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  “I’m glad my humiliation is so funny to you.” Sierra stood, looking disgusted as I tried to control the jolts of laughter.

  “You-you’re mad, because you think I’m with Cece.”

  “Aren’t you?” She sputtered the question.

  “No, she’s my cousin. She’s here every week with her friends.” I stopped laughing long enough to brush a lock of her hair away from her face. “She heard I was here for tonight so she didn’t want to miss it. Don’t know when I’ll be back.”

  Sierra’s eyes softened. “So, you’re not with someone else?”

  My hand moved along her neck and snaked its way through her hair. “No, didn’t you hear that song I wrote about you? I am not with anyone else.” I was still trying to wrap my head around her being here.

  “Just how many freakin’ cousins do you have?” I could see the blaze in her eyes.

  I looked toward the sky to count. “You want a first cousin number or what?”

  She shoved my chest. “That’s not funny. Oh my God, I thought you were with someone, and I flew here and I didn’t stop driving until I found you. I couldn’t stop and now…”

  My wide eyes conveyed all the surprise I was feeling. “You were that serious to get here?”

  She bit her lower lip. “Yeah.”

  “Why? Why now?”

  She shivered. “Do you think we could go inside, but maybe not here?” She rubbed the sides of her arms. “I don’t think I can face Cece after the death stare I shot her.”

  I laughed. “I doubt she thought anything of it. Cece’s a tough girl.”

  “We need to talk, Blake.”

  Talking could wait. There was only thing I wanted right now, and the more I played with her hair, the harder it was to deny.

  I didn’t need a second invitation. I pulled her into my arms and pressed my mouth against her. Sierra wrapped her hands around my neck and moaned. Had I let her walk away? I was a fucking idiot. She started to giggle as I picked her up, and her legs wrapped around my hips.

  “I missed you.” I growled into her neck. “More than I can say in words or in a song. There’s only one way to show you, darlin’.”

  Sierra leaned into my body. “So can we get out of the freezing cold and can finish this somewhere else?”

  “Hell yeah, I wanna go.” I placed Sierra’s feet back on the ground and took her hand. “Come on.”

  Sierra looked at her car and then back to me. “You want to take my car? I don’t see your truck anywhere.”

  “Girl, you have been gone way too long. You know the best way to travel around here is by boat.” I flashed her a smile. “We’ll get your car later. Come on.” I tugged on her hand.

  Sierra followed me down the boardwalk to the slip where I had tied up my boat.

  “Let me untie the ropes, and I’ll shove her off. Hold on.” I held out a hand to Sierra. Before she boarded, she glanced down at the side of the nameless boat we had cruised on so many times over the summer.

  Sierra settled into the bench next to my captain’s seat. I tossed the ropes into the boat and started the engine.

  The boat picked up speed, and the fall night encircled us as I cruised us out onto the open sound.

  As soon as we docked, I helped her into my truck. I couldn’t get her inside fast enough.

  “Cole told me you were at the Dock House. I don’t know if he’s still at your place.”

  “Got it.” I steered my truck toward the end of Gull Island. Toward Lindy’s house. It was Sierra’s now.

  Sierra climbed the stairs and opened the back door. I didn’t let her get far over the threshold before I snaked my arms around her and dragged her lips to mine. It was dark and cold inside, but I had enough pent up sexual frustration and heat for this woman to burn down the whole fucking house.

  My hands landed on the button of her jeans. “I want you now,” I growled.

  “Wait. Wait a second.” She took a big breath, pressing her palms into my chest.

  I groaned. “We can talk later.”

  She shook her head. “No. I have to tell you, Blake. Please. I-I have to say it.”

  I dropped my hands. “Ok. What is it?”

  “I need to at least see your face.” She tried to flip on the lights, but nothing happened. She looked at the ceiling. “Great.”

  “Let me check the breaker box. Hold on.”

  I used my phone to light a path to the linen closest off the back of the kitchen. It smelled like fresh laundry even though the house had been closed up for months. I opened the box, but all the switches were on. I tried the main breaker. Nothing.

  I heard Sierra’s footsteps behind me. “What’s wrong with the power?”

  “I think it’s been cut off.”

  “What?”

  “Have you been paying the power bills?” I asked.

  She scrunched her face up. “I thought I did. I don’t know. There has been so much mail about the estate. Shit.” She sank onto a bench under a stack of blankets.

  I was conflicted. Why was she here? She hadn’t bothered to pay the damn power bill.

  “I think there are some candles in here.” She stood and started searching one of the cabinets. “They used to be in here with the matches for hurricanes. Aunt Lindy had everything we ever needed for a storm.” She strained to make it to the top cabinet.

  “Let me get that.” I reached over her head and pulled out a stack of candles. I handed them to her. “And the matches.”

  We dropped them in a row of mason jars and lit them with the wooden matches. Within seconds the room was glowing and felt warmer than it had when we first wandered in here.

  “Sierra, tell me what’s going on. I about lost my damn mind when I saw you. And you reminded me that that’s what you do to me. You make me forget everything. I rushed you on the boat and back here like nothing happened.”

  I shook my head. I saw the sadness in her eyes.

  “And something did happen, damn it. You fucking broke my heart again. And you need to hear it. You have to hear what you did.”

  The tears slipped off her lashes. “Blake…please…”

  “Let me finish.” I held up my hand. “I’m not going through with it again. I won’t. So tell me now why you’re here and—”

  “Shut up, Blake. Just shut up.” Her cheeks were wet with tears. “I flew here tonight because I wanted to see you. I had to see you. Today. It had to be today.”

  I leaned against a stack of quilts. “Ok.”

  “And I think I could throw up I’m so nervous.” She twisted her hands together.

  I cocked my head. “What’s going on?”

  “I-I … Blake, I swear I didn’t know when I left in August. And I want to talk about that. How we left things.”

  “I fucked up. You fucked up. I can agree to that. But we can’t go through that again. We can’t.”

  She shook her head. “I know. I feel it too. I’ve felt all of it. It’s about this pattern we have of hurting each other. I want it to stop. I need it to.”

  I threaded my hands through her hair and pulled her toward me. “It will stop. I’m done. Come home with me. Be with me. Say it, Sierra. Say you’ll fucking end this pain. Tell me that it’s over.”

  She took my hands from behind her head and lowered them over her breasts, down to her stomach. She planted her palms over mine.

  Her eyes lifted to mine. and she was so damn beautiful I almost lost my breath.

  “Blake, I’m having your baby.”

  I heard it, but I didn’t know what she was saying. “What?”

  “I’m pregnant. I took a test this morning. It’s yours. Your baby. Right here.” She held my hands to her belly.

  “You are pregnant?”

  She nodded. “I am.”

  “Sierra.”

  She had knocked the wind out of me as quickly as a linebacker.

  “You’re completely sure?” I asked like a fucking idiot.

  “I started not feeling well and I could bare
ly keep my eyes open. And I’m late. Extremely late, but I didn’t think it was possible. I brought the test with me.”

  “I believe you. Of course I believe you.” I started to regain my senses.

  “I didn’t know what you would say? How you would react. I don’t know if I should tell you I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do.” Her voice cracked.

  “Say you’re sorry? What are you talking about?”

  “I told you I was on birth control. I don’t know how it happened. I didn’t even think I could get pregnant to be honest.”

  “Why not?” I wasn’t following.

  “I was sure after I lost the other baby that it couldn’t happen. That there was something wrong with me.” Her eyes lifted to mine. “But I am pregnant. And I had to tell you as soon as I found out. I couldn’t wait for you to answer the phone or find out some other way. I didn’t want you to think that I’d keep it from you again—ever.”

  “No wonder your boobs look so incredible.” I cracked a smile as she hit me in the arm. “Sorry. But they do look fucking amazing, baby. Edible, really.” I tugged at her shirt, wanting to see more.

  “I just told you I’m pregnant and you want to look at my breasts?”

  “No, I want to do more than that to them.”

  “But the talking … there’s a lot to talk about don’t you think?”

  I crushed my lips into hers, sinking my tongue into her mouth with possession. Damn, this woman was mine. She always had been. And now my baby was inside her. I growled.

  “You just told me I’m going to be a dad.” I broke away. “I don’t have words that can do that justice right now. Understand?”

  She nodded. “You’re not mad?”

  “God no. I’m happy. I’m happy you’re back. I’m happy about the baby. I’m happy about what I’m getting ready to do.”

  “And what’s that?” She tried to wiggle out of my hold.

  “Make you happy, darlin’. Everything that makes you happy.”

  She let her shirt fall over her shoulders. “I love you, Blake. I love you so much.”

  Her lips found mine the shadows of the linen closet and I kissed her like it was the beginning.

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  Sierra

  The world spun upside down and for the first time it wasn’t because I was pregnant, it was because Blake kissed me with the kind of fury and passion I’d longed for since the day he left me on the beach.

  I had dreamed about this moment. Now that it was finally happening, I couldn’t catch my breath. I held on to him. His tongue slipped between my lips, twisting and curling against mine.

  I shivered when he tugged the corners of my shirt. The air danced over my skin.

  “It’s cold,” I murmured.

  “I’d make a fire out in the living room, but I don’t think we have that kind of time,” Blake growled into my neck.

  I shook my head. “No, we don’t.”

  He scooped me up. “Lots of covers in here.”

  I nodded. “Lots. So, so many blankets.”

  He pulled a few of the quilts from the shelves, padding the floor. He lowered me on my back.

  “I promise you won’t be cold long.”

  I grinned, greedily sucking at his lips. I had dreamed about his lips and the firmness of his arms. I never thought I’d be with him again like this ever. I thought those dreams were all I had left.

  Blake lifted the shirt over my head and slid my bra from my shoulders.

  “Holy shit, baby. Do you know what these do to me?”

  He held one of my breast in his hand. It was heavy and sore, but he soothed the ache with the heat from his tongue. I whimpered as it lashed over my nipple, hardening it instantly.

  “So fucking perfect, baby.” He sucked me into his mouth, gulping and licking. Pressing until his teeth nipped the edge of the sensitive points.

  I inhaled sharply. My body responded differently now. Everything was heightened.

  “Oh, Blake.”

  He pushed me back on the soft bed he had made. I had already forgotten how cold I had been as he slipped the jeans from my waist.

  I laid before him. The woman who loved him. The woman who had always loved him. The woman who was carrying his baby.

  He pushed my legs apart, running a finger over the fabric of my cotton panties.

  “I love how wet you get when I touch you,” he groaned.

  I bucked a little, aching for his touch. Aching for the friction of his fingers against my clit. It was throbbing and pulsing for attention.

  He slipped one finger under the edge, toying with my slit. I hissed with want.

  He brought his finger to his lips and sucked the honey. “You’ve always tasted sweet to me. It makes me crave you.”

  “Oh God, Blake.” I almost cried as he lowered his head between my legs, moving the panties with his teeth.

  He pushed my knees wide, as his tongue dipped between the slickness of my folds and ran back and forth, tracing the edges of my clit before finally thrusting inside my entrance. I groaned, trying to hold him inside me. He began to twist and flick his tongue until I was a writhing sex nymph.

  “Ohh,” I cried. “I’m coming so fast.”

  I seized the quilts in my hand, balling up my fists, but the orgasm hit me at once. My body shook and shivered as it spilled through me. Blake lifted my hips, sucking my clit hard, pushing his tongue inside me, riding out the orgasm with me and lapping up every drop of it.

  Slowly he lowered me, grinning one of those devilish sexy smiles I loved so much.

  I heard the zipper on his jeans.

  “I have to be inside you.”

  I nodded. It was all I wanted. To feel his thick cock push inside me. To belong together like we did when our bodies slid against each other.

  He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it behind us.

  I reached forward, stroking his glorious cock. He rubbed it between my slit, coating it in my juices. Time seemed to slow. The frenetic pace had been replaced with something deeper and tangible.

  “You’re not worried are you?” he asked.

  I smiled. “No. It feels so good. I know everything’s ok.”

  “God, you’re a fucking goddess.”

  He nudged his cock against my entrance and I moaned.

  “I love your pussy. And I’ve missed it, babe. I missed you.”

  He pushed inside me as we both bucked with sensation. He thrust deep and far until my hips lifted to greet him, sucking him inside me.

  “Ohh,” I whimpered. Nothing had felt this intense. Pregnancy sex was something completely different.

  His lips fell to mine and I bit and kissed him while he rode in and out, pumping with steady strokes.

  He hit my inner walls, rocking me to my core. I clenched and groped, wanting the orgasm to shatter me. Needing it to bring us back together.

  My eyes locked on his and we both knew it was coming. Blake’s fingers wound through mine as his breathing turned to ragged pants.

  “You’re mine, always.”

  I nodded. “Always.”

  And with a final thrust he moaned as he pumped his release inside me. He smiled slowly, his body rigid with pleasure and satisfaction.

  I pressed my lips to his.

  He pushed again and the world collapsed in on me. I screamed out, the orgasm pinching and firing shockwaves through my nerves.

  “Oh God, Blake. Oh shit.” My eyes closed as I tried to hold on, but he only picked up the pace, pushing deeper, spreading my legs farther apart.

  “Feel how good it is between us,” he growled. “Feel what we do together.”

  I bit my lip. My head thrashed to the side. Another orgasm built in my core and before I could handle the last one, the new one unleashed in my body.

  “Fuck, baby,” Blake groaned, his eyes rolling back.

  I was squeezing his cock with everything I had. We rocked and thrust. Our bodies dripped with sweat. Our lips found each other, until finally the rhythm slowed
and Blake settled next to me.

  He exhaled. “What in the hell was that?”

  I giggled. “I think that was pregnancy sex.”

  “Whatever it was, I liked it.” He kissed my shoulder.

  We stared at the ceiling. The candles flickered from the mason jars.

  “You know I’m not freezing anymore.”

  “Didn’t think you’d stay cold long.”

  He shifted to his side. His eyes drifted to my navel as he began to draw circles on my belly.

  “This is incredible.”

  “You’re happy?” I was hesitant to ask. Having a baby wasn’t an automatic pass for happiness. There was so much to discuss.

  “Of course I’m happy. We made a baby.” He flattened his palm. “When do you think it was? On the boat? The swing?”

  I laughed. “I think it was the first time. The couch.”

  “The couch. Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

  I nodded. “It was the first time I’d ever had sex like that. I just have this feeling.”

  “Magic position.” He winked.

  “It was magic, wasn’t it?”

  “Damn straight.” He tickled the tops of my thighs and I wriggled under the pressure.

  “Blake?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Before the baby, before today, my answer was yes.”

  He sat forward. “Yes?”

  I nodded. “I missed you. Nothing mattered anymore. What I have in Dallas doesn’t matter. I want you to know that. I figured it out before this morning. But the baby—it changes things.”

  He brushed the hair from my face. The tendrils were damp. “It does.” He lowered his mouth to mine, inhaling with a fierce kiss.

  “I was never going to get over you, Sierra.”

  I smiled. “Now you don’t have to.”

  “What do you want to do with the house?” Blake asked as we locked up the door. We had kept in warm in the linen closet as long as we could. We had to head for somewhere with heat.

  I dropped the keys in my purse. “I’d like to keep it. What do you think?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  We walked down the wooden stairs. There were so many repairs the house needed. There were leaks under sinks. A few of the gutters had broken away from the house. And now I knew without power I was setting up the scenario for possible frozen pipes.