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  I wasn’t done with her yet. I intended on showing her what a real man would do with her body if she was his.

  Lifting her up, I set her on the sofa and stood. “Stand behind the sofa, Sierra. I’m fucking you from behind.”

  “I’ve never . . . I mean . . .”

  Damn it. That asshole husband of hers neglected her in every possible way.

  Pulling her up, I walked her around to the back of the sofa. “Lean against the sofa and spread your legs open.”

  I dropped to the ground and before she could protest, I buried my face in her pussy.

  “Mother of all . . . oh God yes!” All it took was a couple of sucks on her clit and she was screaming out my name again. In the middle of her orgasm, I stood up and spun her around, pushing her over the sofa. Spreading her legs apart, I buried my dick deep inside her. Sierra hissed through her teeth, “Fuck!”

  Grabbing her hips, I began to fuck her hard and fast. She began calling out my name and a few other words I couldn’t make out. The way her body responded to mine was unreal. I was sure it was because she had not had sex in so long, and had never had a good fucking before.

  Pulling out, I told her to turn around. Lifting her up, I sank her back down on my dick. I turned and walked up against the door to the garage and pushed her against it. Looking into my eyes, Sierra hissed out, “Yes. Oh God yes!”

  I began to move in and out of Sierra. Her pussy was so fucking tight and it had taken everything in me not to come the moment my dick sank deep into her. “Sierra, come again for me.”

  Sierra began thrashing her head back and forth. “Can’t. I’ve never . . .”

  I pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in hard. Screaming out, Sierra began moving along with me and it didn’t take long for her to cry out in pleasure again. I’d fucked plenty of girls, but this was different. Sierra needed to know what it was like to have a man desire her body. What it was like to let go and enjoy sex to the fullest. Seeing her let herself go and knowing I was helping her to move on and gain some self-esteem was amazing.

  “Yeah, I can feel you pulling my cock in further.”

  Her eyes lit up as she bit down on her lip. “Tristan, God I’m coming so damn hard.”

  Smiling, I gave her my all until I couldn’t hold it back. “I’m gonna come, Sierra.” I whispered as I called out her name and poured my cum into the condom.

  Sierra dropped her head back against the door as we both took a few moments to get our breath back. Sierra whispered, “I feel you jumping inside me still.” Giving me a drop dead gorgeous smile, she purred, “That was amazing.”

  Chuckling, I lifted her up and pulled out of her. “Yeah, it was. Are you tired?” I asked as I picked her up and carried her over to the sofa.

  Sierra stretched out on the sofa as she took slow, deep breaths to calm down her breathing. “Yes. I’ve never done anything like that before. I can’t seem to . . . to catch my breath.” Pulling the condom off, I walked into the kitchen and tossed it in the garbage.

  Walking back into the living room, Sierra was smiling at me. “What?” I asked.

  “I’ve never met someone so confident in himself.”

  Lifting my eyebrow, I tilted my head. “Once I know what I want, I go for it.”

  “I’ll say.”

  Walking over to the sofa, I motioned for her to move over. I crawled in behind her and pulled her to my body.

  Taking in a deep breath, Sierra blew her air out slowly. “You know I don’t need you to coddle me, Tristan.”

  “I know, Sierra. I want to hold you, if that’s okay.”

  Her body relaxed a bit as we laid there for a good ten minutes with neither of us talking. I didn’t feel like we had done anything wrong. It was obvious we both wanted each other. I hadn’t known Sierra all that long, but I liked her company. Her friendship. If we hadn’t done this now, it would have probably gotten in the way of our friendship.

  “Tristan, this doesn’t change anything between us. I mean, the sexual tension was for sure there, but our friendship feels like the more dominant feeling.”

  Pulling her in closer, I took in a deep breath as I inhaled her smell. “I’ve grown to really enjoy your company and if we hadn’t done it now, we would have sooner or later, Sierra.”

  “You weren’t lying when you said you were good in bed. Holy shit, I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked. And how in the hell do you manage to give a girl three . . . no wait, I’m pretty sure I tipped four, orgasms?”

  Laughing, I eased up on my hold of her. “I can’t imagine what you’d be like making love to someone you truly loved, Tristan.”

  The image of Ryn and me in the hunters cabin popped into my head. Closing my eyes, for the first time in my life, I fought to hold back my tears.

  Smiling, I kissed the back of her head. “Do you want me to make love to you, Sierra?”

  Turning in my arms, she looked at me for a good twenty seconds or so. Shaking her head she whispered, “No. The next time you make love to a woman, Tristan, it should be with the woman you love with all your heart.”

  Swallowing hard, I nodded. Leaning down, I brushed my lips against Sierra’s. Her hand moved up and through my hair where she tugged on it slightly. “I need to go and help my father finish up painting.”

  “Are you leaving after that?” I asked as I searched her eyes. The hurt was gone, but I couldn’t tell what replaced it. Was she really okay with all of this?

  Smiling, she nodded. “Yeah. Thank you, Tristan. Thank you for everything.”

  There was a glow about Sierra’s face as she thanked me. In a way, Sierra taught me something about myself as well. I was bound and determined to make up for the mistake I made ten months ago. “Thank you, Sierra.”

  Sierra moved and stood. She began pulling her bra over her magnificent tits. I watched as she got dressed. I was surprised my attraction for her hadn’t changed. One thing I knew for sure, the sexual tension between us was definitely sedated.

  Reaching over, I grabbed my shorts and pulled them back on. Sierra handed me my T-shirt and I slipped it over my head. She began walking over to her purse, but I reached for her hand and pulled her back to me.

  “Friends?”

  Giving me a big ole grin, she nodded her head. “Yes, friends for sure. I already programmed my cell and work number in your phone and put BFF next to my name.”

  Laughing, I shook my head as I followed her to the front door. Before opening the door, she turned and looked at me. “I am faced with two serious problems now though.”

  My smile faded. “What?”

  She took in a deep breath and quickly exhaled. “My vibrator will never be able to compete with those orgasms. And, I’m pretty sure my next boyfriend’s performance in bed will be measured up to the amazing fucking I just got.”

  Laughing, I pulled her into my chest and hugged her. “Go paint, crazy girl.”

  Stepping back, Sierra threw me a wink and held up her hand as she walked out and yelled over her shoulder, “Later, Tom!”

  RUNNING BACK ALONG THE BEACH, I realized I was near Tristan’s family’s beach house. Glancing over, I saw Tristan and Sierra on the deck.

  Placing my hand on my stomach, I felt sick as I watched Tristan take Sierra into the house. Was he taking her in to make love to her? How serious was their relationship? Sierra had said they were just having fun. That didn’t look like having fun. Pulling my eyes from the house, I ran as fast as I could two houses down. Sierra’s dad was painting the back of the house that faced out over the Gulf of Mexico. Lifting his hand, he shouted a hello.

  I couldn’t find my voice. I lifted my hand and smiled weakly before slipping in through the back sliding glass door. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed the counter and began trying to get my breathing under control. That was twice I’d seen Tristan and Sierra in an intimate moment.

  I was slowly beginning to dislike Sierra. Closing my eyes, Dodge fucking me against the very counter I held on to caused me to open
my eyes and take a few steps back.

  Placing my hands up over my mouth, I slowly shook my head. I dropped my hands. “What is wrong with me?” I shouted. Here I had been letting Dodge fuck me the last few days and I was upset that Tristan was with someone else. I pushed my fingers against my temples and began massaging them.

  “Shit! Shit! Shit! I hate you, Tristan Williams!” Dropping to the floor, I pulled my legs into my chest. Resting my chin on my knees, I let my tears fall as I whispered, “I hate you, Tristan.”

  I quickly sat up and looked around. The doorbell had rung and woke me from a dead sleep. Hearing it ring again, I jumped up and headed over to it. Peeking through the peephole I saw Sierra.

  Shit.

  Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and slowly let it out as I plastered a fake smile on my face. Opening the door quickly, I scared Sierra by practically shouting, “Hey, Sierra!”

  Smiling, she looked me up and down. “Are you okay?”

  Making a face like I had no idea why she would ask me that, I replied, “Yeah. I’m doing . . . great. How are you? Been a good day?”

  I rolled my eyes inward. Jesus what’s wrong with me?

  Sierra tilted her head and paused for a moment. Something about her was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. “The painting is all done so you can enjoy the rest of your vacation in total privacy.”

  My mouth opened slightly. “Oh, does that mean you’re leaving? I mean, um, are you headed back to Austin or . . .”

  Sierra smiled sweetly. “I’m headed back to Austin. I only took a few days off to work on this and visit with my father. Maybe when you get back we can grab dinner and catch a movie?”

  Is she for real? She’s fucking my ex-boyfriend and she wants to go to a movie?

  Attempting to smile, I nodded. “Yeah. Sure, maybe we could.”

  Sierra looked into my eyes and I was instantly taken by the tenderness in her blue eyes. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your vacation, Ryn.”

  Smiling weakly, I nodded my head and watched as Sierra turned to walk away. “Sierra?”

  Stopping, she turned and looked at me. “I . . . um . . . I know I have no right asking this and it is not any of my business, but are you and Tristan . . . um . . . dating?”

  Something flashed across her face quickly before she smiled and shook her head. “No, Ryn. He’s just a friend, that’s all.”

  Chewing on my bottom lip, I decided to just ask about what I saw instead of letting it eat me alive. “I saw the two of you earlier, kissing, and Tristan carried you into the house.”

  Sierra walked up to me and took my hands in hers. “I think we were just trying to see if there was anything at all there.”

  I fought to hold my tears back. My voice cracked as I went to ask her what they found out. I hated how weak my voice sounded. “Was there?”

  Lifting the corner of her mouth, she said, “No, honey. Tristan and I are just meant to be friends.”

  I instantly felt my body relax. I knew this was so unfair of me, especially knowing that Sierra had heard Dodge and I having sex. “I can’t imagine what you think of me, Sierra. Here I’m asking about Tristan’s love life and I’ve been . . . I’ve been with Dodge and . . .”

  Squeezing my hand, Sierra looked into my eyes. “Talk to him, Ryn. I know he hates how things ended with the two of you. Talk. To. Him.”

  Nodding my head slowly, I said, “I’ll think about it.”

  Sierra’s smile faded some as she nodded her head. Giving me a wink, she turned and headed to her car.

  Shutting the door, I leaned against it. My heart ached knowing that Tristan and Sierra slept together. It wasn’t fair of me to feel angry but I did. Closing my eyes, I knew the real reason I was upset. I was jealous of Sierra and the relationship she had with Tristan. I needed to get out for a while. Walking to the kitchen to grab my keys and phone, I decided I would not think about Dodge or Tristan. I needed to clear my head. As much as I adored Dodge, I knew I didn’t want the same thing he wanted.

  Checking my phone, I saw I had two text messages. Opening them up, one was from a client who couldn’t seem to understand I was on vacation, and the other was from Dodge.

  Dodge: Missing you, baby. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get back down there. Sorry. Things are crazy here at the club.

  Hitting reply, I typed out my response.

  Me: No worries, Dodge. I think I need some time alone to think things through. Take care of the club. I’ll call you when I get back.

  Dodge responded immediately.

  Dodge: I hope that means you’re thinking about us and our relationship.

  Ugh. There he goes using the words us and relationship. I backed out of my text messages and dropped my phone into my purse. I’d deal with Dodge when I got back to Austin. Right now, I needed some shopping therapy.

  South Padre had some pretty awesome shops that were tucked away on the side streets. Sierra had told me to check them out. Stepping into Sisters Interior, I smiled. Oh, yea. This was my kind of store. Sierra just moved up a little bit more onto my good side with this place.

  Walking around the store, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I loved buying things for my house back in Austin. It was my place and I could do whatever I wanted with it. No overbearing mother to try and control how I decorated it. I cringed thinking back to the day I set up my dorm room. She did it exactly how she wanted. The moment she walked out the door, I spent the rest of the day re-arranging it to how I wanted it.

  I let out a small gasp when I saw a mirror hanging on the wall. It was beautiful. The mirror was framed in a brushed-silver finish, but the inside frame had the most unusual pastel pattern design. I walked up and admired it. Turning, I looked for an employee. A young girl with dark-red hair began walking up to me.

  “May I help you?”

  Grinning like a fool, I pointed to the mirror. “How much is this mirror?”

  “It’s eleven hundred dollars.”

  I was pretty sure my eyes about popped out of my head. “Come again?”

  The sales lady giggled. “I know, it’s a bit of sticker shock. But it’s one of kind and the artist lives here in South Padre.”

  Turning back to the mirror, I debated if I wanted to spend that kind of money.

  No. I didn’t. Not for a damn mirror. I began gnawing on my lower lip as I thought about it. I wasn’t sure why I was even entertaining the thought. There was no way I would ever pay that much for a stupid mirror. No matter how beautiful it was.

  “Let me put you out of the internal struggle. That gentleman over there has already stated he wanted to buy it.”

  Turning and looking over my shoulder, I saw him. “Motherfucker,” I whispered as my eyes landed on Tristan.

  “Um . . .”

  Looking back at the young saleslady, I covered my mouth. “I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to say that.”

  Chuckling, she held up her hands. “No problem, but I’m going to guess you know him? Or you really wanted that mirror.”

  Laughing, I said, “Both.” Reaching up, I took the mirror off the wall. The saleslady’s eyes grew bigger. “Go with me on this.”

  Not even giving her time to answer me, I began walking up to the register with the mirror as the poor girl walking briskly behind me said, “Um, ma’am. Ma’am, you can’t have it.”

  “Oh my goodness. I can’t believe I found the perfect mirror. I’m just so overjoyed.”

  Tristan turned and looked at me. He smiled at first, until he saw the mirror in my hands. The older gentleman who had been helping Tristan stood there stunned.

  Men. I swear.

  “My mother is going to love this.” Looking at the lady behind the counter, I turned my smile to a somber look. “She’s so sick and this will just make her feel so much better.” Acting as if I was going to start crying, I said, “We’re not even sure she will make it through . . . the holidays.” I dropped my head and acted as if I was crying.

  The young sa
les lady placed her hand on my shoulder. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.”

  Peeking up, I stole a look at Tristan. His mouth was gaped open and he looked shocked as hell. Wiping away my fake tears, I smiled at the girl behind the counter.

  “Thank you so much. Anywho, I’ll take the mirror and send her a picture. She’ll be so happy. Especially knowing it was made by a local artist here in her beloved South Padre.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  I looked at Tristan. “Tristan? What are you doing here?”

  Narrowing his eyes at me, he looked at the mirror. “Buying a mirror.”

  The gentleman helping Tristan cleared his throat. “Ma’am, I’m afraid that mirror . . .”

  I interrupted him. “Is perfect!” Looking at the girl standing there, I lifted my shoulders and smiled bigger. “Isn’t it? Momma is going to be so happy.” I attempted to hold back my fake sob. “Here’s my credit card.”

  Handing her my credit card, she just stared at me. I jerked my hand toward her again, as if she hadn’t noticed me holding my card out to her.

  “Ryn, your damn mother isn’t sick. You can’t even stand your mother. When was the last time you talked to her?”

  Ignore him, Ryn.

  “You don’t have to wrap it up, sweetheart. I’ll take it just like that.” The poor girl at the counter snapped her eyes to the gentleman who was helping Tristan.

  “And, you’re mother has never even been to fucking South Padre!”

  Pulling my head back, I gasped. “Oh my, is it necessary to use such language?”

  Placing my hand up to the side of my mouth, I leaned closer to the girl. “He doesn’t like me very much and does anything he can to give me trouble. Can we speed this up a bit please?”

  Pointing to the girl, Tristan shouted, “No! That is my mirror. I saw it first, and Bill here was just about to ring me up.”

  I placed my hands on my hips. “I don’t see your name written on it. If it had been sold there should have been a sold sticker on it. As far as I’m concerned it was hanging on the wall, ready to be bought by someone who has far better taste than you.”