Page 8 of Falling for Sierra

Fingers burrowed into his hair, pulling him close as Sierra’s back arched. She cried out as she tugged him closer, making sure he didn’t stop until he hit the spot she needed.

Blake unhooked the back of her bra then played his hands over her body. Skimming his hands down her body, pushing the cups of her bra off as he went. He cupped and squeezed the rounded fullness of her breasts, flicked a thumb over the taut nub of her nipple, then skimmed down her belly to run his hands down her legs.

“More.” Sierra’s fingers curled into his scalp, the sting as she pulled his hair blending in with the pleasure as he worked his way up her body with kisses and soft, gentle nips of her skin.

Sierra picked up one of the square packets from the bed beside her, tore it open and reached for him. Blake let her push his briefs off his hips, then took over and slipped them off before moving back to her. She unrolled the latex barrier with an ease born of practice. Once he was completely covered, she pushed him back until he lay on his back, staring up at her as she moved over him.

Blake was used to having to make every move himself. It was nice to have a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it for a change.

Sierra flung one leg over his body until she knelt, one knee on either side of his waist as she gazed down. Her long blonde hair curled around her breasts. Her berry-colored nipples peeking through the tendrils that hid the pert globes from his view.

No longer caring to resist the temptation he cupped the roundness that called to him as she lined up his cock with her opening and slowly sank down over him, pressing him deeper into her heat with every breath. The slow penetration like to drove him to the edge of his control. He wanted to roll over, lay her down and take things at his speed but was able to resist, if only barely.

Once he was fully embedded in Sierra, her hips resting against his, she twisted her hips in a slow circle. Blake clenched his teeth as sensations flooded him. His hands fell to the bed beside him, and he clutched at the bedspread to keep from taking over. She leaned forward her breasts flattening against his chest, and she gave him a hard kiss as her hips moved. He did his best to return the kiss, but Sierra kept moving her hips, distracting him. She lifted up, until he slid nearly all the way out of her body then pushed back again, stealing what little bit of concentration he had left.

Blake lost himself in the pleasure washing through him. All that mattered was Sierra and what was happening between the two of them. The rest of the world, the rest of the room ceased to exist as his world narrowed to what was happening between himself and Sierra. It seemed like moments until pleasure and joy exploded around them. She collapsed against his chest as they both fought to catch their breath.

Blake wrapped his arms around her, held her close and couldn’t imagine being here, like this, with anyone else.

CHAPTER 4

“Tell me about you.” Blake sat in the passenger seat of Sierra’s beloved mid-sized SUV watching her as she drove toward the first property on her list to show him.

“There’s not much to tell,” Sierra said with a shrug. “I grew up here. I sell real estate to pay the bills and finance my hobby as a romance writer. You already know it all.” She glanced at him then looked back at the road. She had a hard time keeping her eyes on the road as her mind kept flashing on snapshots from the night before.

“Did you go to school?”

“I did. I got my degree from UW Casper.”

“Why come back then?”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You were gone, out of here. Escaped. You could have gone anywhere from there. Why did you come back here? Why not go to Denver, Dallas, stay in Casper? Why come back?”

Sierra turned off the highway onto a long, paved driveway, pulled over to the shoulder and put the transmission in park before giving him her full attention. She stared at him a moment, trying to read his expression, but not getting anywhere.

“Are you telling me I should have left when I had the chance or trying to figure out why I didn’t?” She was trying to keep from getting angry. The idea that he thought Hawthorne was somewhere to escape from made her want to yell, but she held it in. Berating a client was not the way to make a sale. Not to mention not the way to get him to repeat the night before. And even if his short visit here was all that was between them, she wanted to repeat it.

“The latter.” He watched her with an intense curiosity she had a hard time understanding. “I’ve looked at settling down and buying property in a lot of places. I’ve talked to people who live in each, trying to find where would be best to raise a family. I have specific things I’m looking for and part of it is a place where people like to be. Where the people raised there aren’t all looking to get away and go somewhere better.”

That made her feel a little better. He wasn’t insulting her home, just trying to find out why she loved it enough to come back when she didn’t have to. Maybe a night or two of the mind blowing ecstasy he’d shown her the night before wouldn’t be all of it then.

“Part of it is my family.” She gave him a lopsided smile before putting the vehicle back in gear and continuing down the driveway. “I like being near them. Not that I was all that far away, even in Casper. But we have a good community here. When something happens or someone falls on hard times, the community pulls together and does what they can to help.”

“What do you mean? Can you give me an example?”

“Last year we had an elderly lady who lives with her daughter fall and break her hip. She’s mostly wheelchair bound now. Her daughter’s home was pretty wheelchair accessible, except it was almost impossible to get into. Every entrance had at least three steps, which Mrs. Calloway had to be carried up and down every time she left the house.

“The people of Hawthorne did what we do. The Harrisons at the hardware store donated the materials, and a couple of our local handymen donated their time. Together they built a ramp, so Mrs. Calloway and her daughter didn’t have to struggle so badly every time she needed to leave.”

“Do Mrs. Calloway and her daughter not have the money to have it done?”

Sierra shook her head. “They’re both retired. Mrs. Calloway’s daughter is in her seventies. Yet that didn’t stop her from carrying her mother up and down the steps every time she needed to get out.”

Blake blinked. “Is there no one in town with enough money to just pay for the job to be done?”

“There is. Several in fact. But that’s not how we do things. It was a community thing. Several people who had no skills to offer showed up to help, still more brought food to feed the crew and the family. It was a community helping each other thing, not a charity thing, which would have made Mrs. Calloway and her daughter feel bad.” She shrugged; not sure she could make him understand.

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