“I’m going to come.” I groan in her ear.
“Me too.” Her sultry voice sends me over the edge.
Sienna’s hips grind against me as I let out every ounce of pent-up desire I’ve been holding for her. My lower lip quivers. My vision blurs. I lose all control, and I love it.
When she’s finished, she leans forward and nibbles my shoulder gently. I let out a little laugh. “Does that tickle?” She nibbles more.
“Yeah.” I twitch, trying to pry her lips away but not really wanting her to stop. “It does.”
“Sorry.” She tosses her hair and meets my eyes.
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not.” Sienna smiles bigger than I’ve ever seen. I grip her waist, and she falls to the side. I slide up behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“Well, I’m not sorry either.” I whisper in her ear.
“What are you not sorry for?”
“For not being able to let you leave here tonight.” Now it’s my turn to nibble on her ear. She lets out a little high-pitched squeal. “Because I’m not even close to being through with you, baby.”
“Is that right?” She sits up and hands me my whiskey before taking a sip from her own. “If that’s the case, I don’t think you have anything to apologize for.” She replaces our glasses on the coffee table and mounts me once again. “Because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
Looking into her golden, caramel-colored eyes, a strange feeling washes over me. I know she’s just bantering with me about tonight, but I mean it. Now that Sienna’s in my life and I’ve seen what a wonderful woman she is, howrightwe are for each other. I’ll never let her leave my life. She’s meant to be mine, and I’ll prove that to her if it’s the last thing I do.
She grinds her hips against me, and I grow hard once more. But for now, I plan on enjoying exploring every inch of her tonight, and every night for the rest of our lives.
If she’ll have me.
Epilogue
Sienna
Five YearsLater
I never thought I’d love living in my hometown. Of course, I don’t live with my parents anymore, I live with my husband and our two kids, who are currently singing along toWe Are the Dinosaursfor the fifty-thousandth time. It’s cool; I’ve learned to tune it out. We’re going to see daddy, and the boys are over the moon.
We park out front, and I get them out of their car seats, taking one in each hand as we head into the front door. The shop manager, Marci, greets us with a smile. “Yay! My boys are here!” Marci, inked from head to toe, comes out from behind the desk, and the boys squeal. They love her, and they love being at daddy’s work.
“Perfect timing, Sienna.” She pulls me into a hug. “Holt just finished up with a client.”
“Awesome!” I head back just as Holt finishes sanitizing his station. “Hey, babe.”
“There’s my gorgeous wife.” He hulks over to me, wraps me in a bear hug, then kisses me long and deeply, with no apologies. It’s amazing how my stomach still bursts into butterflies when I see him.
“You busy today?”
“Same old.” He kisses the back of my hand when he pulls away. “Marci got the boys?”
“You know it.” I smile.
“That woman is baby crazy.”
I glance over my shoulder; Marci lets the boys pull her in two different directions and seems to love every minute of it. I say a silent little wish that she finds her soulmate someday like I found mine.
Holt and I were basically inseparable from the moment we got together. After six months of waiting for the other shoe to drop, I realized it never would. He single-handedly restored my faith in men and, more importantly, in myself. I moved in almost immediately.
He hired a few new artists who turned out to be fucking amazing and developed a loyal client base quickly. Since I was living with him, I offered to help out by working the front desk and doing some pro bono marketing for the tattoo shop.