explain that without explaining about the rest of

the Falcos?

“I need to know how your mother feels first. Micah is my number one concern. I won’t let him get

hurt.”

“Me neither,” Dewayne replied.

Good. At least he wasn’t willing to play with Micah’s emotions.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll probably be right behind my momma while she’s knocking on your

door—or possibly barging in. Once she knows, you won’t be able to keep her away from him.”

He had no idea how much I hoped that was true.

“You talk to her. I’ll wait,” was my only response.

Dewayne was quiet for a moment, and I wasn’t sure if he had hung up or not.

“Good night, Sienna,” he finally said, and the way his sexy, warm voice curled around that one

word made me shiver. Dammit.

“Good night,” I replied, then hung up. Laying the phone down beside me, I slipped a hand under the

covers and into the front of my lace panties. All I needed was the memory of Dewayne’s deep voice