“Gretchen is watching us,” she said, and that was the wake-up call I needed. Shit. I had forgotten

where we were.

I moved away from her, missing the smell and heat of her on my hand. I needed to get laid. She was

screwing with my head. But first I wanted to go beat off to the image of her touching herself.

“I, we, this, um . . . I should go,” she said, and moved away from me.

I couldn’t argue. She should go before I gave in and attacked her again.

She opened the door, and I managed to remember what I had wanted to ask her. “Tomorrow night

I’ll bring dinner. I’d like to visit Micah,” I said.

I didn’t say I wanted to see her, but I did. I so fucking did.

She nodded. “Of course. You can take him out if you want to. You don’t have to stay at my house. I

trust you with him.”

She was giving me an out. I wasn’t taking it. As hard as it was getting to keep my hands off her, I

wanted to see her too. “I’ll bring dinner. And you’ll eat more. Because nothing on your body is

fucking average, Sienna. Understand that. You’re perfect. Too damn perfect.”

Her mouth opened slightly, and then she closed it and quickly got out of my truck. I sat there and

watched her as she got into her car and buckled up. I waited until she pulled out of the parking lot

before leaving. I didn’t even look Gretchen’s way.

SIENNA

“More,” I whispered into the dark room. “Please, Dewayne, I want more. Do it harder,” I begged. My

eyes were closed tightly as Dewayne held his body over me, sliding in deeper and deeper. I lifted my

legs up his back and buried my face in the pillow beside me as I cried out from how good he felt. How

beautiful his body was as he worked over me. His naughty words told me how sexy I was and how

good I felt.

I worked my fingers harder, letting the fantasy play out until my body shuddered with release. It

was the same fantasy I had been using since Dewayne had walked into my house the first day we’d

returned. It was getting more and more detailed. Like tonight, he’d told me I smelled good as he tasted

me and ran his tongue where no one’s had ever been.

I was getting worked up again and I needed to sleep. Fantasies of Dewayne could go on for hours. I

had no shame in the darkness of my room. He was here with me, and I loved everything he did. When

he’d asked me today if I pleasured myself, I was sure it was all over my face. I couldn’t get away from

him fast enough.

Him knowing he starred in my nightly playtime would be humiliating.

The fact that I got off on the fantasy of him inside me was interesting, since until Dewayne’s return

to my life I’d normally fantasized about other stuff. The act of actual intercourse had never held that

appeal for me. But the idea of Dewayne being over me and between my legs made me hot and

bothered. Maybe I was just old enough to enjoy it now. I’d been so young then.

My phone dinged and I reached for it. No one ever texted me this late.

Dewayne: You awake?

Why was he texting me? Oh God, had he known somehow that I had just used his body to pleasure

myself?

I let my finger hover over the phone keys a moment, then finally gave in and replied.

Me: No

Dewayne: Are you in bed?

What was he asking that for?

Me: Yes

I should ignore this.

Dewayne: Do you sleep naked?

Okay. Wait a minute. This was not us being friendly. And I couldn’t handle him doing this hot-andcold

stuff.

Me: What do you want? This conversation is going in a bad direction.

He didn’t reply right away. I thought for a moment my scolding him had made him back off. Then

my phone lit up again.

Dewayne: I know. I’m sorry.

That was it. Why did I feel so disappointed?

Dewayne: It’s just if you’re gonna play with yourself I want to know. I want to see it. Or at

least you can tell me about it.

Holy crap. The tingling between my legs startled me. He was only texting me and I was reacting to

him. I should turn off my phone and forget this conversation. Tomorrow he would regret it and push

me away. He was probably drunk.

But maybe he wouldn’t remember it . . . maybe.

Me: I’ve already taken care of that.

I pressed send before I could stop myself.

Dewayne: Motherfuck. Do it again. Tell me about it. Or let me FaceTime you and watch your

face. God, let me watch your face.

Oh wow. He was drunk. He had to be. This was not careful Dewayne.

Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Dewayne: I know it’s a bad idea. But damn, Sienna, you’re driving me crazy. I just want a

little taste. If you’d spread those legs for me and let me taste you just once, then we could be

friends. I just need a taste, baby. I know it’s gonna be sweet.

Oh. My. God.

I stared at the phone in my hand and my whole body trembled. Maybe I could FaceTime him. If he

kept talking like this, I was going to beg him to come taste all he wanted.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

Dewayne: Let me FaceTime you and watch you touch that pussy I want to fucking bury my

face in.

I was a goner. This was too much. I wanted this, as dumb as it sounded.

Me: What happens tomorrow?

Dewayne: We keep being friends and forget we did this. Just give me this tonight. I need

something. I’ve spent way too much time imagining it. I need visuals.

Okay. One time. I could do that. We would forget tomorrow. I stood up, went to close Micah’s

door, then closed mine before coming back to bed.

Me: Okay.

My phone rang almost instantly. It was a FaceTime call from Dewayne Falco.

Oh shit. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. It was so bad. But exciting. And I trusted

Dewayne. I had always trusted him.

“Hello,” I said, looking into Dewayne’s eyes. The glow of lamplight illuminated his face. I was in

the dark.

“Turn on a light. I need to see you.”

I wasn’t wearing makeup, but I guess he’d seen me like this before. I reached over and turned on

the lamp beside me.

“Fuck, that’s better. So much better,” he said in a pleased rumble.

I wasn’t sure I could do this now. He wasn’t hidden behind text messages anymore. He was right

there in front of me.

“Are you sure we should do this?” I asked him, hoping he’d changed his mind and terrified he

would at the same time.

“Take off your panties, Sienna,” was his response.

“Okay,” I replied, and reached down to take them off.

“I want to see,” he said in a deep voice.

All right. I held the phone with one hand so he could see me taking my panties off with the other

hand. I wasn’t waxed completely. I did keep only a small strip of hair there because I hated how it felt

when it was bare.

“Fuck, you got red curls,” he muttered. “I want to bury my nose in that and inhale. So damn deep

you stay with me for days after.”

I whimpered. It was all I could do. All the naughty talking I had imagined in my fantasies was

never this good. He was much better at it than my imaginary Dewayne was.

“Slip a finger in, baby. Let me watch.”

I was so turned on I didn’t even question him. I did as he told me, and knowing he was watching me

made me moan with pleasure. It was almost as if it was him touching me.

“That’s it. Fuck, that pussy is wet. I can see the curls all sticking together. That swollen clit needs

attention. Give her some. Easy and slow,” he said in a low growl.

I did exactly like he said.

“Easy . . . Fuck yeah. Now let me watch you suck that finger clean.

Oh my. I had never tasted myself. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Come on, Sienna. I need you to taste your sweet pussy for me. I want to eat it so damn bad. Do it