Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

“Something like that. I’m betting you haven’t discussed it at all.”


“Actually we have. Not as detailed a discussion as we need to. Sierra already knows about my pride, or the chip on my shoulder, or whatever you wanna call it. She understands since she knows where I—where it—came from. Dividing up the grocery and utility bills isn’t a concern compared to my fear that my honesty about how I feel about her is too much for her to handle.”

“Since you’re basically a relationship virgin, I’ma give you some advice. Women love that honesty shit.”

“So I didn’t fuck up by telling Sierra I loved her after our first night together?”

Raj’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding me.”

I laughed. “Yeah, man. I’m messing with you. I didn’t say the ‘L’ word, but I did tell her that she’s it for me.” Since I’d kept my true feelings from her before, this time she deserved to know from the start that I wasn’t fucking around with her heart.

He sighed. “Just…cool it down from here on out. Give it more than a damn day before you get into the serious stuff.”

“Like you gave it more than a day with Lucinda? You barely gave it more than a minute.”

Raj appeared ready to argue. He wanted to tell me his situation was different. Instead he just sighed. “We’ll check this convo for now.”

“Fair enough.” I carried both duffel bags and my suitcase into the house and dumped them outside Sierra’s bedroom.

Where they remained three hours later.

A soft hand landed on my belly and I jumped.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Sierra said.

“What’d you think I was asleep?”

“You were frowning. I thought you might’ve been having a bad dream.”

I covered her hand with mine. “Not possible when I’m living the dream with you.”

She laughed. “You do realize that not every day will be like this.”

“Like what?”

“Lazing in the sun by the pool after a night of hot sex.”

“Seriously? Good thing I didn’t fall for your trickery and unpack all my stuff.” I pushed up out of the chaise as if I intended to leave.

“Boone.”

I leaned over her, shoving my shades on top of my head. Then my hungry gaze tracked every delicious inch of her. “I love the way you say my name.” I bent to place a kiss between her tits, which were all but popping out of her red bikini top. “Hang on.” I slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other arm beneath her shoulders and lifted her from her chair.

Sierra wreathed her arms around my neck. “What are you doing?”

“Making you wet again.” I nuzzled her ear. “I’m annoyed that you only mentioned the hot sex from last night and not the hot pre-breakfast round. When I had my face between your thighs and then I fucked you on the kitchen table.” I sucked on her earlobe and bit down, tightening my hold when she squirmed. “Or did you forget?”

“God no.”

“Good answer.” I started down the steps into the pool.

She sighed when I submerged us a little deeper than hip level. “You meant this kind of wet.”

“Disappointed?”

“If I say yes…you’ll go all sexy, growly He-Man and make me wet that way too, won’t you?”

I placed a kiss below her ear just to watch her shiver. “Probably.”

Sierra shifted her body, facing me, wrapping her legs around my waist and crossing her ankles behind my back. “This is good too.”

“Agreed.” I squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands and took her mouth in a teasing kiss. I only ended the kiss so I could plant kisses down her throat to the edge of her bikini top.

“You are going to unpack your bags tonight, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Almost. If she’d just arch a little I could nose aside the fabric and get my mouth on her nipple.

“Do you want your stuff in my room or would you rather have one of the empty bedrooms?”

I lifted my head and looked at her. “It’s your house, Sierra. Tell me what you want. Tell me where you want me and my stuff.”

“I want you in my bed, Boone.” She ran her wet hand across my cheek and the side of my head. “My closet is a little full. I can clean a few dresser drawers out for you, but I’m thinking until you’re more…settled, it might be easiest to keep your stuff in the small bedroom across the hall.”

“But you only want my things across the hall, not me.”

“Yes.” Sierra kissed me. “I don’t want you to feel trapped. So maybe you’d feel less panicked if you had your own space to retreat to if need be. Then you could gradually move into my room, or maybe you’ll decide you prefer to have a dressing room of your own.”