Chasing Paradise (Chasing 3)
Page 12Entering our bedroom, she had lit a candle. The smell of roses in bloom was enticing to the senses. Smiling, I quickly glanced at the sleeping form on the mattress before going for a quick shower. Ten minutes later, I was ready to move past another hurdle.
Pulling her against me, I breathed her in, knowing that my decision was the right one. Anything to make her happy, I would gladly do. “Sienna?”
“Babe,” she responded in a tone, which was raspy from sleep.
“You can be friends with Matthews as long as you two will keep it at that level. I’m taking this monumental step forward, for you as well as for our future. I beg of you, don’t let me down this time because, if that ever happened again, I would never be able to take you back.” I wasn’t trying to sound threatening, although it seemed to come out that way. It was true, though; I wasn’t going to tolerate one more mishap. Never again.
Sienna slowly spun around, facing me with bewildered eyes. “I’m not going to cheat on you. I’m not capable of hurting you like that ever again. You know that, don’t you?”
Did I? Maybe, maybe not. I wasn’t so sure, really. “I don’t know, cara.”
“I promise, but I will show you that you can trust my word for it.” She circled her arm around my body, tugging me close as she breathed on my chest. “You’re all I need.” She kissed my neck, gently trailing down to my stomach, making me tense with the anticipation of what my lovely woman had in store for me tonight. “You’re my it, Blake.”
“Sienna,” I gutted out, voice almost wispy from the adrenaline that my body was experiencing when she expertly pulled my c**k out of my brief’s hole and toyed with the head of my shaft. Her hand stroked me, not fervently; instead she used a measured, leisured pace and simply didn’t appear to be in any kind of hurry. While her hand was busy tending to my length, we ended up on our sides before Sienna flung her leg over my hip and nestled my throbbing member on her slick core, touching, though not penetrating.
“Kiss me. I want to see how long you’d survive without sex,” she moaned against my lips and her breathing hitched when the tip of my c**k paused at her entrance before slipping back down.
Fuck. Me. To. Hell. And. Back. A violent growl emanated from me as I swiftly rolled her onto her back and plunged into her in one maddening, obliterating stroke. “Sienna!” I bellowed, pounding her harder as she started shaking from her orgasm. I was like a man hell bent on something to prove. I couldn’t, for the life of me, stop annihilating this glorious beauty that had owned my heart from the very beginning. I simply wanted her every moment of every day. To consume her. Love her. It wasn’t hard to comprehend that I was proudly addicted to her. “Mine, you’re mine. No more other men, Sienna.” I ached, saying the words out loud.
“I promise. There’ll be no one,” she panted out, barely coherent before I pulled out and entered her tight rectum.
“Bloody f**k. Each f**king hole is bound to my cock. Do you hear me?” I growled in her ear, tensing as my insides tightened, draining all blood to one particular spot, my groin. I held back as much as I could, stroking her until I couldn’t any longer. With an earth-shattering howl, I pummeled her one more time before I released all of my seed into her, while she tightened around me, sucking the life out of me to the very last drop while I panted into her ear. “No more, amore.”
Sienna captured my lips, kissing me. “It’s only you now, Blake. From here on out, I swear to you—my life, my parents—that I’m yours.”
Closing my eyes, I nodded, smiling against her lips as our noses touched. Her words were enough to warm my heart.
Eight
“Here, let me help you make this outfit complete.” I murmured behind her, before I took out the necklace I had made for her, loving how shocked her was at my extravagant present.
“Blake!”
Her reaction was what I aimed for. It was worth everything—it was what I lived for, thrived for. “What do you think? They mined this when I was there in Australia and after I found out, I had it made for you. Pink diamonds are rare just like the woman I’m so crazy in love with.”
“Uhuh—there’s no need to milk for brownie points. You’ve earned enough.” Her eyes very bright as she admired the intricate diamond design of the jewelry, but most of all the large size that sat in the middle of it. “It’s so beautiful,” she murmured, before spinning around to face me. “Thank you. Now if you could just get us through the night without being robbed, I’d gladly appreciate it.”
Reaching for her hand, we walked towards the elevator and then out to get my car. Now in my Vanquish, we headed towards where Chad held his wedding in South Kensington. My thoughts dwelled on my friend, feeling his pain.
“How positive is he that the child is his?” Sienna blurted the question, glancing at me.
This was the first thing that popped in my mind, but before he agreed to marriage, they had one done. “It’s his. The DNA results sealed the deal.”
I gripped the wheel, bothered. I knew she was talking about Toby, but I felt like she was targeting me too. “I assure you, I made sure mine was covered and protected.” I was referring to that time we broke it off, and I went wonky.
Sienna looked out the window, not saying a word.
“Sienna?”
She didn’t glance at me, purposely ignoring my question, but when she did ask, I was skirting on thin ice. “How many women are we talking about, Blake? Roughly.”
How many? Hell. How as I to know? A man doesn’t count how many women he’s slept with unless he was a wanker or a loser, I’m neither of those. “Roughly—and I’m really emphasizing on the word here—about one a night—if they don’t bring a friend or two. Some I shagged a few times afterwards, so I’m not so sure what the number is.”
Sienna reached for my hand, before giving me a small sad smile. “I thought as much.”