Page 62 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

“Goodnight, Sienna.”

The open window blows cool air into the room, and I’ve noticed the temperature dropping the last few nights. I hope it means we’re in for an early fall. I’m so over this hot, muggy bullshit. I think what I really need is a few hours on my bike, the open road, and wind at my back. I wonder if Sienna would be up for going with me. I want to get her on the back of my bike. A place reserved only for our old ladies.

Sienna tosses and turns several times next to me while I’m lost in my own head, and I wonder if she’s battling the same things. These feelings, this pull to each other. Neither of us expected it, and I’d bet my life she’s struggling with that. Butfuck if I’m not crazy about her, completely obsessed with making her feel good and confident.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask after she flips over two more times.

“Yes. No. Restless. I can’t sleep, can’t shut my mind off.”

“What do you normally do to get your nervous system to calm?”

“I don’t. I always hover in this cruel in-between space of semi-sleep.”

I roll over onto my side, running the tips of my fingers slowly down her arm. “You slept last night, though, next to me.”

“Don’t be too flattered. I’m sure it was the orgasm,” she quips. I laugh, deep and low, knowing she’s probably not completely wrong. But I know it’s partly because of me, too. She said so herself. I calm her nervous system.

“That probably had something to do with it, sweetheart, you’re not wrong there.”

“Yeah . . .” she whispers, rubbing her thighs together. I’d bet my life she’s replaying my fingers playing with her clit until she came on my hand this morning. Fuck I loved the feel of her in my arms, the way her body arched into me, her silky pussy so soft against my fingers. My cock hardens at the thought.

Fuck. I know what will help make her sleep, something I’ve been dreaming about for a long-ass time now. Especially after tasting her on my fingers.

I sit up, pushing the sheets off of us, sliding down so my face is near her hips, my hands massaging her thighs.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping.”

“By doing what, exactly?”

“You like my touch, right? And we’re helping you be okay with it?”

“I’m more than okay with your touch, Axel.” I smirk against her hip, dropping a chaste kiss over the fabric of the shirt.

“Good.” I drop another kiss, slightly lower this time. “Can I kiss you, Sienna?”

“We said no?—”

“Not your mouth. Can I kiss between your legs?” Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling harder now. I know she wants this, her hips are already chasing my mouth, her body knowing exactly what it wants.

“How is that going to help?”

“Trust me, sweetheart, once my mouth is on your pussy, you won’t be able to think about anything else. And after you come? You’re gonna get the best sleep of your life. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you since the moment I met you, but if you’re not ready, if you don’t want this . . .”

“Axel . . .”

“Tell me you want this, Sienna. Tell me you want me to lick your pussy. Tell me you want me to make you come. And if you don’t, I’ll happily just hold you while you sleep.”

She hesitates for a moment, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, eyes darting back and forth frantically between my own, searching for the lie, searching for the truth. She has to know by now I’d do anything for her, and eating her pussy until she comes on my tongue is the easiest thing I’ll ever do for her. Something I’m realizing is every request Sienna makes. I naturally want to do whatever she needs. It’s easy, simple, and never a fucking hardship. I know it’ll help clear her mind and help her sleep. Fuck, if this works, we can make it a nightly routine. She needs orgasms before bed? Fucking easy. I’ll eat her pussy anytime she needs.

“Yeah, Axel. I want it.”

I smile up at her as I drop a chaste kiss to her panty line, my fingers dipping into the waistband anddragging the thin fabric down her legs. She helps kick them off, and then I get settled between her thighs, pulling one leg over my shoulder, and pushing the other outward to stretch her open.

“Such a good girl. Relax for me, okay? And if you don’t like it, just tell me to stop. I don’t do games. Stop means stop. No means no. Those are your safe words. Got it?”

“Yes.” She smiles. I clock everything: her lip between her teeth, her glossy, aroused eyes, the way her hands are balled at her sides into the sheets, her breathing. She’s wound so fucking tight.