Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

When our bodies started arching and moving together, searching for that ultimate connection, I said, “Bed, now,” against her lips.

Sierra slid down my body, planting kisses on my chin, on my throat, on my collarbone and finally placing a warm, soft, lingering kiss on the left side of my chest that I felt through the skin and muscle, straight to my heart.

We were in a dream-like state weaving through the dark house, hand in hand. Landing on the twisted sheets in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and touching. Eager, yet still patient enough not to push the pace.

So when I finally levered myself over her, our skin damp and marked with love bites, our mouths swollen, her hair tangled and spread out on the pillow in a swath of dark silk as she writhed in eagerness, all I could think was mine.

Her eyes were closed as I teased the head of my cock between her legs.

“Sierra.”

“Mmm?”

“Look at me.”

“But I want to stay in this slow and dreamy state. In this cocoon.” She turned her head to the side, offering me her throat.

“I want your eyes on mine.”

Sierra did look at me then. “Why?”

“Because I get off watching them when I do this.” I plowed into her with one fast snap of my hips.

Her back bowed up and she gasped. And came right away.

Hard not to feel cocky about that.

I continued to watch her as I fucked her slowly. Every time she looked away, I said, “Eyes on me.”

Her face softened. “Boone.” She touched my throat. “This is real.”

My arms shook. My gut rippled. My ass cheeks ached.

“I promise if you close your eyes and reopen them I’ll still be here.”

How had she known that was my fear? That this was all just a dream?

“Let go. Take what you need.”

“I have what I need. You.” But fuck if my balls weren’t boiling with the need to come.

Sierra put both hands on my chest. “Stop. Back up.”

Pushing to my knees, breath heaving in and out of my lungs, I watched as she scooted to the side of the bed.

Wearing that sassy smile, she beckoned me over. “New position. But after this, we’ve gotta give it a rest because I’m getting chafed.”

I glanced down at my dick and my knees. Both a little red. I’d put up with a lot of soreness if I could stay buried in that tight pussy all night, but her being chafed was a different story. Leaning over, I kissed her, a slow tangling of tongues and sweet licks and nibbles. “If you’re too sore, I can stop.”

“No. I just want to try this.” Her cold feet landed on my belly and she inched her toes up my torso. “With my legs on your shoulders.”

My inner beast roared a “fuck yeah” snarl and I pulled her up higher. My cock homed in on her pussy almost without my assistance and I slid back inside.

Sierra reached for my hands and pulled me down. “Rest your weight on me.”

Damn. That felt good.

I kept a slow pace until Little Miss Position Changer said, “Stop,” again.

“What?”

“We’re taking a break after this, so maybe you’d better make this one count.”

She was seriously telling me how to fuck her?

Of course she was.

I loved that—even when it sort of annoyed me.

So I lowered her heels to the mattress and dropped to my knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Making this one count. Any objections? You have another position in mind?”

No surprise that she didn’t offer suggestions.

Only after I made her come with my mouth did I return to making love to her.

Her soft sighs were as satisfying as her gasps and groans. Her gentle touches and melting kisses were what I needed.

After I poured myself into her again and my mouth was tasting the sweet flavor of passion on her skin, she whispered, “I want you in my bed all night, Boone. But if you need…space. There’s a blanket on the couch in the living room.”

“Thanks. But I’ll be fine right here.”





Boone slept in my bed all night. Not entwined with me but I’d just been happy to wake up and find him still there.

Although it’d been a late night, I wasn’t one for sleeping in.

Before I tiptoed out of my bedroom, I tucked the covers around Boone’s shoulders. I wanted to smooth my hand over the nape of his neck and kiss his forehead, but I wouldn’t chance waking him.

I grabbed my exercise clothes. I used a corner of the extra family room for a workout space—I’d never be a toned gym-rat, but I did feel healthier if I worked up a sweat. After setting the program on the elliptical for forty-five minutes, I hit shuffle on my iPod and did my time in hell.