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SLATER

I t’s been a few days since the blowout at my place with Derek. Sierra and I haven’t spoken since, and it’s been killing me. But the last thing I want to do is cause any more problems between her and her brother—something I knew was a real possibility when we first started up together. The whole time we were doing our thing, I knew it would be a problem for Derek. But the more time I spent with Sierra, the harder I tried to convince myself that he’d be okay with it and would be happy for us. Delusion is almost as powerful and addictive a drug as Sierra is.

The truth was I stopped caring long ago whether Derek approved of us or not. I was being selfish. Foolish. And now, my relationship with my best friend, not to mention the relationship with a woman I care about more than I ever thought I’d care about anybody, is in absolute shambles. With a sigh, I knock on the door and wait. A moment later, it opens, and Moni is standing in front of me. She frowns.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hey.”

“Sierra here?”

She hesitates, and for a moment, it doesn’t look like she’s going to let me in. Sierra’s obviously upset I went radio silent on her for the last few days. I don’t blame her. Eventually, Moni opens the door and steps aside. I step into the dorm room and find Sierra sitting cross-legged on her bed. She’s wearing pink sweats, thick gray socks, and a gray hoodie. Her hair is a mess, her eyes are red and puffy, and she’s holding a crumpled tissue in her fist. Seeing her like that makes me feel like an absolute asshole.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hey.”

“I’m going to go grab some coffee,” Moni says. “I’ll be back.”

She gathers her things and scampers out of the room, leaving us alone. I stand in the middle of the room and slide my hands into my pockets, not quite sure how to begin.

“I tried calling you. Texted you too,” she said.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Why did you just ignore me?”

“I wanted to call you back.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I just thought, after what happened with your brother, that we both needed a little time.”

“Would have been nice if you’d told me that,” she says.

“I know,” I reply softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” she asks. “Why did you ignore me?”

I sigh and sit on the edge of her bed. Unable to look her in the eye, I gaze at the floor beneath my feet.

“I don’t have a good answer for you, Sierra. I know we’re both hurting right now, and … I just wasn’t sure how to handle everything I’ve been feeling. I just needed a little time to figure out what I was feeling and put all my thoughts and feelings into order,” I tell her. “I know that doesn’t take away any of the hurt I caused you by freezing you out these last few days, and I’m kicking my own ass for doing it. I never want to hurt you.”

“And yet, you did.”

“I know. And I’m sorry. Sorrier than I can ever express.”

She pauses for a moment and seems to be absorbing my words. She uses her tissue to wipe her eyes then turns to me.

“And have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Figure out what you were feeling?”

I hesitate, then nod. “I have.”

“And?”

“And I’ve decided that if your brother can’t accept us, then it’s going to be his loss,” I say softly. “I love Derek and always will, but … but I love you too, Sierra.”

Her eyes widen and her full lips part, shock on her face. She’s silent for a minute, seeming to be grappling with what I just said. It clearly wasn’t what she was expecting to hear.

“Y-you love me?” she asks.

“I do. I’m sorry it took me a couple of days to be able to say it,” I tell her. “But that’s what I feel. I just thought … I just wanted you to know.”

Having said what I needed to say to her, I get to my feet and start for the door. But Sierra grabs my hand and pulls me back down onto the bed. She climbs into my lap, straddling me, and wraps her arms around the back of my neck. Her green eyes sparkle, and her full lips curl upward as she looks at me.

“I love you too,” she says with a breath of relief. “I love you so very much.”

Before I can reply, her mouth crashes into mine, and she kisses me long and hard. She grinds herself against my thickening cock as her tongue swirls languidly around mine. I pull back for a moment and look her in the eye, the corner of my mouth quirking upward.

“So, you forgive me?” I ask.

“This time,” she says. “Just don’t do it again. This is only going to work if we actually talk to each other, even if the subject is uncomfortable.”

“Noted. And I will. I promise.”

“Good boy,” she replies. “Now, take off your pants.”

“What about Moni?”

“She won’t be back for a little while.”

She jumps off my lap and strips down as she walks across her small dorm room. Grabbing a coat hanger, she opens the door, hangs it on the outside knob, closes the door, and locks it again before turning to me.

“There. Even if she does come back early, she won’t come barging in,” she says.

I laugh. “Nice.”

She comes back to the bed and pushes me down onto my back. Jumping up on top of me quickly, Sierra grabs my cock and strokes it as she looks into my eyes with a sultry smile playing across her lips. She strokes her clit with the tip of my dick and moans softly, the friction of our bodies sending bolts of lighting arcing through me. She raises her hips, and I watch with rapt attention as she nestles the head of my staff, already glistening with her juices, between the velvety folds of her sex. Lowering herself down on me, Sierra throws her head back, a low, soft moan passing her lips as she sinks down onto my cock, taking it all inside of her.

“Jesus,” she says. “That feels so good.”

When I’m fully sheathed inside of her, Sierra leans forward and puts her hands flat on my chest, bracing herself. Slowly, she starts to roll her hips, rising and falling on my cock. She bites her bottom lip, an expression of sheer bliss on her face that was punctuated by slight grimaces of pain as she took me into her. I slide my hands up her thighs to her hips, mesmerized by the sway of her tits and the roll of her hips as she rides me. I love watching my dick disappear inside of her as she sinks onto me. It’s sexy as hell.

Grabbing her by the hips, I start to roll her over, but she slaps my hands away and shakes her head, staying in rhythm on top of me. Her movements are slow and sensual, and her eye contact is direct and unflinching, which I find so fucking sexy. She leans down, her pert nipples brushing my chest, and runs the tip of her tongue around my lips.

“My God,” I murmur.

There’s a softness to her that I’m not used to when we have sex. Sierra likes it hard and rough. But today, she’s moving slowly and sensually. Her languid movements and eye contact take our coupling to an even greater layer of intensity than we’ve experienced before. My body is shaking, and my cock is already throbbing. The feeling of sliding along the warm, wet walls of her tight little pussy is incredible and is pushing me toward the brink already.

Sierra’s nails dig into my chest, and her body clenches up around me as she sinks onto my cock, taking me as deep as she can. She bites her bottom lip and throws her head back, writhing wildly on top of me as she cries out. Her pussy pulses around my cock as she comes. The sight of her orgasming on top of me is intoxicating. Mesmerizing. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life.

As her orgasm ebbs, she leans forward. Her thick hair brushes my chest, and she kisses me with a tenderness that’s both sweet and erotic at the same time. Her green eyes sparkle as she keeps her eyes on mine. At the same time, Sierra keeps rolling her hips, riding me with a hypnotic and seductive rhythm, pumping herself up and down on my staff, her pussy gripping me tighter than her fist. My balls tighten, and I feel my dick swell as I reach the pinnacle.

Sierra leans down, and I shudder as her full lips brush my ear. “Come for me, Daddy.”

And with that, I explode. My cock pulses and throbs as I fill her with my warm, sticky seed. Sierra sits up and turns her face upward, her eyes closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she moans, the sensation of me spurting inside of her, touching off another orgasm of her own.

I grip her hips, clinging to her tightly as she milks the last of my seed out of me. And when I’m drained, she slumps forward, resting her head on my chest. We lie together in complete but satisfied silence for several long minutes, waiting for our breathing and hearts to slow. I wrap my arms around her and hold Sierra’s warm, soft body close to mine. The sensation of her body pressed to mine is one I know I’ll never get tired of and something I want to feel every single night. This is heaven to me.

“Thank you for forgiving me,” I say.

She sits up again and kisses me lightly. Her green eyes are dazzling and glitter in the soft lighting of her room, and the smile that touches her lips is enough to melt my heart. In the bars I’ve worked at, I’ve heard some kids talking about somebody being their “end game.” It’s only now, at this moment, that I fully understand what they mean.

“I love you, Sierra Kelly. I love you with everything in me,” I say.

Her eyes shimmer, seeming to fill with tears as she looks at me. “I love you too, Slater Kirkland. With everything in me.”

Sierra is mine. She is my end game. And I will do everything in my power to make sure she not just knows but feels that every single day for the rest of her life.