by Skye Darrel
Sawyer gathers everything in the bag, and we leave the dressing room. Tanya the saleslady is chatting with another customer, thank God, and we walk out and get in his car. I buckle on my seatbelt, and finally I can’t take it anymore.
“Sawyer.”
“Yes?”
I stare ahead. “Who’s the girl in your wallet?”
“You have sharp eyes.”
“Tell me.”
“My sister.” He starts the engine. “She passed away when I was in college.”
“Oh. What was her name?”
“Stacey.”
“You guys were close?”
“She was my sister.” Sawyer looks at me and his whole mood has changed. The playful flirting lusty animal is gone. He smiles, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. His eyes have this long stare I’ve only ever seen in old people or someone who survived terrible suffering. I’ve met my share of both growing up in foster care.
After a while he says, “Ready to leave?”
“Yeah.”
Chapter Seven
SAWYER
Dusk is my favorite time of the day. Cheryl tries on a new black dress while I watch her on the sofa. I can tell she's not quite comfortable in her own skin, but she's a goddess to me. My cock hardens at the sight of her hips, that curve from her waist to her thighs. We got back after a full day in D.C., and other than some awkwardness in the car about Stacey, it’d been a perfect day.
Opening my shirt, I watch as Cheryl bites her lip.
“How do I look?” she says.
“Beautiful.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good enough to eat.”
Her face flushes, and I motion her closer with my finger. Cheryl edges over so our knees touch. I slide my hand under her skirt to find her bare pussy wet. Staring at her, I split open her sticky lips with one finger and massage her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Did you enjoy today?” I ask.
“It was different.”
“Different bad or different good?”
“Not telling,” she murmurs.
“I think we should spend tonight with no clothes on.”
“You do, huh?”
“I do, Cheryl. I think you need Daddy now.”
She blushes.
I unzip her dress, then take off my own clothes. I cup her breasts and kiss each nipple before I pull her down to the couch. Straddling her over my cock, I push her lower to my balls, groaning as her moist flesh grips me.
“Ride my cock, little girl.”
Cheryl abandons all modesty and rolls her hips back and forth, tits bouncing as her cunt squeezes me. I rub up her sides and wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her soft throat. I kiss down to her collarbones while I pump her tight pussy, giving her everything she needs. Her juices slick out and trickle down my sac. I feel her walls ripple with orgasm, and only then do I let myself cum inside her.
She breathes against my shoulder.
I carry her to the bedroom and set her down before I lick her pussy clean. Whenever my cum seeps out, I push it back in. I only asked for three days of her life, but the beast inside me has already decided she’s mine forever.
I climb up the bed to hold her in my arm. Cheryl lays her head on my chest, her heart beating steadily. She starts to say something, then stops herself. I know what’s bothering her.
“You want to know about Stacey?” I ask.
“Yes.”
It was only a matter of time when I had to share my past with Cheryl. I gather my voice and decide to keep the story simple. “My sister was born with congenital heart disease. She was born with a hole in her heart. Stacey had her first surgery five weeks after birth. More surgeries later. But the doctors could never make her whole. They bought her time, not life. She died when she was sixteen.” I pause to steady my voice. “Stacey had a stuffed cat that looked like your Pixie.”
“Oh.”
“So that’s that.”
“I didn’t mean to pry,” Cheryl says.
“Not your fault.”
“What was Stacey like?”
“Brave,” I say. “Brave and sweet. She deserved so much more from life. You remind me of her in some ways.” I regret the words as soon as I say them.
Cheryl pushes up on one elbow. “What do you mean?”
“You both deserved better,” I say after a moment. I lost my chance to be a good brother for Stacey, but I won’t lose my chance to be a good man for Cheryl. The thought runs clear through my mind, and I hold her tighter.
“Let’s stop talking about the past,” I say.
She snuggles against me. “Okay.”
When I wake up the next morning, Cheryl’s still asleep. I pull the blanket up her shoulder and kiss her hair. A feeling of fierce protectiveness sweeps through my chest as I watch her breathe. Then my eyes follow the curve in her hips, and my cock begins to stir. I tear my eyes away before I do something nasty, and I pad out to the living room, carefully closing the door behind me.
Her panties are still on the sofa.
I walk over and sit down, stroking my hard cock to relieve the ache. There’s no thought in my head besides Cheryl, who has become my everything, and the only thing I can smell is her warm scent.
My hand forms a fist around my erection, and I wish my thoughts were purer. We made love for so long last night, but already I want her again. Taste her. Mark her. My urges take over while I jerk my cock until I groan with climax, hot cum oozing out of me in squirts, every drop fueled by my girl.
Cursing my lack of control, I wash my hands in the kitchen then get my phone and call Felix in Manhattan.
My best friend of over a decade picks up at once. “That really you, bro?”
“It’s me.” As far as I know, I’m the only person he calls bro, and he’s the only person who ever calls me bro. We came up in the world together, starting in college, and Felix has been by my side ever since through thick and thin.
“I need a favor.” Felix listens in silence as I give my instructions, and I can almost see his scowl.
After I’m done, he mutters under his breath. “That’s a big favor, Saw.”
“Just do it.”
“Who the hell is Cheryl Dolloway?”
“Someone important to me.”
“Important how?” Felix asks.
“I love her.”
Silence. Then he says in a low voice, “I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t do anything crazy over there.”
“When have I ever done anything crazy?”
“I can think of a few examples.”
“Fuck off.”
“You too.” After a laugh, he says, “You really in love with this girl?”
“Yeah. I can’t describe how I felt when I saw her the first time. It’s this certainty. It was almost peaceful. I love her with all my heart.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah.”
Felix sighs. “I’m happy for you, Saw. You needed a woman in your life. Don’t let her get away.”
My body tenses at the idea of losing Cheryl. “I won’t.”
“I’ll take care of things on my end,” Felix says.
“Appreciate it.”
I hang up, set down the phone, and take a long breath. I glance at Cheryl’s panties again, and heat spreads from my chest to the base of my cock. Today’s my second day with her, and I’m going to make it count.
I get back to the bedroom to find Cheryl already awake. Her face reddens when she sees how hard I am. I hadn’t dressed when I got out of bed.
“Who were you talking to?” she asks.
“Someone from work.”
She makes a hesitant smile. “You work? I thought all you did was collect rent checks.”
“Are you teasing me, Princess?”
“A little.”
I run my hand up her ankles. Cheryl giggles as I drag her to the foot of the bed and cage her between my arms. I kiss her, sucking her lips a
s my cock throbs for her cunt. The scent of her wetness is sweet and sexy and my mouth waters.
I’d eat her out, but my balls itch for release even though I’d only cum thirty minutes ago. Seeing Cheryl spread out like this turns me into an animal.
“Sawyer,” she moans, biting her lip, watching me with still-innocent eyes.
I pull back, grab her thighs, and thrust my cock balls deep into her pussy. She clenches and arches, her toes curling. I stop to let her adjust around my size. I know she’s still getting used to me after losing her virginity, and I’d never hurt her. But it’s a damn struggle holding back.
“You okay, baby?”
She nods quickly, her eyes squeezed shut. “I’m okay.”
I rut into her. The mattress creaks as we rock back and forth, and I divide my attention between plucking her swollen clit and puffy nipples. Her legs lock around my waist, squeezing me as she heaves, and it’s too goddamn much. Growling and straining, I force my cock deeper and hold her neck, and I slap her tits, making her flinch and cry out for more. “That’s a good little girl,” I grunt. “My cock is all yours, Princess.”
“Oh God.”
“Cum for me, angel. Give me your pussy.”
Her juices squish around my shaft as I grip her breasts and kiss her throat. She cries out her pleasure, and I feel her cunt constrict around my cock to suck the cum from my balls.
“Fuck!”
Her hands wound through my hair as our bodies settle. “That was amazing,” she whispers.
“I could stay in you all day, baby girl.”
She pouts. “I’m hungry.”
So am I.
After a shower together, I cook her breakfast and watch her eat. Even though my stomach’s grumbling, I lose all appetite because the way she licks her fork gets me hard again. There’s only one thing on my mind.
“Will you quit staring at me like that?” Cheryl says.
Under the table, I pull my dick out and stroke.
Pink creeps up Cheryl’s face, but she licks that fork again, sliding her tongue along the tongs. “You need to work on your table manners, Sawyer.”
“Keep tempting me and I’ll come over there and put my cock in your mouth.”
“Big talk,” she murmurs, flicking her lashes. “Are you gonna be like this the whole day?”
I walk over and lift her onto the table. Stroking my cock, I kneel between her legs and pull her panties aside before I plunge my tongue into her liquid heat. Cheryl lets out a gasp as her pussy bumps against my mouth, and soon I have her on the edge of a screaming orgasm.
“Yes, Princess. I’ll be like this the whole day. I can’t get enough of you.” Today and every day for the rest of my life if I can help it.
Chapter Eight
CHERYL
The feel of warm lips wakes me from sleep. “Morning, sleepyhead,” Sawyer says, leaning over me.
“Hey.”
“Have I told you how pretty you look in bed?”
“Every morning,” I murmur.
It’s been only three days since I moved in with Sawyer, but it feels like a lifetime. I reach down to stroke his hard cock. He’s hot to the touch. Sawyer’s always hard in the mornings, no matter how much we make love the night before. Make love and fuck, that’s all we do when he’s not spoiling me with shoulder rubs and shopping trips. It’s not only his cock either. Sawyer has an obsession with putting his tongue down there.
He rubs my clit slowly as our eyes meet, and my hand on his erection moves faster. We make each other cum. Sawyer groans, his cock shuddering in my hand as warm white stuff land in thick gobs on my belly.
He rubs his seed into my skin while I reach my climax, his whirling fingers on my clit never stopping, and I scream his name. I call him Daddy again.
When I come down at last, I feel embarrassed.
Last week, I was a virgin. I’ve seen a lot of sketchy things in my short time on earth, done some too, but I could always tell myself at least I haven’t done it. Now I’m doing it all the freaking time. Not that it is all that sketchy. Okay, sure Sawyer can be really dirty when he gets in this mood, like he wants to devour me, but when we make love—really make love—he's sweet and gentle. I feel a connection with him I've never felt with anyone.
“Today’s the big day,” he says. “Have you come to a decision, Ms. Dolloway? As regards to your future residency?”
“I’ve decided,” I say slowly, “to give you three more weeks.”
Sawyer breaks out in the biggest smile I’ve seen yet. It almost doesn’t suit his brooding, handsome face. “Thank you, Princess. You shall not be disappointed. My next goal is to win you over for three months. Then three years. Then—" he kisses me "—forever."
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I’m good at planning.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sawyer pulls me out of bed. He’s boyish this morning, tickling my sides. I can’t help but giggle. “Heard anything back from BrightStar yet?” he asks.
It takes me a second to remember my sorry excuse for a job application three days ago. Sawyer has been a good distraction from my no-job problem. “I’ve been busy with other things,” I say. “Besides, I’m sure my resume’s buried under a thousand others more qualified.”
As far as I know, BrightStar Energy, besides having great taste in billboard design, is also a big player in green technology. That’s what their website had said. Any job that requires “technology” is out of my league.
Sawyer drags a finger along my jaw. “You don’t need to get a job, Cheryl. Stay here, and we’ll make babies together. Let me take care of you.”
I pout. “Told you before, Daddy. I want a job, and I’ll get it on my own.”
Sawyer taps my nose. “Stubborn little girl.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“So check your email.” He slaps my butt lightly, using his deep Daddy voice. “I have a good feeling.”
“You have a good feeling?”
Sawyer growls. “Do it, Princess.”
I squirm out of Sawyer’s grip and hop away to the closet, swaying my hips to give him a nice view. Fine, if he wants to play games with me, I’ll tease him right back. I put on the little black dress that I know drives him crazy, then stroll into the living room. Sawyer follows on my heels. I get my phone and skim through my inbox.
“Oh my God.”
Someone named Kim Maddox wants to interview me tomorrow morning at BrightStar Energy’s corporate office in D.C. I don’t believe it.
I show Sawyer the email.
He breaks into a smile. “See? You underestimate yourself.”
“Dear Ms. Dolloway,” I read the email aloud, “your resume came across my desk. Our D.C. office has a new opening that may be perfect for you. I have an interview slot available tomorrow at nine-thirty. Please reply to confirm.”
“You underestimate yourself,” Sawyer repeats.
“Stop saying that.”
“It’s true.”
“I won’t get it. No way.”
Sawyer kisses me. “And 99.9 percent of the time you would be right. But I have a feeling this is that 0.1 percent. Miracles happen, Princess.”
“I doubt it.”
“We’ll go out and celebrate. Let me get presentable.”
“I haven’t even gotten the job yet!”
“I’m sure you’ll do great.” And just like that, he walks to the bedroom to get dressed, and by getting dressed, I mean he’ll return in a flawlessly tailored suit.
I take the time to google BrightStar Energy on my phone.
Up till now, all I know about them is that they have a big billboard outside Avalon Apartments and what I’ve read on their website. Google brings up a few news articles. BrightStar Energy Solutions makes batteries of some kind. Their headquarters is in New York, and they have offices in San Francisco, Seattle, and D.C. Sounds fancy. I look up the openings they have at their D.C. office and find job descriptions filled with technical terms that read like a foreign lan
guage. Every job requires a college degree or PhD. There’s no way they’ll hire me.
When Sawyer comes out, he looks dashing as usual. “All ready?” he asks.
“Kim Maddox must have me confused with another applicant or something. This stuff is way beyond me.”
“Nothing’s beyond you.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he says. “You’ll be fine tomorrow. Just be yourself.”
I gape at him before I put my phone away. It's hard to argue with a guy who tells you to be yourself and means it.
◆◆◆
The D.C. office of BrightStar is a big glass building. Sawyer drops me off outside, kisses me on the cheek, and says he’ll be waiting to hear good news.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” I tell him.
“Too late.”
I roll my eyes and walk through the revolving doors, but deep down the only thing carrying me forward is knowing he believes in me. This man I’ve known for less than a week has somehow become my pillar.
The lobby is immense, and it takes me a while to click my way to the front desk in my new pumps. I’m not used to walking with heels two inches off the ground.
A line has formed at the desk. People in front of me sign a clipboard and wait on lounge chairs. I reach the desk and give my name, and I'm about to sign when the guard tells me I won't be waiting.
“Ms. Maddox is on her way down,” the guard says.
“Oh.”
The elevator nearby pings, and a smartly dressed woman steps out with a smile. “Cheryl Dolloway?”
“Uh, yes.”
She extends a hand. “Kim Maddox, VP for BrightStar Human Resources. I’ll be interviewing you.”
We shake hands. Her smile isn’t quite real, and she seems anxious for some reason. Working in a diner taught me to read people early on. “You’re the vice president of BrightStar?” I ask.
“BrightStar Human Resources, Washington.”
“That’s kind of senior isn’t it? I’m only here for a job interview.”
