He’d received an earful from Brendon at that point. Apparently his younger brother hadn’t signed on to be a dog sitter, and he’d grumbled for a good ten minutes, although he admitted that Scrap and Buster had spent the majority of the day snooping around the yard. Sawyer chalked it up to Brendon just being grumpy.
“So she’s only working on Cheyenne’s place? Does that mean it’s under way?” Sawyer asked Jessie.
“As much as it can be. Cheyenne’s insisting that she be there and last I heard, by the end of the month, she’s gonna be in town for a while. Until then, I’ve forwarded all the calls to my cell phone and Kylie checks in a few times a day.”
“What’s ‘a while’?” Sawyer questioned.
“Huh?” Jessie turned confused blue eyes on him.
“You said Cheyenne’s gonna be in town for a while. What does that mean?” His thoughts immediately drifted to Brendon. Sawyer knew his brother was hung up on the country music star and he hoped that her presence in town turned Brendon’s mood around for the better. Versus the alternative.
“Kylie said for sure six months, possibly a couple of months longer. This’ll be her permanent home, but she’ll still perform and be on the road.”
“That’s definitely a while.”
“That’s what I said. She wants to stay until the house is finished. I think that’s why Kylie’s holding off for now. She’s waiting for Cheyenne to get here.”
Sawyer could picture that. Kylie was all about her restoration business. She took it very seriously, especially since she’d taken on the project of restoring Cheyenne Montgomery’s house—which happened to be the house that Kennedy grew up in. Apparently, from what he’d heard, Jeff had wanted to downsize to reduce the upkeep.
“I told you, Tim, I’m not interested.”
Sawyer’s head snapped up when he heard Kennedy’s voice. She sounded irritated.
Jessie leaned forward and whispered, “That’s Tim Colson.”
“The deputy?” Sawyer forced his gaze down to Jessie’s, trying not to reflect on the way he felt about Kennedy’s ex-boyfriend visiting her at work.
“Yeah. He showed up a little while ago asking to talk to Kennedy in private.”
“What does he want?” Sawyer’s curiosity was getting the best of him and his emotions were showing.
“No idea,” she told him. “From what I gathered, he took her home the other night and he’s tryin’ to get her to go out with him.”
A red haze clouded Sawyer’s vision as he looked back up. He couldn’t see Kennedy or Tim, but he could hear them talking in hushed tones.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I have to get back to my patient,” Kennedy stated and a second later, Tim came from the hallway that led to the break room where Sawyer’d had lunch with Kennedy on Saturday.
Sawyer looked directly at him, noticing the frown on Tim’s face, but the deputy didn’t say anything as he passed.
“Have a good day,” Jessie said cheerfully.
Sawyer turned to watch Tim leave, noticing the way the other man glared back at him over his shoulder. Clearly he wasn’t happy with the conversation he’d had with Kennedy. Nor did he seem keen on the idea that Sawyer was there. Which made Sawyer feel only a little better.
Without saying a word, Sawyer watched Tim climb into his sheriff’s cruiser. He sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, but then headed out slowly.
“It’s all good, Mr. Sampson.”
Sawyer looked over his shoulder to see Kennedy coming out of one of the exam rooms, her hand on old man Sampson’s arm.
“Just keep the coins put up and you shouldn’t have any more issues.”
“So I’ll get them back?” Mr. Sampson asked, sounding incredibly hopeful.
“Yes, sir,” Kennedy told him with a smile. “But, unfortunately, it’s not gonna be fun to find them. The X-rays are good—the coins, thankfully, are small, so I’m not worried. If she’d ingested larger ones, I’d have to do something. As for now there’s only one way they’ll come out.”
Sawyer glanced down at Jessie, who was trying not to laugh at the same time she scrunched up her nose. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what had happened, which was why he decided not to ask.
Once Mr. Sampson approached the counter, Sawyer greeted him kindly and then made his way over to Kennedy, who had retreated quickly back the way she’d come.
She was slipping into one of the exam rooms when he caught up to her, stepping in behind her and closing the door. He knew she had seen him, which meant she was avoiding him.
“Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the door.
“Hey,” Kennedy replied, not turning to look at him.
“What’s up?” he asked, suddenly concerned.
“Not much. Just workin’. What’s up with you?”
Sawyer took a few steps forward and put his hands on Kennedy’s shoulders, slowly turning her to face him. “You know, your question would sound a lot more sincere if you were facin’ me when you asked.”
Kennedy didn’t respond.
“Why was Tim here?” he asked, unable to hold the question back. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew as well as everyone else in town that Kennedy and Tim had been in a long-term relationship at one point. He wasn’t sure how long it had lasted because he had made it a point not to give a shit at the time, but he knew it had been years.
“He just wanted to talk,” Kennedy said, not meeting his eyes.
“About . . .?”
Once again, Kennedy didn’t answer him.
Luckily, Sawyer didn’t need her to. Instead of waiting for words that he wasn’t sure would ever come, Sawyer tilted Kennedy’s chin so that she was looking up at him and then he slowly backed her against the opposite door. When she was trapped between him and the wall, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
“You didn’t mention that Tim took you home the other night.”
Kennedy shook her head and tried to pull away but he kept her pinned in place.
“I called dispatch trying to reach my father. Tim came instead. Nothing happened.”
Sawyer could see a hint of concern in her wide eyes, so he assured her that her answer was sufficient. “I believe you.”
Kennedy nodded, and he could tell she wasn’t interested in having a conversation.
Well, too bad. He had something to say.
“I missed you,” he mumbled, forcing all thoughts of Kennedy and Tim from his mind. He didn’t give a shit what the deputy wanted with Kennedy. No matter what it was, it wasn’t going to happen.
Kennedy’s eyes widened, but then they closed and she lunged for him, her arms going around his neck, her mouth crushing against his in a kiss that stole every ounce of his sanity.
Truth was, he had fully expected her to avoid him. Based on the way she’d been acting, he certainly hadn’t anticipated her trying to climb his body. Not that he was complaining.
Not. At. All.
“Lord have mercy, woman,” he growled against her mouth, his hands sliding underneath her white lab coat and the black scrub top she wore. When he found smooth, warm skin, he pressed his lips to hers once again, grinding his hips against hers. “Please tell me you don’t have another appointment.”
“Not for at least thirty minutes,” she whispered, her fingers linking in his hair, pulling hard as she brought his mouth back to hers. Sawyer didn’t try to resist her. Not for a few minutes anyway.
“Show me your office, Kennedy,” Sawyer demanded, pulling away just enough so that he could look down into her eyes.
He saw her swallow hard as the confusion skated across her face. Again, he expected her to deny him, so when she reached for the doorknob behind her, he took a step back, only to find his hand in hers as she pulled him out of the room and down a narrow hall. A second later, they were stepping into her office.
“Nice,” he told her as he glanced around. She had a large oak desk sitting in the center of the room, a burgundy leather sofa against one wall, two cream s
ide chairs facing her desk, and not much else.
As he closed the door behind him, he flipped the lock. She obviously heard the click because her eyes widened again.
“Take your clothes off, baby,” he insisted, not giving her a chance to argue.
“Here?” she asked as he stalked her, trapping her between his body and her desk.
“Here,” he confirmed, reaching for her. Maybe it was the possessive side of him, he didn’t know, but Sawyer wanted to rid Kennedy of thoughts of anyone but him. Although he wouldn’t tell her as much, he was staking his claim, right then and there.
With her help, they removed her coat and her top. At that point, Sawyer couldn’t resist the urge to taste her. He pulled down the cup of her sexy black lace bra and latched his lips around her nipple. When she started to moan, he lifted his head. “Quiet,” he ordered.
Kennedy’s huff made him laugh, but then he returned his attention to her nipple, using his fingers to pinch and tweak the other while Kennedy worked the button on his jeans.
It took less than two minutes for her to free him, for her pants and panties to drop to her ankles, for him to sheath himself with a condom, and for Kennedy to bend over her desk. Grabbing her hips, Sawyer guided his dick into the smooth warmth of her pussy, swallowing a groan as he did.
“So fucking tight,” he whispered. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“Quit talking and fuck me,” Kennedy ordered in a harsh whisper.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, thrusting his hips forward and slamming home.
“Oh, God,” Kennedy moaned.
Sawyer leaned over her, rocking his hips forward while he placed his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. “You don’t want your office help to hear you, do you?”
Kennedy shook her head at the same time she thrust back against him, lodging him deeper.
With his lips pressed to her ear, Sawyer said, “You like me fucking you over your desk, don’t you, you naughty girl? You’re so fucking hot, Kennedy. I can’t stop thinking about you, about this.” Sawyer withdrew and slammed into her again. “I dream about your tight, hot pussy caressing my dick. The way your muscles clamp down, pulling me deeper.” He slammed into her again, punctuating his next words by continuing to drill her from behind. “So. Fucking. Hot.”
Kennedy whimpered, her ass grinding against him.
“Think you can be quiet now? I need to stand up so I can get more leverage to fuck you the way you want me to.”
Kennedy nodded.
Sawyer stood up, gripping her hips and pulling her to him as he slammed into her over and over. Kennedy kept her arms firmly on her desk, her elbows locked as their bodies collided. When she reached around with one hand, her fingernails digging into his thigh, and doing her best to keep quiet, Sawyer nearly lost it. As hot as it was to fuck her senseless in her office with people not that far away, he still wished he could hear her demands. He loved how vocal she was, but for now, he would settle for this. And later—tonight—he would fuck her the right way.
“Kennedy,” he mumbled as softly as he could. “Reach down and rub your clit for me,” he instructed, biting his lip and focusing on the pain to keep from coming.
When her hand disappeared beneath her body and she began to moan softly, Sawyer knew she was close.
“That’s it, baby. I’m gonna come in your tight little cunt. Fuck.” He could barely hear his own words because he was desperately trying not to be too loud, but it was harder than hell. So instead, he simply focused on fucking her, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips.
And when her body tensed, he let himself go, joining her as they plummeted right over the edge together.
chapter EIGHTEEN
By the time Friday rolled around, Kennedy found herself back at Moonshiners, this time with her father. They were sitting at the bar chatting as Mack worked behind it, his interactions a bit more frequent than usual. This time her father wasn’t on duty, so he was enjoying a beer while checking out the place.
Kennedy was on her second Midori Sour, trying to relax after a fairly challenging week. Not only had she been busy at work, but she’d also spent three nights with Sawyer, which had resulted in very little sleep over a several-day period. Not that she could complain all that much because truthfully, she’d had more orgasms in the past week than she’d had in her lifetime. That didn’t mean she wasn’t exhausted though. Being with Sawyer, while fantastic, was very taxing. Physically anyway.
Although she was enjoying the light back-and-forth banter between Mack and Jeff, even if she was probably the only one paying attention to them, she really just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. She had to be at work early, which meant tonight she should’ve been beneath her blankets at this point, yet she wasn’t. And part of the reason for that was the man who had just walked into the building, garnering a round of cheers from the locals.
Well, from most of the locals. Kennedy felt her father stiffen beside her as he muttered something beneath his breath. There was positively no question about it, her father was still pissed at Sawyer. Which was the main reason she hadn’t mentioned anything about the two of them. Not to him, not to anyone.
Kennedy couldn’t help twisting on her stool to look at the handsome man walking toward her with a crooked smile on his face. He was wearing his signature cowboy hat, and those damn sexy jeans that showcased his muscular thighs and lean hips, along with a white T-shirt—although it was downright cold outside—which accentuated his broad, hard chest.
“Hey,” Sawyer acknowledged when he came to a stop directly beside her. He didn’t reach down and kiss her the way he had when he greeted her at her house every day that week, but he did stand fairly close, his eyes focused on her.
“Hey,” she said softly, feeling her father’s eyes on the back of her head. She prayed that he didn’t say anything to Sawyer.
“Sheriff Endsley,” Sawyer greeted formally, reaching around Kennedy and holding out his hand.
Her father didn’t return the gesture.
“Dad,” Kennedy admonished. “Don’t be rude.”
Kennedy could practically hear all the foul words running through her father’s head, but rather than letting him start rapid firing them, she opted to get up from her seat, grabbing her drink as she did. “We’ll be over there,” she told him, nodding toward one of the booths.
“Can I get you a beer?” Mack asked Sawyer, his tone as brusque as she’d ever heard it. Clearly he still harbored some animosity toward Sawyer as well.
“Naw, I’m good for now. Thanks.”
Kennedy didn’t question why Sawyer wasn’t drinking, but she did follow him across the bar to an empty booth.
She blushed to the roots of her hair when Sawyer pressed his lips to hers before stepping out of the way and allowing her to take her seat. He surprised her again when he moved in beside her, forcing her to move over. Luckily, they were facing away from her father, as well as the rest of the patrons of the bar.
“How was your day?” she asked when he didn’t bother to speak.
“I’ve had better,” he said, his hands resting on the table. “But I’m doin’ my best not to think about that right now. How ’bout you? How was your day?”
Kennedy could sense that there was something on Sawyer’s mind and whatever it was, he wasn’t happy about it. “The same. Is something wrong?” she asked, wanting to get right to the point.
Sawyer didn’t respond right away, which concerned her. The silence lingered between them for so long, she was beginning to believe he wasn’t going to answer at all. But he finally did and she was a little rattled by his response.
“I’d prefer not to talk about it here,” he answered, not looking at her.
“You wanna go somewhere else to talk?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said, looking at her for the first time since they sat down. “My house. I want you to stay with me tonight.”
Kennedy frowned at him, confused by the request. Sawyer had spent almos
t every night that week at her place, neither of them addressing the fact that he didn’t go home, to the point that Kennedy had finally gotten used to the idea, although she knew that rumors were beginning to run rampant, as they always did in their little town.
Realizing she hadn’t responded to his request, Kennedy followed with, “At your house?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Sawyer’s smile faltered briefly and she could see the intensity in his gaze.
“I just . . . I just do.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, Sawyer.”
She continued to watch him and she could see a number of emotions crossing his face, which concerned her. Had something happened?
“Talk to me,” she told him.
Sawyer glanced around the room briefly before returning his attention to her. “Can we pick this up at my place?”
Kennedy wasn’t sure how she felt about staying at Sawyer’s house. She’d never been there and the idea of being in his bed, where God knew how many women had been, didn’t make her feel good in the least. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea,” she told him honestly.
As though he had read her mind, Sawyer leaned in close, pressing his lips to her ear. “If it’s any consolation, I’ve never brought another woman back to my house. Ever. You’re the first and only woman I’ve ever wanted in my bed, Kennedy.”
A shiver raced down her spine at his words. “Ever?”
“Ever,” he confirmed.
“So why not my place?” she questioned, still confused and not completely comfortable with taking this another step further. If she ended up at his place, it only added an additional layer to this thing that was happening between them. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that yet.
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