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SIERRA

“ T hat did not just happen,” I say.

I sit on the counter where Slater left me, dripping wet, still hot, totally and completely baffled by what had just happened.

“What the fuck?”

Sliding off the counter, I pace my brother’s apartment, getting angrier and more frustrated with every passing second. Of course, I’m angry at Slater for leaving me hanging like that. But irrationally, I’m angry at my brother, even though he’s not here, for getting in the way of something I want. And I want Slater. I have for a really long time, and to get so close to having him, only to be shut down because of the specter of my fucking brother infuriates me.

I let out a howl of outrage and stamp my foot on the floor. Monty hops up on the counter and stares at me with the sort of judgmental expression only a cat can give you. He doesn’t care about my frustration. He only cares about me giving him a treat. Which I do. It’s not Monty’s fault I’m seething and stuck in a pair of panties that are soaked through.

“What should I do, Monty?”

The cat says nothing. Still seething, I run into the bedroom and strip off my panties and throw them into the hamper. There doesn’t seem to be a point in putting on another pair right now since all that’s going to accomplish is ruining another pair. Besides, I don’t need to wear panties to go down and give Slater a piece of my mind. Which is what I’m going to do.

I leave my brother’s condo, slamming the door behind me, then angrily march over to Slater’s place and bang on the door. Part of me thinks he’s not going to answer and just hide from me. I raise my hand to knock again when the door flies open. I’m so surprised for a moment, I just stand there gaping at him like an idiot.

“What the hell was that, Slater?” I say none too quietly.

With a frown, he reaches out, grabs me by the shoulder, and pulls me inside, quickly shutting the door. It’s almost as if he’s afraid somebody will hear me. Folding my arms over my chest, I stare at him, my heart pounding and anger flowing through my veins.

“What the hell was that, Slater?”

“Look, you’re Derek’s kid sister. I can’t… We can’t?—”

“The hell we can’t.”

“Sierra—”

“I’m a grown woman, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Trust me, I’ve noticed,” he says. “But I’ve known you since you were a child?—”

“So?”

“I’m ten years older than you are?—”

“So what?”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Look, this isn’t about the sex. If that’s what this was about, that would be one thing. But I like you. A lot. More than I expected to. And I know your brother will never approve?—”

“I don’t give a damn what my brother does and doesn’t approve of,” I cut him off. “This is my life, and I’ll be with whoever I want to be with. My brother has no say in that.”

“You know how your brother is.”

“I don’t care about Derek here. This is my life. And he doesn’t get a say in how I live it.”

“I’ve known you almost your whole life?—”

“Again, so what?”

“Doesn’t it feel strange to you to be doing this?”

My arms still folded over my chest, I stare at him through eyes narrowed to slits. I’m so frustrated and angry that I can barely breathe.

“Let’s make this simple,” I seethe. “Do you like me?”

“I’ve already told you I do.”

“Do you want me?”

“I think that’s obvious,” he replies. “But your brother?—”

“Forget about Derek. He doesn’t get a vote here. And if he truly cares about us, all he’s going to want is for us to be happy,” I tell him. “But all that matters is how you feel about me. Because I know how I feel about you.”

I almost add that I’ve been in love with him since I was sixteen years old, but I decide to bite that off. Not only would that declaration be a little much right now, but it would likely remind him that I truly was just a kid. And I’m trying to get him to see beyond that. Slater’s face is hard, and for a moment, he remains firm and unconvinced in his belief that doing anything with me would betray his friendship with my brother.

But then something in his expression changes. It grows softer. Yet, in his eyes, I see the same fire burning inside me. He crosses the room and pushes me up against the door. His mouth crashes against mine with such force, it takes my breath away. His tongue lashes mine, and his hands roam my body as we seem to be picking up where we left off in the kitchen. He slides his hands up my thighs, slips them under my skirt, and then pulls back, a sensual little smile playing across his lips as his icy blue eyes lock with mine.

“No panties?” he asks, his voice husky.

“They were so wet, they were uncomfortable.”

“Fair enough.”

He kisses me again, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth. The heat and passion are consuming me, making me lightheaded, but my body feels like a live wire. Reaching down, I help Slater unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down. I grab hold of his dick and squeeze it as hard as I can. It’s so much bigger and thicker than I expected, and I suddenly worry it will hurt when he slides it into me. Although, I’m not so afraid that I’m not going to do it. The yearning to have him inside of me has been building far too long for me to chicken out.

As Slater picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. His hands slide under my ass, holding me in place as he wiggles his hips, and I gasp when I feel the head of his long, thick cock pressing against my center. He looks into my eyes, his expression sober.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“More than sure.”

A smile that gets me even wetter than I already am stretches his bow-shaped lips, and Slater kisses me again as he rolls his hips forward, slowly piercing my virgin core. He swallows my gasp and holds onto me tightly as a sharp pinch of pain grips me. Slater holds me up against the door as if I weigh nothing at all, giving me time to adjust to having him inside of me. He’s so thick and long, and the way he stretches me open is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The pain seems to heighten the rush of pleasure that flows through me.

“You okay?” he asks.

Biting my bottom lip, I nod. “Y-yeah. I’m good.”

He flashes me a wolfish smile that sends a powerful charge coursing through me. The pain ebbs and is replaced by a rush of strong endorphins, leaving me feeling giddy. Slater slowly starts to pump his hips, the feeling of him sliding along my slippery inner walls sending waves of fire washing through me.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I throw my head back and cry out, unable to contain myself. It just feels too incredible. Better than I ever thought it could. And definitely far better than anything I’ve ever done for myself.

“Oh God,” I gasp. “That’s so good.”

A low, gruff chuckle passes Slater’s lips, and when I open my eyes again, I see him staring straight at me, the heat in his eyes melting me. He uses his body to keep me pressed to the door and starts to slam himself into me harder and faster, touching off explosions of ecstasy as he drives himself into me.

“You like that, little girl?” he grunts.

“Yes, Daddy. I love that.”

He fucks me harder, driving himself deeper into me than I thought he could go. I feel a slight pinch of pain with every thrust, but it’s quickly wiped away by an overwhelming wave of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. Beads of sweat dot his brow as he pounds himself into me, and the veins standing out on his neck tell me he’s straining—not from holding me up. He’s trying to keep from coming.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby girl,” he says, his voice a low, deep rumble. “You feel so fucking good. Too good. I need to slow down?—”

Gripping his shoulders, I tighten my inner muscles, and Slater lets out a long, lusty cry as he loses his rhythm. I giggle as he gives me a look and sets me down.

“I’m not ready to come yet, little girl,” he says.

“Tell me what you want, Daddy.”

That wolfish grin crosses his lips again, and rather than answer me, he turns me around and bends me over. Slater slaps my ass so hard, I know there’s a bright red handprint on my cheek, and though I squeal, I bite my bottom lip as pleasure pulses through me. Putting my hands on the door to brace myself, I look over my shoulder, watching as Slater steps up and, without warning, drives that incredible cock into me again. A gasp bursts from my mouth as he fills me up, and I wince as a ripple of pain shoots through my body. Just as fast, the bliss I feel having him inside of me comes rushing in once more.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I tell him. “Give it to your little girl.”

“You are a filthy little girl, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, Daddy.”

His smile makes my legs weak and my heart quiver. The hunger in his eyes makes my heart swell. He seems to be looking at me like I’m his possession now. Like he’s claimed me as his own. My pussy is dripping wet, and the way he’s looking at me makes the heat between my thighs burn even hotter as he starts to pump his cock into me again. Every thrust sends currents of electricity shooting through me. When Slater grabs my hair and yanks my head back hard, I cry out.

“Fuck, yes, Daddy,” I cry out.

Gripping my hair with one hand, Slater smacks my ass as he fucks me with a crazed energy that sends my juices spilling down my thighs. This is like everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s everything that’s ever turned me on. Only, it’s so much better than I ever thought it could be. Never in my life did I really ever believe I’d get the chance to have sex with Slater Kirkland. It was a silly girlhood crush I thought would always go unrequited. But feeling him pounding himself deep into me, fulfilling every filthy little fantasy I’ve ever had, has my head spinning wildly and my heart jumping into my throat. It’s everything I’ve always wanted. And more.

The sharp crack of his hand slapping my ass fills my ears a moment before I feel the sting of it. And when it does, I draw in a sharp breath and grit my teeth. But the sheer rapture of it overwhelms the pain once more and makes me shudder. With my head still pulled back, I cry out as I come so hard, I feel like I can’t breathe. My legs are shaking so hard, I fear they’re going to give out beneath me, but Slater holds me up. The orgasm tearing through me is so intense, I’m half-afraid my heart is going to give out. But it feels so incredible; I’d call it a fair trade.

Slater lets out a strained moan, and when I turn my head, I see him pull his cock out of me and erupt, shooting thick, white ropes of come all over my ass. It’s a sight that sends another quake through my intimate parts and makes me smile. Seeing his spent seed coating my pale flesh is filthy and is such a turn-on that if I weren’t sore from my first experience with his big cock, I’d beg him to go again.

Both of us are out of breath but smiling. I stand up and turn to him, allowing Slater to take me into his arms and pull me to him. I feel the fabric of my sundress sticking to his jizz on my ass and giggle, feeling every bit like the dirty little girl I enjoy being with him. Slater looks down and kisses me gently.

“That was intense,” he says.

“That was incredible.”

He pauses, and we’re both quiet for a long minute, just standing there, gazing into each other’s eyes. As we do, I see a shadow crossing his face, and his smile falters slightly.

“This is going to be complicated, isn’t it?” he asks.

“Only if we make it complicated,” I reply. “So, I say we don’t.”

“That has my vote.”

He smiles again but can’t quite hide the glimmer of doubt in his eyes.