He had?

I stood up, took my meager lunch, and let Dustin lead me over to the popular table, where

basketball players and cheerleaders gathered. The head cheerleader who had been on Dustin’s arm all

last week glared at me. I wanted to go back to the safety of Dewayne. Kimmy Bart was not someone I

wanted as an enemy. She owned this school. She was also tall, thin, and blond. Guys ogled her legs

like they were the Holy Grail. And all that long blond hair made her look like a princess.

“Sienna, this is everyone. Everyone, this is my girl, Sienna Roy.”

And just like that . . . I became Dustin Falco’s girl.

Present day . . .

DEWAYNE

I hung up the phone with Momma after finding out she had Micah with her. Sienna had needed to

work overtime and she’d called Momma to see if she would mind getting him from his after-school

day care. Momma had been tickled pink that she got to keep him this afternoon.

I had turned my truck to the salon, and I was parked out back beside Sienna’s car, waiting on her to

get off work. We needed to talk, and I didn’t want to do it at her house where Micah could come home

or my momma could see I was over there alone with Sienna. She’d asked me five times already why I

had been over there Saturday morning. Lying to my mother wasn’t easy.

The back door opened and Hillary walked out. Shit. Not who I wanted to see. She looked at me and

her eyes narrowed. Then she came my way. I hadn’t seen Hillary since I’d gotten out of her bed after a

one-nighter. She’d been drinking. I’d been drinking. And she had a really damn good body.

My window was already rolled down when she reached it.

“Leave her alone, Falco. She’s a good girl. A sweet girl. And you”—she pointed at me—“ain’t

something that girl can deal with. She doesn’t understand guys like you. I’ve watched her, and every

man who walks into that place hits on her, and she ain’t got a clue. Even Gretchen’s clients can’t keep

their eyes off her. She’s sweet. Too sweet. So crank this truck and get the hell out of here.”

Not what I had been expecting. She wasn’t out here to yell at me for running out on her after sex.

She was warning me off Sienna. Interesting.

“She’s the mother of my nephew, so I can’t stay away from her. She’s family.”

Hillary’s eyes went wide. Apparently, Sienna hadn’t told them Micah was a Falco. Which was

something that bothered me—I didn’t like Dustin’s boy not having his last name.

“Well, shit,” she muttered. “I didn’t know the kid was Dustin’s.”

I just nodded. The back door opened again, catching my attention, and Sienna stepped out. Her eyes

immediately found my truck, and they shifted to Hillary at my door. Then she jerked her attention

away from us and hurried across the parking lot to her beat-to-shit car.

“Move,” I told Hillary before I swung my door open and headed after Sienna.

“Sienna, wait,” I called out. She paused with her hand on the door handle. “I came here to see you,”

I explained, as if I had been doing something wrong. Jesus, I’d only kissed her. If I was here seeing

Hillary, it was would be perfectly fine. But for some reason it felt like I had been caught cheating.

She glanced back over her shoulder. “Why?”

“Because we need to talk. And not at your house,” I said, and motioned to my truck. “Come for a

ride with me.”

She seemed unsure until her eyes followed Hillary, who was headed inside. When Sienna looked

back at me, she let out a weary sigh but walked toward me. “Okay,” she said, and we walked side by

side back to my truck.

I opened the passenger-side door and held out my hand to help her up, but she ignored it and

climbed up on her own. Which made her sweet ass stick up in a very appealing way in those leggings

she was wearing.

I closed the door, the image of her in those tight pants taunting me as I made my way over to my

side of the truck. I climbed in and looked over at her. She was wearing sleeves that stopped just below

her elbow. Still covering her bruise. Fuck me. “How’s your arm?” I asked her.

“It’s fading and it doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said with a smile that didn’t meet her eyes.

“I’m a fuckup, Sienna. The bruise on your arm proves that. I shouldn’t get to breathe the same air

you do.” I stopped myself before I said anything more. I wasn’t ever going to get over that bruise. It

was going to haunt me long after it faded away. “And I’m sorry. About the kiss. It was uncalled for,

and I shouldn’t have.”

She tensed up beside me, but only for a moment. Then she relaxed her shoulders and crossed her

legs, and damned if that wasn’t fascinating. “Probably not a good idea. You’re right.”

So she agreed. We shouldn’t have kissed. “I don’t want things to get awkward with us.”

She nodded. “Me neither.”

“So, we can just be friends. Or family. We’re family.”

She nodded again.

She didn’t feel like family. I watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and I wanted to

reach out and see if it was as silky as it looked. I’d missed that opportunity when I’d been eating her

alive. My hands had gone from her face to her ass. I should have felt her hair.

“I know I’m, uh . . . not very experienced. I don’t . . . I mean, Dustin was the only one I, uh . . . I did

anything with. So I was curious. I haven’t been kissed in a long time.” She shut her mouth and closed

her eyes tightly. She was trying to explain her reaction to me, but the fact that no one had touched her

in six years was a little more information than I could handle.

How was she so untouched? I knew she’d said she didn’t date, but, hell, how’d she get release?

After having sex before, she’d want it, right? Need it?

“Not even any one-night stands or friends with benefits?” I asked.

She blushed and shook her head, but wouldn’t look at me.

“You don’t need it?” I needed to shut the hell up. This was not a conversation you had with

someone who was your “family.”

She shrugged. “Not really. I mean . . . I never understood what the big deal was.”

What? Holy hell. My sixteen-year-old brother hadn’t been experienced enough to do it right,

apparently.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Her blush deepened and she didn’t respond.

Did that mean . . . she got herself off? Motherfucker! Why was I thinking about this? This was not

helping me defuse my Sienna lust. The idea of slipping my hand into her panties and bringing her

pleasure was so damn tempting.

“You do it yourself,” I said, supplying the answer for her and knowing I needed to shut the hell up.

She pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly again. Bingo. She played with her pussy.

Damn, that image was gonna give me some serious shower time later.

“Let’s not talk about this, okay?” She reached for the door handle, but I wasn’t ready to let her go.

The desire to smell her was too much. I tugged her over to me and buried my head in her neck and

inhaled. Fuck, she smelled good. So damn good. She also sounded good.

Her body leaned in to me and I wanted it. More.

“You smell good, baby. Real good. I bet that pussy smells even better,” I whispered in a growl as I

slid my hand between her legs. She let out a small cry.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wanted her. I wanted to hear her as she orgasmed. I wanted to see her play with

herself. Was she bare, or were there curly red hairs down there to tease me?

“Dewayne?” she breathed, her chest rising and falling so fast that her cleavage taunted me. She’d

always had the best damn tits.

“Yeah, baby?” I replied, running my nose up her neck.