Page 93 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
BEN
“Lily’s up,”Sienna calls through the bathroom door. “I got her.”
“K. Thanks!” I turn on the water in the shower, still chuckling about the look on Sienna’s face when I pounced on her a few minutes ago. I love teasing that girl. She makes me laugh, and no one makes me laugh.
And that sex? There are no words to describe it. Otherworldly, maybe. Transcendent?
I love how uninhibited she is. How she’s always up for anything. Just thinking about her tits bouncing in my face makes my dick swell again.
I squeeze my cock with a laugh.
With all the shit going on right now, I should not be smiling. Sienna has that effect on me, though.
And Jesus, she’s hot. But it’s the way she gives herself to me that leaves me speechless. The way she looks at me. The way she trusts me. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but having this woman in my life is humbling.
I’m not known for communicating, but I want to find a way to show her I appreciate her. That she matters.
After I rinse my body and dry all of the pertinent parts, I wrap the towel around my waist and head back to my room to grab some clothes.
Except when I see who’s standing at the front door with her mouth hanging open, her stare darting between me and Sienna, I wish I was wearing more than this damp cloth.
My sister Gabby must realize I’m standing here half-naked because she screeches and slaps her hand over her eyes.
“Guess this makes up for that time you walked in on me and Rider, huh?” She’s too amused for it to be anything close to what I experienced.
“We can call it even,” I say as I shake my head at Sienna and mouth ‘No way.’
Sienna makes a face at me, like she’s mortified, and clutches her robe tighter to her body. “So sorry, Gabby! We meant to tell you that we’re... we’re... uh.” She looks at me. “We’re what?”
“Dating,” I say. The word feels foreign to me, but that’s what we said this was, right? A bona fide relationship. We’re definitely more than friends with benefits. Internally, I scoff at myself for thinking I could mess around with Sienna a few times and not get addicted.
I breathe through a brief bout of panic. Am I scared to do this? Absolutely. Am I terrified I’m gonna fuck it up somehow? Definitely. Can I let her go? No fucking way.
I need to take my time. See where things go. I was insane about Janelle when we were kids, and look what she did to me. Not that I can envision Sienna betraying my trust, but since neither of us is good at this kind of thing, it’s prudent to go slow.
Even if it’s hard to put on the brakes.
She turns back to my sister. “Are you mad?”
“Not at all, weirdo. I love you guys. You’re two of my favorite people on the planet. I’m actually thrilled. Catching y’all two seconds after having sex, though, not so much, but...”
“Oh, my God, shut up!” Sienna laughs, and I know all is well when she and Gabby hug awkwardly.
I hold up a finger because I’d like to be wearing more than a towel when I talk to my sister. I duck into my room to change into jeans and a t-shirt.
Lily is sitting in her crib, sucking on her thumb.
“Hey, peanut.” She holds her arms up to me, and I smile. “Hang tight. Daddy needs some clothes.”
Except how the hell do I change with my daughter sitting there?
I head to the small closet and turn on the light. This’ll have to do. I close the door and wrangle on some jeans.
When I’m decent, I grab Lily.
“You ready to meet your aunt Gabby?” My sister is gonna shit her pants. In a good way, I hope.
“I want Mama.” Her lower lip juts out in a way that reminds me so much of Janelle, a pang of regret rolls through me. Not that I wish we were back together, but a part of me laments that my daughter will never know what it’s like to have her mom and dad at home with her.
