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“Siena,” he says against my mouth. It’s all he gets out before getting distracted, sucking on my lower lip, licking into my mouth.

“Brooks.” I rock my hips, find an angle, grind against his cock.

“Fuck yeah. More.” He grunts when I give it to him. Hooks an arm under my hips to lift my weight as I all but fuck him from below. His mouth is on my neck, kissing, licking. “I’ve been so good, Siena. So fucking good, for so long. Let me be bad for you.” His cock hits my clit over and over, and I’m gasping. “Take us to land. Come home with me.”

I tug on his neck, looking for more of his mouth. He relents, letting me kiss him another moment before breaking it off.

Brooks’s hands sweep along my body, toying with the blue triangles keeping me covered. He pulls one aside, freeing my nipple, grazing it with a rough thumb. The sound I make is somewhere between a mournful whimper and a needy moan.

“Come,” he presses a kiss on my neck, “home,” another on my jaw, “with,” Brooks takes my mouth again, “me.”

And it’s a fucking lost cause.

Chapter31Brooks

“You want a drink?”

Siena glances over her shoulder, leaning her elbows on the porch railing at the back of the house. She stayed out here watching Pete buzz around out back while I showered upstairs. The sun had set by the time we made it back to my place, after stopping by hers so she could have a shower after our day on the water. The lights spilling from inside illuminate just enough to see her bare feet, the frayed denim shorts she’d changed into.

“It’s okay. I’m not thirsty.”

I go back inside for a beer, because what the hell. I’ve held off for months, and it’s been a great day.

Most of them have been since Siena came into my life, but today especially.

I confessed what I’d felt was a shameful insecurity, embarrassed that my ex’s idea of me still hung over me the way it did. Only to come away feeling seen. Wanted.

I’m not sure there’s an overnight cure for it, just like that evening on the cliff couldn’t possibly have erased decades of pain my girl hasheld on to. But she helped today—this no-bullshit woman, who never minces her words or fakes her feelings.

It all clicked into place. Damn near caused me to float off that swim platform.

The way she smiles at me, eyes twinkling from under those mile-long lashes. The way she’d softened against me on that cliff, let me hold her in her mom’s kitchen. Every time she laughs with me, those little touches.

It’s definitely affection. And it’s definitely real.

Because Siena Pippen can’t fake romantic emotion worth shit. I’ve known it since our very first appearance as a couple, when she’d sat tongue-tied meeting fans.

If she calls you a dick, it’s because you’re being one.

If she tells you you’re worthy… it’s because you are.

When I return, Siena is focused on the dark grounds and the glow-in-the-dark marker on Pete’s collar as he zooms around.

She’s so fucking pretty it’s almost comical. Unnatural. There’s got to be a mad scientist out there who cooked her up in a lab, my dream girl, and sent her here to turn my life upside down. I’m tumbling down a hill, falling for her so fast there’s no stopping it.

Anticipation thickens the air around us, already dense and hot with summer humidity. The only light is what’s spilling out from the house and the warm glow of the hot tub running down on the patio.

“What are you thinking about so hard?”

She glances at me. “Us fucking. I’m trying to decide if it’s a bad idea.”

Maybe her words should put me on my heels, but they have the opposite effect. My fearless, dive-in-head-first girl never hesitates. Never overthinks.

The fact that she is now? It tells me that this matters.

Means something to her.

We’re not something easily brushed off in the morning.