She opened the door, and I managed to remember what I had wanted to ask her. “Tomorrow night I’ll bring dinner. I’d like to visit Micah,” I said.

I didn’t say I wanted to see her, but I did. I so f**king did.

She nodded. “Of course. You can take him out if you want to. You don’t have to stay at my house. I trust you with him.”

She was giving me an out. I wasn’t taking it. As hard as it was getting to keep my hands off her, I wanted to see her too. “I’ll bring dinner. And you’ll eat more. Because nothing on your body is f**king average, Sienna. Understand that. You’re perfect. Too damn perfect.”

Her mouth opened slightly, and then she closed it and quickly got out of my truck. I sat there and watched her as she got into her car and buckled up. I waited until she pulled out of the parking lot before leaving. I didn’t even look Gretchen’s way.

SIENNA

“More,” I whispered into the dark room. “Please, Dewayne, I want more. Do it harder,” I begged. My eyes were closed tightly as Dewayne held his body over me, sliding in deeper and deeper. I lifted my legs up his back and buried my face in the pillow beside me as I cried out from how good he felt. How beautiful his body was as he worked over me. His naughty words told me how sexy I was and how good I felt.

I worked my fingers harder, letting the fantasy play out until my body shuddered with release. It was the same fantasy I had been using since Dewayne had walked into my house the first day we’d returned. It was getting more and more detailed. Like tonight, he’d told me I smelled good as he tasted me and ran his tongue where no one’s had ever been.

I was getting worked up again and I needed to sleep. Fantasies of Dewayne could go on for hours. I had no shame in the darkness of my room. He was here with me, and I loved everything he did. When he’d asked me today if I pleasured myself, I was sure it was all over my face. I couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

Him knowing he starred in my nightly playtime would be humiliating.

The fact that I got off on the fantasy of him inside me was interesting, since until Dewayne’s return to my life I’d normally fantasized about other stuff. The act of actual intercourse had never held that appeal for me. But the idea of Dewayne being over me and between my legs made me hot and bothered. Maybe I was just old enough to enjoy it now. I’d been so young then.

My phone dinged and I reached for it. No one ever texted me this late.

Dewayne: You awake?

Why was he texting me? Oh God, had he known somehow that I had just used his body to pleasure myself?

I let my finger hover over the phone keys a moment, then finally gave in and replied.

Me: No

Dewayne: Are you in bed?

What was he asking that for?

Me: Yes

I should ignore this.

Dewayne: Do you sleep na**d?

Okay. Wait a minute. This was not us being friendly. And I couldn’t handle him doing this hot-and-cold stuff.

Me: What do you want? This conversation is going in a bad direction.

He didn’t reply right away. I thought for a moment my scolding him had made him back off. Then my phone lit up again.

Dewayne: I know. I’m sorry.

That was it. Why did I feel so disappointed?

Dewayne: It’s just if you’re gonna play with yourself I want to know. I want to see it. Or at least you can tell me about it.

Holy crap. The tingling between my legs startled me. He was only texting me and I was reacting to him. I should turn off my phone and forget this conversation. Tomorrow he would regret it and push me away. He was probably drunk.

But maybe he wouldn’t remember it . . . maybe.

Me: I’ve already taken care of that.

I pressed send before I could stop myself.

Dewayne: Motherfuck. Do it again. Tell me about it. Or let me FaceTime you and watch your face. God, let me watch your face.

Oh wow. He was drunk. He had to be. This was not careful Dewayne.

Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Dewayne: I know it’s a bad idea. But damn, Sienna, you’re driving me crazy. I just want a little taste. If you’d spread those legs for me and let me taste you just once, then we could be friends. I just need a taste, baby. I know it’s gonna be sweet.

Oh. My. God.

I stared at the phone in my hand and my whole body trembled. Maybe I could FaceTime him. If he kept talking like this, I was going to beg him to come taste all he wanted.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

Dewayne: Let me FaceTime you and watch you touch that pu**y I want to f**king bury my face in.

I was a goner. This was too much. I wanted this, as dumb as it sounded.

Me: What happens tomorrow?

Dewayne: We keep being friends and forget we did this. Just give me this tonight. I need something. I’ve spent way too much time imagining it. I need visuals.

Okay. One time. I could do that. We would forget tomorrow. I stood up, went to close Micah’s door, then closed mine before coming back to bed.

Me: Okay.

My phone rang almost instantly. It was a FaceTime call from Dewayne Falco.

Oh shit. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. It was so bad. But exciting. And I trusted Dewayne. I had always trusted him.

“Hello,” I said, looking into Dewayne’s eyes. The glow of lamplight illuminated his face. I was in the dark.

“Turn on a light. I need to see you.”

I wasn’t wearing makeup, but I guess he’d seen me like this before. I reached over and turned on the lamp beside me.

“Fuck, that’s better. So much better,” he said in a pleased rumble.

I wasn’t sure I could do this now. He wasn’t hidden behind text messages anymore. He was right there in front of me.

“Are you sure we should do this?” I asked him, hoping he’d changed his mind and terrified he would at the same time.

“Take off your panties, Sienna,” was his response.

“Okay,” I replied, and reached down to take them off.

“I want to see,” he said in a deep voice.

All right. I held the phone with one hand so he could see me taking my panties off with the other hand. I wasn’t waxed completely. I did keep only a small strip of hair there because I hated how it felt when it was bare.

“Fuck, you got red curls,” he muttered. “I want to bury my nose in that and inhale. So damn deep you stay with me for days after.”

I whimpered. It was all I could do. All the naughty talking I had imagined in my fantasies was never this good. He was much better at it than my imaginary Dewayne was.

“Slip a finger in, baby. Let me watch.”

I was so turned on I didn’t even question him. I did as he told me, and knowing he was watching me made me moan with pleasure. It was almost as if it was him touching me.

“That’s it. Fuck, that pu**y is wet. I can see the curls all sticking together. That swollen cl*tneeds attention. Give her some. Easy and slow,” he said in a low growl.

I did exactly like he said.

“Easy . . . Fuck yeah. Now let me watch you suck that finger clean.

Oh my. I had never tasted myself. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Come on, Sienna. I need you to taste your sweet pu**y for me. I want to eat it so damn bad. Do it so I can watch, baby. Do it for me.”

When he said it like that, I was pretty sure I’d do anything. I held the phone back up to my face and watched his face as I slipped the finger into my mouth.

“Suck it, baby,” he said, breathing heavy. Then I saw his arm moving.

“Are you . . . are you . . .” I couldn’t even ask him.

“Yeah, Little Red, I’m f**king getting off on this. Best damn jerk I’ve ever had. Now let me see how wet you are.”

Knowing he was enjoying this so much he was beating off, I opened my legs and held the phone down there so he could see exactly how turned on I was.

I heard him curse and groan. “Touch it for me. Fucking touch it. Damn plump pu**y lips are the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.”

Yes, Dewayne was the king of dirty talk.

I slipped another finger down until my fingertip touched the entrance I had been asking Dewayne to f**k harder just a little while ago.

“Fuck that pu**y for me. God knows I want inside it so bad I can’t think straight. It looks so tight. Almost f**king new. Touch it for me, baby.”

I began pumping a finger in and out of me, and Dewayne’s name left my mouth.

“Face. I want to see your face,” Dewayne demanded.

I was lost in my fantasy, but I moved the phone back to my face, and the dark look in Dewayne’s eyes made me tremble.

“Say my name again,” he said as his arm pumped, causing his muscles to flex. He was gorgeous.

I cried out his name and threw my head back.

“Look in my eyes,” he barked, and I did. I forced my eyes open and ran my finger over my cl*tjust as I came apart. It was so much better than my earlier orgasm.

Dewayne’s grunt and shout followed mine, and I smiled at the knowledge that he’d enjoyed watching me that much.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re gonna ruin me. Fucking ruin me,” he said in a low whisper.

I was breathing hard and didn’t respond. The embarrassment that had left me when I had gotten so worked up came back. The knowledge that he had gotten off too helped marginally. At least I hadn’t been alone in that.

“Tomorrow we’re just friends,” he reminded me, and although I knew that, hearing him say it hurt. It hurt bad. Because all I could think about now was doing that for real. He apparently wasn’t thinking the same thing.

“Right,” I agreed.

“You good?” he asked, looking worried.

I was sure my disappointment was all over my face. I had to cover that up, and fast. “Yeah. More than. I need sleep now. So . . . uh . . . thanks,” I said with a forced smile.

He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then. Good night,” I replied, and ended the call before he could respond.

DEWAYNE

What had I done? How was I supposed to forget that? Fuck it all, seeing Sienna play with herself wasn’t something I needed to see. Now I was all screwed up in the head. My attraction to her was now full-blown need. I needed to eat her needy little pussy. And it was pretty. So damn pretty and plump. And pink.

Damn! I had made a major mistake. I could not have Sienna that way. Ever. She was Micah’s mother. She needed a man who was worthy of her. Not me. I wasn’t what she needed. I had too much baggage. Besides, what happened after I f**ked her and was done? I was always over a woman once I f**ked her. The mystery was gone and I was finished. I couldn’t do that to Sienna.

I guess it was a good thing that when I cracked I did it through FaceTime. That was just playtime. Nothing too serious. Sienna couldn’t get all googly-eyed with me. She still had Mr. Vice Principal to date.

He’d just better keep his hands off her.

Fuck. I was fucked. I had to shake this loose. Without f**king her out of my system.

I revisited the memory of her slipping her finger into her mouth, and my dick went from zero to sixty. I had to get laid, and fast. Before I screwed up seriously bad. My parents would never forgive me, I would never forgive me, and Sienna would hate me. I couldn’t lose Micah because I wanted in between his momma’s legs.

They were really great legs. Fucking amazing legs. The skin on the inside of her thighs looked so soft. Shit. I wanted a taste. Maybe I could get a taste of her on my tongue, and then I’d be over her. Then she wouldn’t hate me. I’d explain that it was just for fun. Nothing more.

I walked up to her front door with burgers and fries from the Pickle Shack. I had to get a grip on this. Tonight was about Micah. Not Sienna and her hot little body. If she had a magic pussy, then I didn’t need to get near it. I’d seen my friends come in contact with magic pussy, and I wasn’t ready for that shit. Ever.

“Dewayne!” Micah cheered as he opened the door. He had known I was coming, and he was still excited to see me. That helped remind me why I was here.

“Hey, little man. Ready for the best burgers you’ve ever eaten?” I asked him.

He frowned. “Do they have mac ’n’ cheese on them?”

The kid was obsessed with mac ’n’ cheese. And as a matter of fact, I’d had mac ’n’ cheese added to his burger.

“Yours does,” I told him. His little eyes went wide and his grin got wider. “YAY! Momma, Dewayne got me a burger with mac ’n’ cheese on it!”

I looked up just as Sienna walked into the living room from the kitchen. She was wearing another pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt over them. No makeup and her hair was up in a ponytail. If this was her trying not to act like she wanted to impress me, then she didn’t know me that well. Because her looking all comfortable and clean was sexy as hell.

“He has you all figured out,” Sienna said, smiling down at Micah before looking up at me.

She smiled at me shyly and had that look women got when they wanted something more. Shit! Shit! Shit! I had told her we were just friends. That what we’d done didn’t change anything.

“Um, you two can go ahead and eat. I’ve already eaten, and I’m going to go take a soak in the tub. Enjoy your visit.”

Or maybe not. She was escaping. I didn’t want her to escape. I wanted to hear her laugh and see her eyes light up. I also wanted to make her smile. And see her eat. Dammit.

“You don’t like burgers?” I asked, trying to think of a way to keep her in here.

“She loves ’em,” Micah offered.

“I got you the best,” I told her.