over my bottom lip. He was so sweet. Who would have thought Dewayne Falco could be this sweet?

“It always hurt . . . before. Always. And you’re bigger . . .” God, I hated this. Reminding him I’d

slept with his younger brother was a mood killer.

He frowned. “It should have only hurt a little bit the first time.”

I had to explain this. As humiliating as it was, I had to tell him. “I’m, uh . . . It always hurt. I never

enjoyed it.” There. I admitted it.

Dewayne closed his eyes and let out a hissing sound through his teeth. When he opened them, he

locked his gaze with mine. “This won’t hurt. I swear to you, Sienna, it’ll feel good, baby. I’ll make

sure you see stars.”

I almost believed him. With that fierce look in his eyes, it was easy to believe. But the fact

remained that he was much bigger than Dustin had been. “But I haven’t had sex in a long time. I was

tight then.” I had also had a kid, but that was five years ago, so any stretching that did was more than

likely all gone now.

Dewayne lowered his head until his lips brushed my ear. “You’re tight now. But you’re also so

fucking wet and ready,” he said in a whisper, just as his finger stroked the tender heat between my

legs.

I gasped and Dewayne chuckled. “That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you. I’m not ever gonna hurt

you again. In any way. I swear it.”

Even if it did hurt, I would take it. This was Dewayne. I wanted Dewayne. Deep down I had always

wanted Dewayne.

He leaned up, and I watched him reach for a small square foil wrapper, which he tore open with his

teeth. Then rolled the condom down. If I wasn’t so scared of sex, I could appreciate it more.

Then he was over me again, and his lips found mine. The gentle glide of his tongue as he took what

he wanted eased my fear just before I felt his tip nudge my entrance. “Easy, baby. I’m gonna be

gentle. But you need to relax,” he said in a husky, strained voice as he tucked his head into the curve

of my neck.

Slowly he eased inside me. With each inch that filled me there was no pain, only pleasure. Maybe I

wasn’t as tight anymore. I hoped so.

“You okay?” he asked me, holding himself up over me. I smiled in relief and nodded.

Our gazes locked as he eased in more and I lifted my hips to take him. The stretching felt good and

the fullness was incredible. But more than that . . . this was right. I knew it now. What had been wrong

all those years ago—it hadn’t been Dustin who had claimed my heart. I just loved him like you would

a friend. He was what I knew.

Dewayne, however, made me feel things no one ever had before. I had been too young to realize it

then, but now it was all very clear. This was the Falco boy I was always meant to be with.

“Sienna, you gotta stop lifting that sweet ass, baby. This is the fucking tightest pussy in the world,

and all I want to do is move hard and fast. But I’m taking it slow. Help me take it slow.”

He wanted to move but he wasn’t. He was being gentle for me. I didn’t know men could go slowly.

With that realization, Dewayne took another little piece of my heart. I wanted to protect myself from

getting hurt, but I trusted him. I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone. Besides, I wasn’t sure

he hadn’t taken my heart years ago and not given it back. There wasn’t much left for me to protect

anymore.

“It feels good. It doesn’t hurt at all. I want you,” I assured him.

With that bit of encouragement, he sank into me completely and let out a groan of pleasure. “God,

woman, you’re squeezing the hell out of me.”

Feeling braver, I wrapped my legs around him and arched into him.

With his body that was meant to be appreciated for the sculpted perfection that it was, Dewayne

held himself over me as he began rocking in and out of me. I wrapped my hands around his bulging

biceps and held on. Each time he sank into me fully, he touched something that sent sparks of such

intense shocks through my body that I wanted to beg him to go faster. I wanted that feeling.

There was moaning and begging that I was positive was coming from me. After the fourth time he

brushed that special spot deep inside me, I became so delirious with need that I no longer knew what I

was saying. I just never wanted it to stop.

The explosion of sensation that went off in my body shocked me. All I could do was hold on to

Dewayne as I cried out his name. Trusting him not to let me go, I fell into the uncharted bliss without

fear.

Somewhere far away I heard Dewayne shout, and his body tensed over mine. I wrapped myself

tighter around him as he eased down on top of me. The ability to move had been taken from me

already. A lazy, smooth heaven enveloped me, and I wanted to share it with Dewayne in my arms.

“Magic fucking pussy,” he whispered as his forehead dropped to my collarbone. His breathing was

hard as he gasped and shuddered. “Fuck,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

A giggle built inside me, and I didn’t even try to hold back. I was happy. So very happy.

Dewayne lifted his head and grinned at me. “Why you laughing, Little Red?”

I pressed my lips together to control the giggles. “You called my, uh . . . you know . . . magic.”

A smirk touched his mouth, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss those full red lips. “It is magic.

Which means you’re stuck with me. Never thought I’d find magic pussy. Never wanted it, but damn, I

do now. I intend to keep you.”

I wanted to be kept, but I had only really wanted that with Dewayne.

I touched his lips with my fingers, and he pulled one of my fingers into his mouth and sucked. The

fire inside me began to stir again as I watched his mouth on my skin. He let it pop free. “I need to

make sure you’re okay. Check you out personally and see if everything feels good and I didn’t hurt

you. Then I can make you messy again.”

He hadn’t hurt me, but I liked the idea of him checking to make sure, and I wanted to get messy

again. “Do I have to get cleaned up first?” I wanted messy again now.

Dewayne chuckled. “Needy, magic pussy. Fuck me, I got lucky. But yeah, I have to take care of

what’s mine first. Then I’ll clean you up real good. But don’t worry. I intend to make you scream my

name at least once, maybe twice, in the shower.”

My eyes widened and I squirmed underneath him. I’d never taken a shower with anyone. The idea

of it excited me. “Okay. Let’s go get clean.”

DEWAYNE

I leaned against the bedroom door frame, holding a plate of chocolate cake while watching Sienna

curled up asleep in the middle of my bed. She looked so small there all alone. I didn’t intend to leave

her there long, but I knew she needed more sleep. I’d woken her up three times last night, unable to

keep my hands off her.

My need to keep her safe and protected had just found an all-new level of possessiveness. Sienna

wasn’t just Micah’s mother, she was my woman. Mine. I didn’t want her sleeping without me. I didn’t

want her waking up without me. I didn’t fucking want her bathing without me.

There was a good fucking chance I was completely obsessed with her. I didn’t get obsessed with

anything. Ever. But Sienna was different. She’d always been different. She’d found something inside

me and brought it to life when we were kids. After years of fighting it and forgetting her, I had given

in and let myself feel. And I fucking felt a lot. More than I thought possible.

The look my daddy gave my momma when she walked into a room now made complete sense to

me. When Preston kept Amanda latched at his side like he couldn’t breathe without her and Cage