Hold on Tight
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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 f**king tightest pu**y 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 f**king pu**y,” 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 pu**y. 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 pu**y. 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 f**king want her bathing without me.
There was a good f**king 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 f**king 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 growled at any man he thought looked at Eva too long, I got that. So f**king completely got that.
Hell, I was pretty damn sure I was going to become so much worse than any of them. Even Krit and his inability to sing onstage without having Blythe near him—that made sense to me.
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 f**king tightest pu**y 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 f**king pu**y,” 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 pu**y. 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 pu**y. 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 f**king want her bathing without me.
There was a good f**king 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 f**king 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 growled at any man he thought looked at Eva too long, I got that. So f**king completely got that.
Hell, I was pretty damn sure I was going to become so much worse than any of them. Even Krit and his inability to sing onstage without having Blythe near him—that made sense to me.
