706 Sugarbush Lane: Older Man, Younger Woman Small Town Romance

by Penelope Wylde

  I had no doubt. And suddenly, the languorous fatigue my orgasm left me with was gone. Replaced with an almost raging need to have him show me all the things he wanted to do.

  “Show me.” I groaned heatedly. I pushed up and kissed him, tangling my tongue with his, my arms holding him with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed.

  He didn’t need any more goading.

  I followed his movements with my eyes, and for the first time, I really took him in, my eyes devouring every inch of made delicious male.

  Holy shit. I’d seen pictures before, but nothing I’d seen online prepared me for the gorgeous, throbbing cock hanging between his muscled thighs. Cum dripped from the bulbous tip and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

  Fuck, I wanted him.

  He chuckled, a pure male sound that sent white-hot lust skittering over my skin. At the same time, I couldn’t help a small bit of fear at the thought of trying to take all of him into my body.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You were made for me,” he said as though he could read my thoughts.

  And at that moment, I felt a strong connection with him, as if some bonds I couldn’t see were weaving themselves between us, binding us together in a way that allowed him to know more about me than I even knew myself. The feeling pushed all thoughts of fear away.

  I shifted beneath him. My legs opened and wrapped around those muscled thighs. I stared up at him, making sure to hold his gaze with my own. “I trust you. I’m on the pill so we’re okay. It’s a medical thing.” And for once I was happy about it because I don’t think he came to my apartment that prepared.

  He rested an elbow on either side of my head, caging me in a way that made me feel like I never wanted to get out. His hard, hot cock teasing my slick entrance.

  “God, so fucking hot and wet. You’re ready.” His words weren’t a question. I’m sure he could feel just how ready my body was for him.

  He dragged his thick cock up and down my seam gathering my hot juices for when he claimed me, coating every inch of his shaft as his sticky pre-cum dripped all over me.

  I used my legs to pull him in closer to me. “So ready.”

  He reached down and guided himself into me. The broad tip of his dick slid into me, and the feeling was beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. I shifted my hips restlessly as he moved forward oh, so slowly.

  Every muscle in my body pulled tight like a bow, my back arching and bringing him deeper.

  Sawyer leaned in, taking a nipple into his hot mouth. He rolled his tongue over it. The competing sensations left me gasping for breath. I dug my nails into his back and used my feet on his ass to urge him forward.

  “Sawyer,” I gasped, “Now…”

  He lifted his head. “I got you, baby.”

  His mouth returned to my breast and he nipped the bud of my nipple at the same moment his hips surged forward and he sheathed himself in my body to the hilt.

  My virgin pussy gripped him tight, holding him deep within me.

  Shock and pleasure warred. I could feel each heartbeat pulse through me, his breaths coming as harsh as my own.

  I cried out and held on tight as a stinging sensation shot through my body. So many feelings hit me at once, I was on sensory overload. I couldn’t tell if the pain came from my breast or my throbbing sex.

  But it didn’t matter. The pain faded quickly, replaced with a profound pleasure as Sawyer started moving inside me. He didn’t hold back. He pulled out until only the swollen head spread my pussy lips wide and then he drove back to the hilt in one hard stroke.

  He was right. I felt like my body was made just for him. Any discomfort quickly dissipated, leaving nothing but heat and need and rolling swells of pleasure.

  “Can you feel how your pussy was made for me?” His words whispered so close to my ear, sent desire flooding through me and my hips bucked up to meet his next thrust hard.

  “Yes...yes!”

  My movements urged him on and he picked up his pace. I did my best to keep up with his pounding thrusts, matching the movement of my hips to his. Heavy cum-filled balls slapped my ass as he buried himself inside with pounding strokes.

  “Such a beautiful, naughty girl taking all of me.” He slid a hand down my leg and pushed my knee up closer to my chest, causing him to sink even deeper. “Your sweet little pussy is mine now. No other man will touch you.”

  My neck arched and I pressed my breasts against his chest so I could feel the chafe of the light sprinkling of hair there against my greedy nipples. His hips surged, plunging back and forth and I was lost, no longer capable of coherent thought as he brought me closer and closer to something just beyond my reach.

  Our bodies crashed together as he drove me higher and higher.

  “Please, Sawyer!” The words left me on a moan and I couldn’t contain the little whimper as my whole body moved with his rhythmic, pounding thrusts.

  “So fucking perfect, baby.” His words sounded like a vow I couldn’t even begin to fathom. But they were enough to bring me to a clawing, screaming orgasm that rolled through my body in wave after wave of pleasure so intense, I lost all sense of myself.

  Just as I hit the pinnacle, Sawyer’s head fell back and he roared his release. Thick hot ropes of cum filled my virgin pussy, pumped into me until I could feel his sticky release spill from my body.

  His cock still throbbing, he fell over me. Taking my mouth with his he swallowed my cries and moans, pulling every breath I had from my lungs.

  His hands held me tight and I melted into his arms as he trailed hot kisses down my jaw, throat and when he grazed my shoulder with his teeth something inside me screamed claimed.

  Claimed by Sawyer Becker. I belonged to him. Now and forever.

  He collapsed on top of me and I welcomed every hard, muscled inch of him. As reality wiggled its way into my consciousness, I began to run my nails in a tickling caress over his shoulder blades.

  After several minutes while I listened to his breath go from harsh pants to normal and even, he pushed himself up and looked down at me. He scanned my face and whatever he saw there made him smile.

  The smile felt like a gift. I couldn’t help but offer him a grin back. He leaned down and kissed me quickly on the lips and then pressed a more lingering one on my forehead.

  “As much as I hate to move, I need to clean you.”

  I nodded and reluctantly unwound my arms and legs from where they still held him against me.

  “Be right back.” With one more swift kiss, he rolled away from me and walked naked and unashamed to the bathroom.

  I enjoyed the view until he disappeared behind the bathroom door. Then my eyes drifted closed. A deep, satisfying fatigue hit me and I dozed while I waited for him.

  In minutes he returned, sliding me over the comforter and maneuvering us both underneath it. He tucked me into his side, my head cradled on his shoulder.

  I burrowed into him, inhaling his warm, male scent. I floated along in a fog somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

  Just before sleep claimed me completely, he pulled me closer and pressed a kiss on the top of my head. One word drifted to my ears.

  “Mine.”

  Chapter 9

  Trinity

  My eyes fluttered open as the sound of banging pulled me reluctantly from sleep. I blinked as bright sunlight hit my gaze.

  Weird. I always made sure the curtains were pulled closed against the sun before I went to sleep.

  I turned onto my side and became aware of an odd soreness throughout my body. My hazy mind grasped for the reason my muscles felt so rubbery and the spot between my legs...

  I bolted straight up in bed as memories of yesterday seeped into my consciousness.

  Holy shit. I’d had sex. I’d had sex with Sawyer Becker.

  I did a quick scan of my studio apartment, suddenly very happy my entire living space took up only one room. With the bathroom door open and the light off, I could tell at a glance I was alone.

  I flopp
ed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling tile above my head, eyes wide as it flooded back to me. Every last detail.

  Sawyer and I had spent the entire day in my bed. I lost count of the number of times he’d wrung an orgasm from me somewhere after number five.

  After the first time, we took our time for the second. He rolled me over on my stomach and licked, kissed and nibbled every inch of my body. Then he pulled me to my knees and sank his hard, beautiful cock deep inside me with long, toe-curling strokes that had me coming on his command.

  Lunch came and went with little notice from either of us. But when dinnertime rolled around we both decided eating something would be a good idea.

  Coming up empty in my sadly stocked fridge and pantry, Sawyer offered to go pick up dinner.

  I’d been caught somewhere between sheer astonishment at his stamina and humiliation at not even having something to offer him to drink on hand.

  He hadn’t seemed to care, though. He took a quick shower and went out for food while I had a mini freak out over the idea of Sawyer Becker being the man who claimed my virginity. Then I had a not-so-mini freak out wondering if dinner was just the excuse he used to get out the door without a big scene. Maybe he had no intention of coming back.

  After I’d wallowed in my anxiety for a little while, I took myself in hand. I had no control over Sawyer, but I certainly had control over myself. At least I did when he wasn’t around and touching me or kissing me or whispering dirty little descriptions of all the things he wanted to do to my body in my ear.

  I’d picked myself up and headed for the shower.

  Freak out number three came when I got out of the shower and contemplated what to put on. What did a woman wear when the guy who relieved her of her virginity would be returning any minute? Especially when the guy was sexy, capable, and totally fuckable like Sawyer Becker.

  Other women he’d been with probably had a draw full of frilly undies and lacy nighties to tempt him with. Thinking about it now, I should have called Madison. She would have known what to do.

  My best friend knew I bought my underwear in sensible packages of three. I had the choice between white cotton or black cotton. And once I solved the underwear issue, should I dress again in my jeans and T-shirt? My pajamas were as utilitarian as my undies, flannel and threadbare in spots. I couldn’t see donning those to entice Sawyer back to my bed.

  I’m such a freaking mess.

  Did I even want to entice Sawyer back to my bed? What the heck had I been thinking of?

  Sawyer put a quick end to all my freaking out. He’d strolled back into the apartment, his arms full of bags, while I stood there still in my towel from the shower.

  Before I could pull anything on, he’d dropped the bags by the door and had the towel tugged from my body in an instant. He’d then pulled me to the floor and taught me how much I liked being on top while riding out my pleasure.

  We’d managed to stop to eat before crawling back into bed again. Which led me to now, waking up a little sore in new places and completely alone.

  The banging stopped for a second and then started back up again. I realized the sound came from right outside my door at the same time the scent of coffee teased my nose.

  As if hypnotized, I slid out of bed and threw on the first thing I found—the Henley Sawyer had been wearing yesterday—and followed my nose straight to the coffee pot.

  I found it about three-quarters full and quickly poured myself, doctoring it liberally with milk and sugar. Taking a long sip, I waited for the caffeine to hit my system and then turned my attention to the door.

  I walked slowly across the room and took a deep breath before I eased it open. I held it just wide enough to peek outside.

  “Morning, beautiful.” Sawyer smiled at me from his spot squatted on the staircase leading up the door. He wore his jeans and the white T-shirt he’d had on underneath the shirt I was currently wearing. I couldn’t help but admire the way it stretched across his chest. I’m not sure how long I stood there, my eyes devouring him, before I realized he held a hammer and a box full of nails sat open on one of the steps next to him.

  I tipped my head to the side. “What are you doing?”

  “Fixing your steps.” His tone said what he managed to refrain from saying—duh. What else would he be doing?

  “Why?”

  “Didn’t like the feel of them yesterday. Your landlord should have taken care of repairing these a while ago.”

  A small snort escaped me. “You’ve got to be kidding me. If I asked my landlord to check the steps, he’d use it as an excuse to jack my rent up another hundred dollars a month. And believe me, this place isn’t worth what I already pay for it.”

  His brows drew together. “Is this the place you’ve been living since you moved out from the house with your mother?”

  My mother moved out of the house before I did, but I didn’t take the time to correct him. I just nodded.

  His gaze shot over my shoulder into the apartment. “So your landlord keeps the interior maintained, but you don’t want to ask him to take care of this?”

  I shook my head. “My landlord doesn’t take care of the interior.”

  “It’s freshly painted.”

  “Yep. By me. I painted it about nine months ago.” I’d fought with myself over the expense, but the place had needed it. Besides, one of the ways I cheered myself up when I was feeling overworked and like I’d never have enough money saved for school was to change the color of my apartment’s walls. “It needed freshening up.”

  “You’ve been keeping up the inside.” His words were a statement, not a question.

  I shrugged. “I guess. I like it homey and it’s a great location. I have a view of the Sugarbush Ski Slopes and I can walk to work.”

  That little apartment was my haven. The one place where I could hide from the world when I needed to just be by myself.

  He grinned at me and his eyes, already warm, got even warmer. I stood there basking in his gaze for several long moments before I came to my senses and realized I was sporting a goofy grin of my own.

  Good. Lord. I needed to get out of this town fast or I was going to be in major trouble.

  The thought brought a weight crashing down on me. So relentless was the feeling, I didn’t know how I stayed on my feet. Suddenly the thought of the one thing I’d been planning and working toward for years made my stomach churn. And not in an excited, butterfly fluttering kind of way.

  “You okay?”

  I nodded absently and pulled in a shaky breath. To hide my confusion, I questioned him again. “So really, what made you decide to fix the steps for a rental unit? You’re spending your time and effort fixing up someone else’s house. And believe me, my landlord won’t be appreciative. If anything, he'll figure out a way to charge me for it.”

  Sawyer’s eyes flashed and I fought the urge to take a step back at his expression. “Might be someone else’s place. But it’s my woman using these steps. I’m going to make sure it’s taken care of.” His eyes narrowed. “And if your landlord gives you any trouble, you let me know. I’ll take care of that, too.”

  Whoa. Okay. Talk about a loaded statement. There was so much there I didn’t even know where to start. He’d take care of things? And I was his woman?

  No, no, no. I needed about seven more cups of super-charged caffeine before I turned that one over.

  Spotting his empty coffee cup on the railing, I snatched it up. “I’ll get you a refill.”

  I scurried inside, grateful for the excuse to hide inside for a few minutes. I tucked away the thought of “my woman” and what those words might mean for another time.

  I completely ignored the surge of longing that prickled under my skin at the thought of being Sawyer Becker’s woman.

  After I brought Sawyer his refill, showered and drank another cup myself, I stared forlornly into the refrigerator. What did I expect? That the food fairies had stocked up while I slept last night?

  I wish. I
shut the door with a bang and sighed.

  A chuckle came from behind me and I whirled around, a hand to my chest. Sawyer leaned against the breakfast bar that separated the little kitchenette from the rest of the apartment.

  “You scared me.” Nothing like stating the obvious. My gaze traveled over him. Nobody wearing yesterday’s clothes who had spent his morning engaged in manual labor should look that good. No fair.

  He offered me a knowing grin as he stepped past me to rinse his mug in the sink. He turned it upside down and left it in the dish drain when he was done.

  I think I was having an out-of-body experience. That’s the only way I could explain the fact that Sawyer Becker stood in my tiny little kitchen doing domestic tasks and drying his hands on my cherry dish towel. Why did it seem almost harder to accept Sawyer in my kitchen than in my bed?

  “I’m taking you to breakfast.”

  I blinked, my mind trying to shake off the surreal feeling that had stolen over me. “What?”

  “Breakfast. Most important meal of the day? Ringing any bells?”

  “But you bought dinner last night. And you fixed my stairs.”

  “And now I’m going to take you to breakfast.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

  “You didn’t ask, baby. You need to eat. I’m taking you to breakfast.” His voice said case closed.

  I pressed my lips together and debated the merits of arguing. Before I could decide, he continued in the same tone. “And after that, I want to take you to my house.”

  His house. “Why?”

  “Well, I’m going to need a change of clothes at some point. And...”

  I don’t know why, but the pause before he continued that sentence caused fear to stab through me.

  “...I’d like you to see my home.”

  And there it was.

  His words hit me like a blow to my gut.

  Home.

  That word sounded so simple. But Sawyer's home was a Home. With a capital H. His invitation wasn’t like me inviting him to my tiny apartment that I’ve been planning to move away from since the day I moved in.