Fuck.
I took a moment to catch my breath. “What was that for?”
She grinned. “I just like you. You’re great, Sawyer. I don’t really know what you want from me or where this is going, but I’ve had the best time with you.”
“Me too, babe.”
I paused. I’d considered suggesting we spend some time apart. I wanted to spend all my non-flying time with her but was afraid I’d somehow fuck up whatever we had going on.
Over the past week, I realized that I was capable of being in a relationship. I wanted to be there for someone and have someone miss me when I was gone. Someone who cared about me. I could make this work. I wanted Sol.
“Look, Sol. What I said the other night when Joy took that picture—”
Her beautiful face fell. “Oh, no worries. I get it. We were just in the moment.”
I shook my head. “No. It’s not that at all. I meant it. This is serious for me. It’s not a fling. I really want to make this work.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Me too. I know it can. I’m kind of obsessed with you. It’s unhealthy really. If you had an Instagram account, I’d be stalking you.”
I laughed. “Well, good thing I don’t. I know that’s your life, but I still don’t give a shit about that stuff. I don’t want people to worship me for what I look like, just for what I do.”
She pursed her lips. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but that was how I felt. I also believed Sol had so much more to offer the world than what she posted on social media. Maybe I could help her discover her true passion.
“So, should I buy a plane ticket back to San Francisco? I totally understand if you need to just unwind alone back at your place in Pensacola.”
I reached over and grabbed her hand. “No, babe. I don’t want to be alone. I want you to come to Pensacola with me.”
She beamed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter 22
Sol
Tonight was the night.
Sawyer and I had spent the last two nights at his house on base in Pensacola. I really loved it out here—the people were friendly, it was warm and sunny unlike San Francisco, and it wasn’t as humid as I thought it would be. Sawyer had been showing me around town and even took some more Instagram pictures with me. I usually wasn’t a beach girl, but I enjoyed relaxing in the sand and reading a book while Sawyer surfed.
But I’d made a decision this morning. I didn’t want to wait any longer, and I didn’t need to be in love. We were in a committed relationship. I was ready.
Sawyer kissed me on the forehead when I told him. “Are you sure? We don’t have to. I’ll wait for you.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m excited.”
He grinned and then drew me a bath. Then he poured me a glass of champagne and served me some strawberries.
He raised his flute to mine. The glasses clinked as he gave a toast. “To us.”
“To us.”
He fed me a strawberry and then walked out of the bathroom.
I slid into the bubbles and relaxed.
My mind raced. This was so romantic. He was so romantic. Truly a fantasy coming true. I had no doubts.
I sipped my champagne and tried to calm my nerves. After a few deep calming breaths, I finally emerged, slick and wet and ready for Sawyer.
Ready to give myself completely to him. I rubbed lotion all over my body and put on a white satin slip over my head. I took a look in the mirror and saw a sexy, beautiful woman staring back at me.
Sawyer had lit candles all around the room. He stood in front of the bed with wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. He had the most incredible body—a strong defined chest with tattoos, ripped arms, and a sexy V under his abs.
I stood there awkwardly for a second.
“You look so beautiful, babe.” He pulled the straps of my slip down over my shoulders and let my slip fall to the floor, then he picked me up and carried me to the bed.
He kissed slowly down my face and nibbled at my earlobe. His breath on my collarbone caused heat to grow between my legs. I kissed him back, running my hands all over his tanned skin, pulling him closer to me.
He turned his attention to my breasts, slowly licking my nipples until he took one in his mouth and sucked on it.
I was dying for him.
Every kiss, every lick, every touch made the anticipation that much greater.
He settled in between my thighs and kissed my most sensitive spot. Over the past two weeks, I had been drowning in the pleasure that he gave me. Sawyer was so unselfish. He spoiled me, eating my pussy every chance he got, and I craved his tongue. He made me feel like a sexy woman.
My sex drive had gone from cautiously curious to insatiable, but I no longer wanted an appetizer. I wanted the main course.
I relaxed as Sawyer licked me, my breathing rapidly increasing.
“Babe, I’m ready. Please. Don’t make me wait.”
A wicked smile graced his face.
I took another deep breath. After years of waiting and wondering when I would lose my virginity, and who I would lose it to, the time had finally come. But I wasn’t scared like I thought I would be or nervous like I’d been that night in San Francisco. I was thrilled—I couldn’t wait.
He rolled the condom onto his delicious cock.
He pressed his chest into mine and stared into my eyes. One more sweet kiss on my lips, and then he slowly entered me.
“Ah.” The pressure was so sweet and intense.
“You okay, babe?”
“Yup, don’t stop.”
He slid in a bit farther, inch by inch, closer to my soul. And then a wave of pain crashed over me.
I gasped.
His handsome face scrunched up. “Want me to stop?”
The beat of his heart vibrated against my chest. “No.”
He slowly moved back and forth inside me. The pain was quickly being replaced by pleasure. We were finally one.
“How do you feel?”
“Amazing. Sawyer, don’t hold back, make love to me. Please.”
And that was exactly what he did.
He sped up his tempo all the while maintaining eye contact with me. I wanted to cry out—it felt so good, so bad, so right. Pleasure tinged with pain.
I just wanted more of this, more of him.
“I’m crazy about you, Sunshine.”
Sunshine. Was this his new pet name for me? His words penetrated me as deep as his cock had. To my head, to my heart, to my soul.
And as much as this moment, this lovemaking meant to me, I couldn’t help thinking it meant more to him. This wasn’t casual sex. Would things change between us tomorrow?
He kissed my lips and my breasts as he thrust deeper inside of me.
I closed my eyes, just giving in to the moment, savoring every movement, every touch, every kiss.
“Babe, come here.”
He pulled me up to a sitting position, and I wrapped my legs around him. We sat facing each other, eye to eye, soul to soul.
“Ride me.”
I rode up and down on his cock, and at first, the pain from his size was almost too much to bear, but I forced myself to relax.
Sawyer was so loving with me. He maintained his gaze and kissed my nipples as I controlled our rhythm. The more I focused on Sawyer, the wetter I became. Slowly, I could feel the ecstasy build.
“That’s it, baby.”
He grasped my hips and guided my motion.
I could feel the pleasure come in waves, nothing like I had experienced before.
The intensity built, and I was sure I was going to burst. I had come before, but nothing had ever felt like this.
So pleasurable, so incredible, so loving, so sexy.
Sawyer’s hands gripped my ass. I rubbed my clit on him as he sucked my nipple.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And you’re all mine. Come with me, babe.”
My breath hitched, and the pleasure came back. I had
to get out of my head and just feel, just be here, be in the moment.
And no one was better at making me do that than Sawyer.
He spoke in almost a whisper. “I’m falling so hard for you.”
And with that, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, truly over. I had nothing left to hold back.
He thrust deeper inside of me as he sucked on my nipples, alternating between each one.
I screamed in pleasure.
“Oh oh oh oh!”
“Yeah babe, let go.”
Joy rippled through my body as we came together, our bodies a sweaty, sexy mess.
I let out a long laugh, and he laughed too. He got up and ran to the bathroom to throw the condom away. When he returned, his eyes zeroed in on the blood on the sheets. A proud look graced his handsome face, but he didn’t say anything about the stain. He climbed back into bed and held me closer than he had ever had before.
He pushed a lock of hair back from my face and kissed me.
“So, how was it?”
“Amazing! Everything I thought it would be and more. I want you to make love to me every day.”
“That can be arranged.”
He kissed me again. I hopped out of the bed and dashed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt stronger and sexier than I ever had.
Then my phone beeped.
I grabbed it—it was Kelli.
Kelli: I just emailed your flight information for Friday.
Fuck! Friday was in two days. I hadn’t told Sawyer yet that I was heading to Miami, not that I thought he’d mind. I’d ask him to come with me, but there were strict rules in the contract about not bringing a boyfriend or spouse. I understood the brand’s point—Sawyer would be a distraction.
I’d tell him tonight. But for now, I just wanted to bask in his love.
Chapter 23
Sawyer
Taking Sol’s virginity had been one of the best nights of my life. We’d had sex four times yesterday. She couldn’t get enough. Neither could I.
And I wish it hadn’t meant so much to me, but the fact that she’d never been with another man, that I was the only man who ever made her come like that, drove me wild. I had an insane desire to protect her, a desire I’d never felt toward anyone but my brothers-in-arms.
Sol and I had made love in the morning and spent the day riding bikes. When we got home, I ran out to grab a pizza. I couldn’t wait to drink a cold beer and chill with my woman.
My woman. I could hardly believe my life right now. Typically, I spent my rare time off hitting the bars, meeting a new woman every night.
But I couldn’t think about anyone else but Sol.
The crazy thing was that I didn’t even remotely miss that life. Sol was everything to me. I missed her when I was away from her even for a few minutes.
“Hey, Sunshine.”
“Hey.” She greeted me with a kiss. She was wearing these short little pajama bottoms, and I wanted to rip them off and devour her pussy.
I popped open a beer. Sol bit her lower lip and struggled to make eye contact. What was wrong? For a second, I thought she was going to break up with me.
“Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you—I got this amazing opportunity the other week.”
I exhaled, relieved that I’d been wrong. “Congrats. What is it?”
“A manager for some major brands has asked me to fly to Miami and take some pictures for his products.”
I studied her face. “Why do you have to go to Miami?”
“That’s where he’s located.”
He? “Who?”
She took out her phone and showed me the profile of some guy named Vidal Verity. This douche’s Instagram was full of beautiful women in bikinis, on his yacht, and in his hot tub with his arms around them.
Oh, hell no.
Fuck. I’d never been someone’s boyfriend before. I didn’t want to come off as a controlling dick. But I was highly suspicious of some guy wanting to take pictures of Sol. I understood that this was her job, but she was so naïve and trusting. Hell, she flew to Seattle with me without even knowing me.
“When?”
She grimaced. “Tomorrow. Sorry, I knew about this last week, but I didn’t know what was going on with us or if we’d still be dating so I didn’t tell you.”
Well, that was reassuring. But after the stunt Veronica pulled, I didn’t blame her.
She’d followed me around for my job, so I was going to man up and do the same for her.
“That’s fine. I have the day off. I’ll fly you there. I can use my buddy’s plane.”
She shook her head. “No. That won’t work. No significant others allowed.”
My chest constricted. Nope. Not going to happen.
“Well then, you can tell him that you aren’t going.”
Her gaze narrowed at me. “What? This is my job, Sawyer. I’m not a child.”
“No, you aren’t a child. But you’re my girlfriend. This guy could be a rapist. I read about this man once who was scamming models. It’s suspicious that he won’t let your boyfriend go. So, if I can’t go with you, you’re not going. That’s final. You’ll get other jobs.”
Her voice raised. “Are you’re kidding me right now. It’s super legit. Kelli said—”
“Fuck Kelli. Sol, how fucking naïve are you? It’s legit because you have a contract? You fucking told me yourself about that one guy who was trying to sext you. He had a contract, too. I’m not telling you that you can’t work. I offered to go with you. But this guy even put in the contract ‘no significant others allowed.’ That’s shady. The answer is no. You’re not going.”
She glared at me. “You can’t tell me where I can and can’t go.”
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. I needed to try another approach. She was so sweet and trusting. She always looked for the good in people, and I knew better than most that some people would do nothing but take advantage of someone like Sol. “Babe, are you serious right now? Do you know how sketchy this sounds? Some guy, who you’ve never met, wants you to fly alone to Miami to take pictures. You’re actually entertaining this right now? He could be a sex trafficker.”
“Christ, Sawyer, he’s not a sex trafficker. Or a rapist. I mean, he has a ton of followers on Instagram.”
I laughed. “Like that means anything. You know better than anyone that Instagram is all fake.”
Her nostrils flared. Dammit—that had been the exactly wrong thing to say to her.
“Fuck you, Sawyer. I’ve worked my ass off to get organic followers. I know you don’t respect what I do, but you could at least pretend.”
“See, that’s the difference between you and me, Sol. I don’t pretend. I’m real. And my feelings toward you are one-hundred-percent real. I’m crazy about you. I just want to protect you.”
“Wow. You’re so fucking paranoid. Not everyone is out to have sex with me, and I don’t need protecting. You just think the worst of everyone in my world. This is a legitimate job.”
“Then call him right now and say that you feel more comfortable if your boyfriend comes with you. I’m not trying to interfere with your work. You won’t even know I’m there. But I don’t want you alone with this man. If you don’t want me tagging along, that’s fine, too. I trust you. But then I’m hiring you security.”
She looked at me, and her hands shook. “I’m going, Sawyer. Alone. And honestly, I think we made a mistake here. You’ll never accept what I do. I don’t want to be with someone who tells me what I can and can’t do. Who thinks my job and my life are jokes. I don’t think this can work out.”
My vision blurred. This couldn’t be happening to me. No. Not now. Not when I’d fallen for her. Not when I . . .
“You’re breaking up with me because I’m worried about your safety? And I don’t think your job and life are jokes. But unlike everyone else in your life, I’m going to be honest with you and not blow smoke up your ass. Despite having over a million followers, you�
��re so alone. You told me when we met that you don’t have any close friends. You post about avocado toast, vanilla lattes, and sunsets, but you’re so much more than that. You’re smart; you’re compassionate. You could be making a real difference in people’s lives like you have in mine.”
Her bottom lip quaked. “We haven’t even known each other for more than two weeks, and you’re telling me what to do. I don’t like it.”
I held her arms and forced her to look at me. “I just want you to be safe. All I’m asking is to go with you or for you to get security. Is that too much to ask?”
“That’s not how these things are done.”
I shook my head. “Sol, you live in la-la land with your unicorn lattes and mermaid bowls. There are some really evil people out there. I’m not saying he is, but you need to be safe.”
“I’ll be safe. But Sawyer, I’m going.”
And with that, she stormed into the bedroom to pack. I downed my beer as my world closed in on me.
After twenty minutes, she emerged. “I’m going to stay in a hotel tonight. Maybe we can talk when I get back.”
“If you come back.”
She rolled her eyes. “Look, I hear what you are trying to say, and I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. We can install an app on our phones to track each other. That way you’ll know where I am.”
“Is that what you think of me, Sol? That I’m some possessive boyfriend who needs to know where you are at all times? That’s not it, at all. I just want you to be safe.”
“I understand. But we can sync it, just in case.”
I pushed my rage down and reluctantly agreed. I was so fucking pissed right now, I couldn’t see straight.
Her Uber came to take her away. “Bye, Sawyer. I’ll fly back here on Sunday. Then we can talk.”
“Bye, Sol.” She didn’t even kiss me goodbye. Once she shut the door, I grabbed my beer bottle and threw it against the wall. The shards of glass shattered just like my heart. Would I ever see her again? Or would she be just another person in my life who left me?
Chapter 24
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