by Nikki Wild
“Saffron…I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long…”
“I know. Or at least…I do now. And trust me, we’ve got all summer to take advantage of it…you’re going to see me a lot more like this…”
I enveloped him in my arms and planting a strong kiss on his lips, pressing my body up against him. “You know where you should fuck me?” I asked sweetly.
“Where do you have in mind?”
“You should let me see the ocean,” I told him, my fingertip running along his jaw and down to his chin. “Just bring me around back, put my hands down on the back patio railing, make me stick out my ass, and–”
There was a hard knocking from the door.
Sawyer and I turned to each other in hesitation.
Is that Hensley? He mouthed to me.
I tugged my robe back around me. I don’t know.
The knocking repeated, more urgently. We walked over to the door, and he peered through the peephole. I adjusted myself and ensured that my robe wasn’t about to pop back open, then hid slightly behind him as he pulled back from the door.
“Who is it?” I whispered. “Is it him?”
He looked at me with the most terrified look I’ve ever seen. As his hand reached to unlock the latch, there was another strong, authoritative knocking.
“OPEN UP! POL–”
The door swung open – revealing not our family friend, coming by with urgent news, but a pair of police officers.
“Greetings sir, madam,” the older officer spoke. They were both looked to be highly official, with the sternest expressions they could muster. The older one looked to be in his mid-fifties – the younger one must have been about our age.
“My name’s Officer Robertson, and this here’s Officer Green,” the older of the two immediately explained. They both stared my stepbrother down with the typical “cop stare.” You know the one – that emotionless, piercing glare that the authorities love to use. “Are you Sawyer Samuels, otherwise known as ‘Bonesaw?’”
Sawyer nodded, and I suddenly experienced a wave of crushing fear. “I am.”
“Son, you’re under arrest for the assault on one Peter Pascall,” the older officer declared, pulling Sawyer aside and slapping cuffs around his wrists. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”
“I do,” Sawyer replied. I would have been panicking – in fact, I was mentally screaming – but he was remarkably calm, even stone cold. “Officer, who is Peter Pascall?”
“You crushed his face in last night, Bonesaw,” the younger cop, Officer Green, sneered into Sawyer’s face. “You might have known him by one of those stage names you guys like to use. What was it? Jabberjaw?”
Sawyer remained silent as he was grabbed by the shoulder by the older officer, turned towards the car.
“Peter Pascall’s still in the hospital from injuries sustained from that little cage fight of yours, son,” Officer Green explained, grabbing my brother by the arm and in the direction of the police cruiser. Sawyer hissed – it was the arm with the bitten shoulder. “You’re more than a little lucky he isn’t dead. He’s filed charges. Claims you had him locked inside that cage with you. Unlicensed cage fighting is a crime. You know that, right?”
Twenty-Four
Sawyer
Pensacola, Present Day
The days rolled over in a meaningless, endless barrage of time as I sat in jail. The only change in scenery had been a brief visit to the hospital when the officers deemed my injuries to be worth a look – but the clearly indifferent doctor cleared me, nevertheless. He didn’t even bother to properly inspect the site of the bite mark, considering that my opponent had broken skin – that, at least, I’d hoped to get out of the exam. As for my wounds, my healthy regeneration and high pain threshold worked against me, and I wasn’t offered so much as an aspirin for the pain, which had come back after being deprived of the pain medication.
Back in jail, the rest of the arrestees from the last few days were sitting in a large, collective cell, furious and defeated. However, they made a special concession for me – I had nearly killed a man with my bare hands, so I got my own separate cell, just like the rape risk victims and the women. Alone with my thoughts, I settled on just the one to get me through: I had nearly killed Slippery Pete.
Jabberjaw.
Peter Pascall.
Whatever the fuck his name was.
He had been the entire reason I’d entered the lifestyle. A chance encounter on the pavement in front of a bar, and he’d drawn me into his life, and I’d almost put him out of it.
Even better, it was my parent’s anniversary.
And I’d ruined it.
I was here to protect her. Saffron… My role was to ensure that my sister was cared for and safe while alone in Pensacola. I had screwed it all up by reliving an old glory. Now, she was alone and unprotected, and the esteemed bodyguard son was locked behind bars.
There was only a day left before I’d be sent to prison. I’d already video-conferenced with a judge – my bail had been set, and I was locked back away. The hope drained from me as I sat in that hellhole, reflecting on my mistakes. I couldn’t bring myself to call my parents.
I had told her that I was retired.
But it was all that I had left now.
I wondered what prison would be like. I was incredibly built for most of what I’d experienced out here, but I never enjoyed the darker side of life. I couldn’t bear to think of what would happen to me.
“Sawyer Samuels?” A gruff voice called out, approaching from out of sight. I crossed over to the bars and shook them briefly, pulling the attention of an officer around the corner. He had mistakenly gone to the large pit, expecting to find me in there.
“Ah, there you are,” he muttered, walking around the guardroom that dominated the center of the chamber and towards me. “Stand in the center with your hands behind your back.”
I did as I was told, and I heard him unlock the bars behind me. There were footsteps now, and I heard the subtle clicking of metal before handcuffs slapped around my wrists again.
“You’ve made bail, Samuels. Come with me.”
I’ve made bail.
I followed him around the corner, my eye wandering towards the pit. Most of the arrestees were lying on their blue, folding prison mats, but some were standing near the bars or against the wall.
“That was a damn good match, Bonesaw! Damn good match!” A whining voice called out.
Thanks, pal, I muttered angrily in my head.
The release procedures were standard to my expectations. My thumbprint was taken; a tired, menacing-looking mugshot was snapped. Afterwards, I was given back my possessions and told to change out of my orange jumpsuit and back into my streetclothes. Finally, I had to sign a form stating that I had been given back everything that had been handed to me, among other stupid legal bullshit, and that I was formally checking out of the Escambia County Parish Prison.
How did she do it? I wondered to myself, being escorted to the front lobby. How did Saffron spring me from in here? The officer stopped us, unlocking a door and leading me through. He locked it behind us and unlocked the next, and I eagerly awaited seeing my beloved – maybe she would throw her arms around me, throwing a kiss against my cheek.
I didn’t care who saw.
But it wasn’t her.
However, Saffron was there too – and her eyes lit up the moment I passed into sight. But it was when I registered Hensley’s face that I knew what had happened. He smiled warmly, a little sadly, as I was escorted into their care.
“Have a good night,” the officer briskly told them as he wandered back behind the door, locking it from the other side.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Saffron immediately asked, inspecting my face.
“My, my! Is that what it takes to get you two to be agreeable?” Hensley chuckled, waving at the unamused desk clerk. “A couple of days in the old slammer, and you’re suddenly inseparable.”
“Something like that,” I told him with a grin.
“Come along, you two,” Hensley chuckled wearily. Saffron and I followed him outside, down the steps, and over towards the sedan. Night had fallen, and I gazed out over the city as I climbed into the back.
“How long was I in there?” I asked her as she slid into the backseat beside me.
“Three days,” she explained, looking me in the eyes. “Hensley and I had to wait until bail had been set before we could do anything.”
“I’m sure you two need a little privacy, so if you don’t need anything from me…” Hensley smiled in the rearview. We shook our heads, and he pressed a button. “Just don’t kill each other back there, alright? I’ve had enough rough stuff for a few days…”
A black privacy visor lifted, separating us from our driver. Saffron and I gazed at each other for a moment before she threw her lips against mine, kissing me deep and passionately.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again,” she murmured in my ear, nipping the lobe with her teeth. “After everything we’ve been through, you slip away from me the moment I finally have you…”
“Trust me,” I whispered between forceful kisses. “It wasn’t in the plan,”
“Good,” she quietly replied, her lips slamming to mine again. “I’ll let you have one,” another pause for a kiss, “but don’t you dare,” she pulled back and held my face in her hands, “make a habit of it. I want you all to myself, Sawyer Samuels…and after all every last little arrogant bit of bullshit, I think I’ve deserved it.”
“I’d say so,” I conceded.
It hadn’t escaped my notice that Saffron had worn a miniskirt to my release. As my hands began to wander her body, one slid down her side and scratched at her exposed thigh. I heard her gasp in my ear.
“Quiet…” I hissed. “We don’t need an interruption.”
“Fuck you, Sawyer,” she murmured with a grin.
“Let me get you back home, and we’ll see…”
She bit her bottom lip. Saffron looked incredibly sexy under the passing streetlights, and I couldn’t help but slide a pair of strong fingers along her thigh and towards her panties. To my complete lack of surprise, they were already soaked with her need.
“Looks like you’ve been anticipating this,” I whispered in her ear.
“Little bit.”
“Good…” I slid my fingers down into her underwear, my hand disappearing completely below the hem of her miniskirt. Within the instant I was already feeling her slick pussy lips. My thumb slipped towards her hood, rubbing against her clit as I arched my index finger inside. She was so wet, but she was so tight, too – I could feel her wet, clenching need against my finger, and it drove me wild.
“Oh, Sawyer…”
Saffron kissed my lips hungrily, her arms wrapping around my head as I fingered her. It wasn’t long before I swapped for my middle finger, pushing it deep into the cavity between her legs.
Her breathing was quick, halted. She kept her eyes open, watching mine with her lips parted, her jaw rising and dropping. I pushed in deep; her face lifted backwards, her eyes still locked onto mine with her brow furrowing and her lips curving into an O.
My beloved adjusted her seating subtly into a more comfortable position. I got a slightly better angle out of the deal, and pleased her by withdrawing both my fingers, licking them clean in my mouth.
“Oh god, that’s hot,” she whispered.
“Good…it’s nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you later,” I grinned, sliding the fingers back into her wet, yearning pussy.
I thought I wouldn’t be able to get her to quiet down without stopping. Every gasp that she gave, I feared that I’d hear Hensley’s voice from the other side of the visor, or worse – that it would slowly whir down, not giving us enough time to compose ourselves. But it stayed up, and we didn’t hear a peep out of him.
I continued fingering Saffron in the back of the sedan, and she clenched onto my body. “Oh god, Sawyer,” she whispered a little louder than was necessary, “I need you inside me.”
“I am inside you,” I teased.
“No, you asshole, I need your cock inside me…”
“You’re gonna have to wait.”
“No I’m not,” she murmured, pushing me aside.
“Saffron – there’s not enough room…not enough time…”
“Shut up and let me take care of you.”
As I sat with in the center of the backseat, she perched against my lip, grinding her hips into my cock. “I need you inside me, Sawyer…”
“Saffron – fuck…”
“Just do it…”
“We don’t have protection–”
“Do it…now…I don’t care…”
My willpower was crumbling. I’d demolished men in the cage in six states, and my bratty little stepsister was destroying my willpower. “We’re almost home…I can grab a condom when we–”
“NOW, Sawyer. I’m on the pill,” she murmured a little loudly, pressing against my chest with her back, her hand pulling mine to her breast.
“Is everything all right back there?” Hensley called from the front, concern on his voice. “We’ll be at the Beach House in a few minutes – do you need me to pull over?”
“No, we’re good! Thanks though!” Saffron told him.
The privacy visor remained up.
“Well, alright then! Just so long as you’re okay…”
I felt her hand between our hips, her palm stroking against my erection.
“I can feel it, Sawyer…just put that inside me, alright? It’ll be fine…I just need you inside me so bad…”
As hesitant as drawing Hensley’s attention had made me, I couldn’t fight it. Saffron was driving me fucking wild, and her dirty talk was giving me the erection of my goddamn life. Casting caution aside, I whipped my fingers to my zipper and unsheathed my weapon from my boxers. Her fingers met mine, wrapping around my cock, and she steadied her shoulders against me as she pulled her panties aside with the other hand. Finally, her tight, wet warmth pressed around my cock as she pushed down, enveloping me with her pussy.
“Oh fuck, Sawyer,” she mumbled incoherently, pushing halfway down my shaft. “Oh god…that’s fucking…fuck…”
I smiled with a slight groan.
I loved that I reduced her to incoherent babbling.
“That’s right, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “We’ve only got a few minutes, so I’m gonna need you to take my thick dick, okay? Ride that cock, babygirl.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured, grinding down against me. She lifted and pushed, and after a couple of slow rotations she was hilting me – her hips squarely against my thighs. My foot lifted a few inches as I leaned back and gasped. The spontaneity turned me on, but the light bondage with my unbuckled jeans around my shins was really getting my blood pumping...and most of it went to the thick tool inside her.
“You’ve had a rough couple of days, Sawyer,” Saffron whispered as she pulled my hands to her breasts again, forcing me to grasp them through the fabric. “Let me take care of all of that, okay? I’ve been a complete wreck without you…I’ve missed your touch…I’ve missed you being inside…”
With another squeeze from her inner muscles, she was grinding me hard. It was my turn to barely contain my groans and gasps as she rode me in the back of the sedan, her hips sliding against mine.
I was starting to get close when the car wheeled to a stop. Quickly glancing out the window, I realized that we were already back at the Beach House, and patted her swiftly on the shoulder.
“Time for a pause,” I whispered in her ear.
“Aww, but Sawyeerrr…”
The sound of the driver’s door popping open convinced her, and she immediately shunted aside and desperately tried to
regain her composure. Meanwhile, I was seconds from Hensley opening my tinted door, and my jeans were around my shins with the belt unbuckled.
He stepped out onto the concrete, but instead of immediately reaching for the handle, he stepped aside and admired the city. I had just enough time to throw my jeans back up my thighs and buckle at the speed of light, wondering all the while how much he might have actually heard.
After a few seconds, he turned back around, pulling the door open. We had both had enough time to compose ourselves, and he smiled warmly as we slid out of the backseat.
“Welcome back home, son,” Hensley told me with a wink. Patting me on the shoulder, he closed the door behind Saffron and leaned against the side of the car. “Is there anything else I can possibly do for either of you?”
“Yes, actually,” I told him, letting loose a deep sigh. “Things got out of control, and I have an arrest for assault against me. As much as I’d love to let our parents have their anniversary undisturbed…I might need to consult them. Can you reach out to them and see if they’re open for a phone call?”
“It’s already been taken care of,” Hensley chuckled. “Your parents arrive tomorrow afternoon, and I’ll bring them here.”
“I…what?” Saffron asked, confused. “Wait, you didn’t mention anything about that to–”
“Don’t worry,” Hensley reassured us. “Your mother was upset, but Chet took the news rather well. They’ll be delighted to hear that you’re safe.”
“Do I need to call them?” I asked.
“No, you’ve been through enough. You two enjoy the night before they arrive…they seemed to not find Paris to their liking after all,” Hensley chuckled, winking at Saffron. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted to just spend their time here, with the two of you…or perhaps another arrangement altogether. Who’s to say?”
Saffron and I shared a look, processing everything.
“I’ll go ahead and get out of your hair,” Hensley smiled warmly at the two of us. “Seems like the both of you are getting along well after all. So long as you promise to not kill each other before they arrive, I’ll let you have your last night alone. Expect us around 5PM tomorrow afternoon.”
