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Sierra

I watch his eyes read the letter I just read before he looks back at me, and I quickly look back down at the letter, trying to calm myself down. “It seems they don’t want to be found.”

“Baby,” he says softly, and I fold the letter back and put it in the envelope, before tearing it in half and walking over to the trash bin and tossing it inside.

“No,” I say, shaking my head, “no, fucking no, Caleb.”

“But—” His voice goes low, and I look at him.

“I deserve to know who I am,” I tell him.

“You are beautiful, amazing, independent”—I roll my eyes at him—“sassy, and a pain in my ass sometimes.” He comes to me and takes me in his arms. “You are strong and fierce and you suck a mean?—”

I put my hands on his mouth. “I don’t think I can repeat that to anyone when they ask me what I’m good at.”

He glares. “If you do, I’ll have to put you over my shoulder and rush you to the courthouse and marry you.” I think my eyes about come out of my sockets as he kisses my nose. “Unless you’d be willing to come with me.”

“Are you insane?” I push away from him, but he only tightens his arms around me even more.

“That’s why I’ll have to carry you over my shoulder,” he jokes with me and buries his face in my neck, and I sink into him, feeling his heat all around me.

“I’m not going to stop.”

“I know.” He kisses my neck. “It’s probably the grouchy sheriff.”

“Whoever it is, I’m not going to stop.” I lay my cheek on his head, trying to brush off the letter, but deep down inside, I’m freaking out.

“Let’s get ready for bed,” he mumbles, grabbing my hand and turning off the light.

“You’re sleeping over?” I ask as he walks up the steps with me trailing him.

He turns on the lights in my bedroom, letting my hand go. “I’m not just going to drive you home and make you do the ‘walk of shame’ and then leave.” He uses his fingers to do the air quotes. “If people will shame you, I might as well spend the night so they can really know we banged.”

I clap my hands together, laughing. “We could just be sleeping.”

“We could”—he kicks off his shoes—“but we’re not going to be.

” He winks at me before he bends one arm, grabbing the back of his shirt, ripping it over his head, and tossing it to the side.

The minute I see his chest and tattoo, my stomach gets that flutter.

At first, I thought it was because I didn’t really eat, but then the same thing happened every time I saw it.

He’s, without a shadow of a doubt, the best I’ve ever had.

I can’t get enough of him, and from the way we went at it the last day and a half, neither can he.

“Well, it’s good to know I’m going to get lucky tonight.

” I walk to him, putting one hand on his stomach, the heat of him soaring through me before I kiss him.

“And maybe tomorrow before you leave.” I kiss the side of his neck before walking into my walk-in closet.

He doesn’t follow me as I undress and put my stuff to be dry-cleaned aside before grabbing a pair of a dark blush-pink satin shorts and matching tank top.

I walk back to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and doing my skincare routine.

When I walk back into the bedroom, his clothes are thrown on the bench in front of the bed and he’s sitting down with his back to the headboard as he flips the channels on the television.

“Comfy?” I ask, pulling the covers back and getting into bed.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” I look over at him as I fluff my pillows to lie against.

“My pj’s.” I look and lie back as I turn to watch the television and see what he’s stopped at.

“Why?” I look back over at him, seeing the perplexed way he’s looking at my top and then back up at me. “If we’re in bed together, it has to be naked.”

“Is that a rule?” I ask. “You’re not naked.” I reach out under the blanket, thinking I’m going to encounter his cotton boxers, but instead, my hand lands on his hard cock.

“Naked.” He tosses the remote to the side of the bed before covering me and pushing me on my back. “How am I supposed to just slide into you if there is a barrier?”

I smile at him, raising one of my hands up to touch his face. “Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Well, not besides my parents, who have to say that because they made me.” He bends to kiss the tip of my nose gently. “I’ve been called hot and all that, but never beautiful.”

“Well, you’re hot also,” I confirm as he smiles back at me, “but you are beautiful.”

“I figured I would have to be to land the most beautiful girl in town.” He kisses me, his tongue sliding in with mine.

My legs open for him as he plants himself in the middle of them.

“This is why you have to be naked,” he explains when he lets go of my lips and moves the kisses down to my neck. “I could have slid right in.”

“I will never come to bed with you with clothes on,” I declare as his hands frantically move to take off the satin pj set I’m wearing, leaving me naked. He wastes no time sliding into me. My back arches up as my legs wrap around him as if he was made for me. “Yes.”

“See?” he says, resting his forehead on mine as he fucks me.

“You were right.” I hold on to his sides as he moves into me faster. “You were so right.” I bite his jaw, and ten minutes later, I’ve come five times, and he’s just come on me again.

“You know that I shower, right,” I deadpan once he’s rubbed it into me, “and it gets washed away?”

“Yeah”—he gets out of the bed, and his cock is hanging sideways, still at half-mast—“but until then, you have my mark on you.”

I shake my head, getting out of bed with him. “That makes no sense.”

“To you because you aren’t a guy, you don’t get it.” He slaps my ass as we make it to the bathroom, where I open the shower door before starting the water, then closing it.

“Men are weird,” I mumble, watching him lean against the counter and fold his arms over his chest and cross his feet at the ankle. “Women don’t do any of this.”

He laughs. “You forget, I grew up with two sisters.” He mentions his sisters as I open the shower door again and check the water to see if the temperature is right, before stepping in. “You guys might not leave marks, but they’re always there.”

“Like how?” I turn and let the water cascade around my back.

“Showing up by accident where we are,” he relays, and I roll my eyes.

“That’s called stalking”—I point at him—“and I have never done that.”

“But you would with me.” He pushes off from the counter and comes to the shower. “Although, you wouldn’t really have to because if I’m out, you’re with me.”

“Not if it’s boys’ night.” He steps in, and I move out of the way so he can get some water on him.

“What if I want you there?” he asks softly. “Not the whole time, but what if it’s boys’ night, and I wanted you to come by and see me, would you?”

“Probably not,” I reply, even though my head screams yes at the same time I say the words.

“But if you did, you would come in and kiss me, wouldn’t you?” He grabs the loofah from the hook that is hanging and puts shower gel on it. “So everyone would know I’m yours.”

“I could not kiss you and then you would be free for the pickings,” I joke with him, earning me a glare, “and so would I.”

“Trust me”—he stands in front of me—“everyone is going to know you’re mine.”

“Relax, there’s no need to duel at dawn for me,” I joke with him, making him laugh. He washes me down and I wash his back before sliding into bed naked.

I wake up when his alarm rings, my eyes fluttering open as he reaches over and turns it off. “What time is it?” I ask from my side of the bed.

“Seven thirty.” He tosses the cover off himself and I turn on my back, stretching as I watch his ass walk to the bathroom.

“Can I wear a robe to go downstairs and make coffee, or do you want me to do that naked?” I ask him, and he glares at me over his shoulder, the sleep still in his eyes. “I’m just asking, I don’t know the rules.”

I get up and grab a robe from my office chair before walking downstairs to the kitchen and starting the coffee. Ten minutes later, he’s walking down the steps dressed in his clothes from yesterday as I take the milk out of the fridge.

“Do you want some breakfast?” I ask, and he grabs the cup of coffee I hand him, shaking his head and taking a sip. “Aren’t you going to be hungry?”

“I’ll be okay until lunch,” he assures me at the same time as the front door opens, and we both look over to see Theo walking in.

“Well, well, well.” He looks from me to Caleb. “I see the date is still going strong.”

I can’t help but laugh, grabbing my own cup of coffee and bringing it to my lips. “Do you want coffee?” I ask Theo.

Caleb snaps out, “No,” taking another sip of his coffee. “You make coffee for me and me only. He can make coffee for himself if he wants coffee.”

“That’s rude,” Theo says. “What if I wanted her to make me coffee?”

“She can’t make you coffee. She’s already making me coffee,” Caleb grumbles, and I gasp.

“Oh my God, is this some sort of ‘you can’t touch her she’s mine’ talk?” I ask, making them both laugh.

“I know you’re his,” Theo states. “Everyone knows that you’re off-limits.” I open my mouth in shock. “Why do you think no one makes eye contact with you?”

“I thought they were just scared of me.” I put my mug down. “What did you say to them?”

“Didn’t have to say anything to them.” He comes to stand next to me. “I fired one guy for overstepping, and then I was here day and night.”

“I thought that was to finish the job.” I look at him and then Theo, seeing him shaking his head, looking down, and laughing. “Good to know.” I grab my cup. “Now, I’m going to go up and get started with my day.” I tilt my head back and he bends to kiss my lips.

“I’ll call you later, baby,” he says softly.

“Maybe I’ll answer,” I threaten him, “or maybe I won’t.” I walk past him and then Theo. “Please make yourself at home.”