Sienna

"I love how well your sweet pussy takes my cock..."
"Such a slut for it..."
"You're made just for me..."
"This pussy...it's mine."

Holy...

I shut my eyes tight and inhaled a sharp breath as I pushed the dildo at the junction of my thighs deeper into my wet crease.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. It was 6 A.M in the morning and I was laying on my tangled sheets, knees up and apart, working my aching sex with a toy as the thoughts of my awful soon-to-be ex-husband, Tristan clogged my head space.

After the heart-wrenching conversation I had with my mother some nights ago, I thought things would be different. I thought I finally had a good enough reason to forget about him and move on with my life. It shouldn't be that hard right?

Yeah well, the moment I got in my bed and closed my eyes, he was behind them again, waiting for me; stripped naked to the waist, abs tight, biceps bulging, tattoos glistening, finished with a come-hither smirk that sent a heated flare of desire through my starved body.

He was a total embodiment of temptation, a deadly flame that set ablaze the fire alarm in my thong, and often times I'd succeeded in fighting the urge for him off, but today, I'd failed. Terribly.

"Always so needy..."
"Good girl..."
"That's it. Spread those legs wide and rub that little clit for me..."

I bit into my lip, thrusting the object in and out of my weepy entrance, a mixture of pleasure and disgust swarming inside me. Pleasure because it felt so freaking good indulging in something so shameful, disgust because it had to be him who made my pussy pound to the point it was impossible to think.

"Take it, baby, be a good girl and let that hungry little creamy cunt take all my cock."

Oh, God.

The reminiscing of his carnal utterances drifted over me, causing my body to burn with so much desire I thought I would catch on fire.

"Would you look at that little fuckhole... so wet you're making a mess."

A small moan fell from my lips as the memory of him became clearer and clearer behind my closed eyes, so much so that I could almost envision it.

Me under him, knees apart, sweating, my body opened for his pleasure. "Faster." I rasp out, nearing my bliss. "Harder," I beg, my hands bunching up the bed sheets. More, I need more, I'm almost there, so close. "Faster, please."

He speeds up, thrusting into me harder, his hands freeing my hips and going around my neck. "You're so fucking pretty when you beg."

Mind flying, I arched off the bed, ready for my release that was going to hit any second-but then-a heavy knock sounded on my bedroom door, and the thick voice that followed behind made everything in me freeze.

"Snowflake?"

I opened my eyes sharply and gasped.

Axton. 

Like the snap of a pair of fingers, my orgasm disappeared into thin air, leaving me momentarily disoriented.

"Everything okay in there?"

"Y-yeah!" I blanched, my breathing still erratic. "E-Everything is good."

"Are you decent? I'm coming in."

Oh shit.

My door handle rattled.

No no no no.

With the speed of light, I pulled my comforter up, covering my exposed lower half just in time as the door finally opened to reveal my five foot nine Travis Fimmel looking, big brother.

"Morning, snowflake." He greeted, walking towards my bed with a streaming cup of coffee in his hand, his prosthetic leg heavy against the wooden floor. 

"M-morning," I responded with a strain in my voice that didn't go unnoticed because his brows pushed together when he reached the foot of my bed and his blue eyes stared at me with worry in them. 

"You're cheeks look a bit flushed." He noticed, taking a sit beside me and placing the cup down. He smelt like citrus. It was fruity and rich. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I am," I said, squeezing my legs together underneath the comfort in a futile attempt to find some kind of relief. I couldn't believe I was having a conversation with my brother with a dildo shoved up my cunt. One wrong move and he was never going to look at me the same again. "I was just...er..." about to freaking come and finally be free of the frustration that was Tristan Larsen! I swallowed a breath and changed the topic. "What's going on? Why are you dressed so formally this morning?"

I'd expected him to walk in with his usual cargo shorts and tank top but he was fully clothed in an immaculately matched exy-looking grey slim-fit dress shirt and navy blue slacks.

"I'm leaving for an interview in the big smoke today." He answered. "And I won't be back until Monday."

"Monday?" I tensed. "Thanksgiving is tomorrow."

"I know but I can't be stuffed about that now. The news came impromptu and if I turn down the offer now, I've got Buckley's chance of getting it back." His chest rose and fell with the deep breath he took. "Wish me luck." He touched my face and caressed my cheeks with his thumb. "I'm gonna need a ton of it."

I managed a smile and leaned into his touch. I loved my brother so much and I was so happy he was finally stepping out of the self-made solitary confinement he'd trapped himself. "Good luck, Axton." Now I would've told him to break a leg but considering he already had his left one amputated...

"That's my little beagle." He ruffled my already messy hair and leaned forward to kiss my temple. "Bye, snowflake. I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too."

He got up and walked to the door with an easy gait. The moment it shut behind him, I reached between my legs and pulled out my dildo.

Jesus Christ.

***

An hour later, after showering and then finishing off what I had shamefully started in my bed, I climbed down the ornate steps, dressed in a simple thigh-high grey oversized sweater dress with tights underneath.

Mrs. Lee's hairless sphynx cat, Ming was curled up at the corner of the stairs, licking her paw. She purred at the sight of me and ambled gracefully to curl around my ankle. I cringed. This had to be the ugliest feline I'd ever seen in my life. It didn't stop me from bending down and picking her up in my arms tho. She was oily and pliant and staring at me with her copper eyes. I ran my hand soothingly along her oily spine and the tip of her tail wagged happily.

Even the cat could find happiness so easily while I had to struggle through heaven and earth to find mine.

Rolling my eyes, I walked through the living room, heading to the kitchen, and when I flanked the door open, I wasn't at all expecting to find my mother and Mrs. Lee sitting on the long benches while sipping from their respective cups of steaming coffee.

Unfortunately, it was too late to abort because the moment Ming purred and jumped out of my arms to her owner, their chattering stopped and they both turned their heads in unison my way.

"Sienna." Mrs. Lee gleamed, catching her ugly cat as it collapsed in her arms. "If it isn't my sweet daughter."

Trying my best not to roll my eyes at her irksome endowment, I smiled through tightened lips and greeted them. "G'day, Mrs. Lee. Morning mum," I took a retreating step backward, ready to do a Harold Holt. "I'll leave you two to-"

"Oh no, no." Mrs, Lee interjected, urging me to come forward. "Join us. Your mother here invited me over for some pumpkin pie, you should have some."

I gave a slow, reluctant smile. For a woman well over her 50s, she looked lively and energetic. If Michelle Yeoh had a curvaceous stunt double, it would be her. It was clear where Xavier got his beauty from, his selflessness on the other hand, had to have come from his father because this woman was wearing a huge diamond necklace and Louis Vuitton knit mini dress to have breakfast in her neighbor's house.

"Thank you, Mrs. Lee, but-"

She waved me off with a flick of the wrist. "Oh, there's no need to be formal," She urged. "Call me Veronica."

Standing there, I did nothing but reciprocate her smile. It was easy to recognize that she was just being nice because she thought I would marry her son which was not going to be happening because I was officially tired of men.

After my whole saga with Tristan, the last thing on my mind right now was finding a man. It was the least of my worries. I had other things to worry about; like coming up with a good enough excuse for why I wouldn't be returning to New York for a while.

It had already been two and a half weeks and even though my mother hadn't asked me about my job, I knew she was thinking about it, and one of these days she was going to ask me and catch me in a lie red-handed.

"Honey." My mother called, snapping me out of my barrage of thoughts.  She was smiling brightly at me and pointing at the pie. "Why don't you cut a piece and take it over to Xavier?"

My back stiffened.

"He returned last night and he has been fixing up our garden all morning." Veronica chirped in, a proud look on her face. "He is such a lovely battler."

"He is." My mother added, smiling at her friend before her focus returned to me. "And he must be famished from all that hard work so honey, why don't you give it to him and keep him company while he works?"

My mind spun around in circles as I tried to figure out a way out of this but with the way they both looked at me, it was clear there was none.

To hell with this.

"Sure," I said, feigning enthusiasm as I started towards the pie, swabbed a piece into a plastic plate, tossed a lid on, and pivoted back to face them. "I'll go now."

"Go on, honey." My mother urged, her eyes watching me intently and telling me what her mouth couldn't. 

Act natural, don't ruin this, and don't scare the poor man away with the frown you're hiding.

Ming purred. When Veronica lowered her head to pet her, I sent my mother a withering glance in return and walked out.

***

I wore my long dark hair loose today, wrong choice because I had to tuck the damn tendrils behind my ears every five seconds as I strolled down the concrete sidewalk to the Lees' home. It was a huge two-story contemporary-styled house with a modern curb appeal; beautiful on the outside with glass walls, a stark white stucco, and red cedar doors.

Inhaling deeply, I pushed open the cedar fence, passing the outdoor dining area and reflection pool as I walked through the bricked pathway leading to the front door.

For a moment, I stopped and stared at the golden doorknob, wondering if I should just leave the pie there and bail. I shook away my thoughts. At some point, I'd have to see him. Convinced, I took a breath and knocked. No answer. I knocked again. "Xavier?" Still no answer. I was just about to knock for the third time when I heard a clattering coming from the backyard.

Maybe he was still working.

It made sense.

Releasing an exasperated breath, I pivoted away from the door and started to wander through the slant graveled court that led to the backyard.

Lo, he was there, cutting down the branch of a tree and releasing heavy grunts as he did.

For a silent moment, I stood in the shades and watched him nail the chopping ax into the wood. His biceps flexed with each slam. His black denim was hung low on his narrow hips with the buttons opened to showcase the waistband of his underwear. He was bare-chested too and his pecan hair was tousled over his face.

I bit my lip, knowing it wasn't right to stare like this but it wasn't every day I got to see a hot guy doing hard labor.

At some point, he stopped, pushed the messy hair that fell in front of his eyes, and then continued.

I admit, he was handsome, better than he was in the pictures he'd sent to me. He looked nothing like a doctor who operated on people's brains. He looked like he belonged in front of a cologne ad or a-

Something silky crawled across my feet, snapping me back to the present, and when I looked down at my fluffy fur slides and found a snake crawling past them, my blood ran cold.

Eyes bulging, I shrieked and jumped back. "Holt shit! A-!" I missed my landing and fell butt flat on the grass but the pain didn't register because there was a damn snake in front of me!

The hammering stopped and Xavier turned sharply, his emerald eyes lighting at the sight of me.

"Sienna?"

His words were muffled by the blood pounding in my ears. A snake. A snake! I'd never seen one in real life before. Eyes frantic, I stared at the blotched reptile as it slithered towards Xavier and began to crawl up his jeans but rather than exclaiming in fright as I did and shrugging the damn thing off, he was...smiling?