Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(86)

I couldn’t ignore that she’d put herself out there. We hadn’t hit the three-little-word stage—not that I knew what the f*ck that meant. I’d heard them talk about it on TV and in the movies like it was some magical higher “level” in a relationship.

I loved Sierra. I’d probably always loved her, even back when I didn’t know what love felt like.

And you know that now? After two weeks with her?

Yes.

I’d been ready to blurt out my feelings for her in the kitchen the morning after we’d spent the night together the first time. But I figured she’d be skeptical and confused if I said, I don’t know how to love, but I’m in love with you.

Or else she’d believe the best sex of my life had spurred the confession.

Why are you wrestling with this? If you’re sure you love her, act sure. Man the f*ck up and tell her.

My heart raced like a motherf*cker when I said, “I love you too.”

I held my breath as I waited for her to react.

She didn’t.

That’s because she’s passed out and she won’t remember this, dumbass.

That negative thought…could piss off.

I’d said it once; I’d say it again now that I knew I could say it.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.



A warm, wet mouth surrounded my cock.

Nails scored the tops of my thighs, followed by the swish of silky hair across the sensitized flesh.

Soft sucking and swirling licks.

Fuck that felt good. Talk about a realistic dream.

Fingers rolled my balls as that suctioning mouth glided up and down my shaft, now fully erect and hard as steel.

I groaned. “God yes.”

“Boone.”

I blinked and lifted my head off the pillow. “Sierra?”

She pushed herself upright and glared at me. “You were expecting someone else, f*ckface?”

“No! I thought I was dreaming about a blowjob.” I scrambled up so we were almost face-to-face. How long had I been out? I noticed she’d ditched the luncheon dress, leaving her naked. And I could feel the sheet rubbing on my bare ass. “You stripped off my boxer briefs.”

“Duh.” She rolled her entire body forward, teasing my lips with hers. “I needed full access to your dick.” After licking my lower lip she sank her teeth into it. “You awake now?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“You do know that I’m the one sucking your big, hard love rod and not some random chick in a dream.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Good.” Sierra angled her head and nibbled along my jaw. “I love this part of you. So strong and sharply defined. Gives you such a killer profile.” She flicked her tongue across the stubble on my chin. “I love how this feels on my tongue. So rough.”

My pulse sped up as she dragged an openmouthed kiss down my throat, straight to the patch of hair in the middle of my chest.

“You know how obsessed I am with how your scent lingers here.” She moved her head back and forth, rubbing my chest hair on her cheeks and her lips, then pressing her nose into the center and inhaling.

I didn’t arch into her when she imprisoned my nipple between her teeth. I loved how she knew how far to push me in nipple play. Mine were so goddamned sensitive—she’d figured that out the first night. She’d joined me in the shower before I’d gone to work yesterday, biting, licking and sucking my left nipple as she’d jacked me off. I’d seen f*cking stars after that one.

“I love your body, Boone. All the ridges and dips and hollows that are perfect for my lips and tongue.” She chuckled as she slid her mouth along the edge of my ribcage.

The vibration tickled—as she knew it would. Damn intuitive woman had memorized all of my ticklish spots. Some I wasn’t aware I had since I hadn’t let previous lovers explore me like this.

She nibbled on my hipbone until I squirmed. Then she dipped her tongue into the grooves of my abdomen, taking her own sweet time to follow every line until my stomach quivered.

Before she pressed a wide, flat-tongued lick down my flexor muscle, her hair slid across my torso in a tantalizing arc, from my collarbones to the tip of my cock. “Sierra.”

“No.”

“No…what? You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“I know what you were gonna do. Lure me back up there with that sexy, dirty smile and those heated eyes with the promise of melt-my-brain kisses. Then you’d flip me onto my back and f*ck me.” She licked a circle around the rim of my cock, causing it to jump off my stomach, closer to her mouth. “Sorry. Maybe after.”

“After what?”

“After I blow your mind with a killer blowjob.”

I curled my hand under her jaw, forcing her to hold still and look at me. “I wasn’t gonna do anything. I wanted to tell you something.”

“What?”

My heart sped up. “That I love you.”

Her jaw would’ve dropped if I hadn’t held onto it.

“After I tucked us in, you told me you loved me. You said that being in love with me was better than being all f*cking in.” I swept my thumb over the sensitive skin beneath her jawline. The way her eyes darkened gave me the answer I needed. “That wasn’t drunk talk. You meant it, didn’t you?”