“On your knees. Keep your chest on the bed.”
Kennedy got into position, her ass thrust in the air. Sawyer forced her legs open wide and the next thing she knew, his mouth was on her. He was on his back, his head positioned between her legs, his lips and tongue teasing her pussy until she was grinding against his face. She was on the verge of orgasm when he stopped abruptly. She felt the bed shift and then he was behind her once again. But he didn’t use his fingers the way he had last time. No, what she felt was . . .
“Oh, God,” she groaned when the warmth of his breath teased the crease of her ass.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, unable to lie. He was . . . licking her. And it felt so incredible against her sensitive flesh.
He continued to tease her, using his tongue to rim her asshole, making her moan and writhe on the bed until she thought she was going to lose it. But once again he stopped as he knelt behind her, his cool fingers slowly sliding into her. First one, then another. She felt the pressure mingling with a moderate amount of pain at first, but then it morphed into pure pleasure as he fucked her ass with his fingers.
“Sawyer . . .”
“Yes, baby?”
“Fuck me,” she whispered, not sure how much more she could take.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” she replied as she pushed back against the invasion. She needed more.
His fingers slipped from her body and then he was lining up.
“I’m gonna go slow,” he told her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
When he pressed forward, there was a blinding hot pulse of pain that shot through her, but it quickly disappeared as he breached her ass. And Sawyer did go slow, just as he promised. Almost too slow. By the time he was finally lodged inside her, Kennedy was practically begging.
Then Sawyer’s fingers joined the mix as he reached around her and played with her clit. “Am I hurtin’ you?” he asked, slowing his thrusts.
“No,” she said hoarsely. “Oh, God, please don’t stop.”
Sawyer increased the tempo of his thrusts until that tingling intensified and Kennedy knew she was going to come. She couldn’t even get the words out, couldn’t warn him because it came on so suddenly, the pleasure so intense, she saw stars behind her eyelids.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Aww, yes, just like that. God, you’re so fucking tight, Kennedy. So good.”
And then he stilled. She felt him pulse inside her and then they both collapsed to the bed. His weight was on her, but it was a comfortable warmth, something she craved. But it was gone before she wanted it to be when Sawyer got up and headed for the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth, as he’d done before. She tried not to squirm as he tended to her, cleaning her quickly before disappearing once more.
When he returned, Sawyer pulled her into his arms and she gratefully clung to him.
“I love you, Kennedy,” he whispered.
Her heart swelled as she whispered back, “I love you, too.”
chapter TWENTY-SEVEN
“How about dinner tonight?” Sawyer asked.
Kennedy smiled into the phone, enjoying the sound of his voice as she sat at her desk in her office, waiting for her next appointment. “Okay.”
“I’ll pick you up at eight if that works.”
“Works for me,” she told him. “But remember, we’ve gotta be up with the chickens tomorrow.”
“Oh, we will be,” he said softly. “Hell, you’ll be lucky if I let you sleep tonight at all.”
Kennedy grinned into the phone. The week had been so busy, including a couple of late-evening appointments that she’d had no choice but to keep, that she and Sawyer hadn’t spent but one night together. And yes, if Kennedy was entirely honest with herself, she missed Sawyer. She’d grown so accustomed to them spending their nights together that the last few days had been lonely.
“I’ll be ready,” she said.
“See you then.”
The call ended and Kennedy set her cell phone on her desk, continuing to stare at it. She couldn’t wipe the silly grin from her face. In fact, she was pretty sure it might just be permanently stuck. As she thought back over the last couple of months, her time with Sawyer, the events that had taken place—both good and bad—she found herself more content than she’d been in . . . a very long time. So much so, she was ready for the next step.
Not that she knew what that was, but it hadn’t taken her long to realize that Sawyer really wasn’t the same guy he’d been in high school. Well, if sixteen years wasn’t considered long. But in her defense, once she’d given in to him, it had been relatively easy to figure it out.
Figuring someone was going to come looking for her soon, Kennedy ventured out of her office and to the front to check on Jessie and Olivia. When she got there, she was surprised to see . . .
“Greyson? Is everything okay?”
“Hey, Kennedy. Mind if we talk?”
“No, I don’t mind,” she told him. Glancing over at Jessie, she said, “We’ll be in my office. Let me know when my next appointment arrives?”
“Will do.” Jessie watched Greyson closely, her eyebrows downturned.
Good to know the other woman was just as concerned by his impromptu visit as she was. But rather than contemplate what he wanted, she figured they could get right to it. Leading him back to her office, she resisted the urge to turn around and look at him. She didn’t want him to know she was just a little nervous about his presence.
Once he closed the door behind them, Kennedy turned to face him.
“I just came by to apologize.”
Kennedy’s eyes opened wide as she stared back at him. Of all the things she thought he’d say, that absolutely was not what she expected. And she was pretty sure the look on her face expressed that clearly.
FOR THE LAST few days, Greyson had ignored Sawyer’s calls. Every last one of them. He didn’t respond to the texts, didn’t listen to his voice mails. He’d been so angry after their last conversation, he hadn’t been able to calm himself enough to face the guy.
But that didn’t mean he hadn’t done a shit ton of thinking.
Probably more than he’d ever done in his life. And that was the sole reason he’d come to see Kennedy.
“Apologize? For what?” she asked, her surprise reflected on her face.
“For being an asshole.”
“Your whole life? Or just recently?”
He realized she was teasing him. For the first time that morning, Greyson smiled. He might’ve even laughed a little.
“Thank you for that,” he said. “I really have been an asshole lately. It’s just that . . . well, it’s one of those things.”
“You’ve lost your best friend and you think I’m to blame?” Although she phrased it as a question, he didn’t think she was actually looking for an answer, although she’d pegged it perfectly.
“Somethin’ like that,” he said truthfully. “But honestly, I think you’re good for him. I also wanted to assure you that I wasn’t the one to spread the news about Mack. Or your father.”
“When Tim kidnapped me,” she said with a small smile, “he told me that he was the one. I think he tried to pin it on you though. I didn’t tell Sawyer right away, more out of fear of what he’d do to Tim than anything, but—” She took a deep breath. “Somewhere, a part of me was worried about you and Sawyer being so close. I thought your friendship with him might take him back to being the person he used to be, and I was scared of that. I should have spoken up earlier. I’m sorry.”
Greyson considered that for a moment. For some unknown reason, her answer made complete sense to him. Here she was, starting something new with Sawyer, and Greyson had been friends with the man for damn near his entire life. He could understand her fear.
“So maybe we can start over?” Greyson thrust his hand through his hair. “Sawyer’s been my only friend for so long, and I don’t want to lose him.”
“I’m
not sure you’ve lost him, per se.”
“Oh, I think it’s safe to say I have. I’ve been an ass, and the last time we talked, I pinned all of this on you.”
“You were angry. It seems justifiable to me,” she said reasonably.
Greyson honestly hadn’t expected much from this conversation, but to see how rational Kennedy was didn’t help the guilt he felt. He wasn’t sure what this visit was supposed to accomplish, but the truth was, he was tired of being so pissed off.
“I wouldn’t call it justifiable. Really, I am sorry. I’m supposed to be happy for you guys, not blaming you for the falling-out.”
“Well, thank you,” Kennedy replied, getting to her feet. “I don’t want to come between the two of you.” Greyson noticed the wicked grin that accompanied the words. “And I do mean that literally.”
It took him a second to make sense of what she’d said, and he answered with a grin of his own. “Oh, trust me. Sawyer would take me out back and shoot me before he let that happen. That’s the only reason I know this is real.”
“It is real, isn’t it?” she asked softly, her smile intensifying.
“It is. And I’m happy for you both.”
Kennedy nodded and Greyson knew it was time to go. He’d said his piece and he felt better about it. Now he just needed to talk to Sawyer.
A knock sounded on the door behind him and Greyson moved out of the way, turning the knob and opening the door. He came face-to-face with . . .
“Olivia,” Kennedy stated. “This is Greyson. Greyson, my assistant Olivia.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said, trying not to sound like an idiot. There was something in her dark brown eyes that momentarily stunned him.
“You too,” she responded sweetly.
He liked the sound of her voice as well. A little more than he should.
“Okay, then.”
Kennedy’s voice interrupted his perusal of her assistant and Greyson pulled his gaze from Olivia’s and glanced over at her.
“I’ll just be goin’,” Greyson said as he backed out of the room.
“Hey, Greyson,” Kennedy called after him.
He lifted his eyebrows in question, realizing he was still walking backward, still admiring Olivia.
“Will you be at the walk tomorrow?”
Greyson’s eyes cut to Olivia’s and he wondered whether she would be there, too. Figuring it was a safe assumption that she would since she was Kennedy’s assistant, he answered, “Absolutely.”
“Good.”
Yes, it definitely would be.
“Oh, wait, one more thing,” Kennedy said, marching down the hall toward him.
Greyson wondered, from the look on her face, whether he was in trouble now. Stopping in his tracks, he watched her. The determination on her face made him just a little nervous.
“I need a favor.”
And now he had reason to believe that maybe he should be nervous.
Very, very nervous.
SAWYER WAS SITTING in his office pretending to be busy. It wasn’t working. The only thing he could think about was seeing Kennedy, spending time with her. He was planning to take her out, relax a little before the big day tomorrow, and he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else.
A knock on his office door had Sawyer glancing up.
“Hey,” Greyson greeted when he stepped into Sawyer’s office, sounding oddly happy for a guy who’d been ignoring him all fucking week.
Expecting a confrontation, Sawyer got to his feet and maneuvered around his desk. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Got a minute?”
“I do now.”
“I wanted to stop in, see how you’re doin’,” Greyson said casually.
Sawyer stared at him, wondering just who the hell had taken over Greyson’s body. The guy was acting as though they hadn’t been ready to tear one another to pieces the last time they saw one another. Not to mention, he seemed oblivious to the fact that Sawyer had been trying to get in touch with him for the better part of the week.
Sawyer slowly moved back, perching on the edge of his desk, watching Greyson carefully as he said, “Help me out here, man. What the hell is goin’ on? You’ve ignored me all week long and now you walk in here like . . . Shit, I don’t know what you’re doin’.”
“I had to get some things worked out,” Greyson said simply. “I figured I’d stop by, let you know I took care of it.”
“It?”
“Yeah. I might’ve overreacted a little. To, you know, things. But I managed to resolve the issues.”
“That so?”
“Yes. And . . . well, I had an apology to make.”
“To who?”
“Your girl,” Greyson said, sounding oddly calm. “She’s somethin’ else, man.”
Sawyer didn’t say anything, although he agreed wholeheartedly.
“So, I’m here to apologize to you, too. I said some things I shouldn’t have. It took me a little while, but I realized I was bein’ an asshole. A selfish asshole at that. Believe it or not, I do want you guys to be happy. Things just got a little out of hand.”
Sawyer’s jaw was practically dragging on the ground and he was anxiously waiting for the punch line. What the fuck was going on?
Greyson thrust his hand through his hair, meeting Sawyer’s gaze. “And yes, I accept your apology, too.”
Sawyer laughed, still confused. It took a minute for him to remember that he had left Greyson a long voice mail, first chewing his ass out for not answering and then offering an apology.
“So, you listened to my message? We’re good?” Sawyer asked. He felt a little off-kilter in the situation. Like this was some sort of dream. Things were coming together in a way he wasn’t used to. What happened to the drama? Wasn’t that the way it worked? It always had in the past, so this new version of events was a little creepy.
“That’s really all I had to say,” Greyson said, pulling Sawyer from his thoughts.
“Yeah, okay.” Sawyer stood up, holding out his hand to Greyson. “Now I’ve got a favor to ask.”
“Lord have mercy. You too?”
SAWYER ARRIVED AT Kennedy’s house at seven o’clock rather than eight as he’d promised. He had left the resort early and hadn’t had anything else on his agenda, so he figured what the hell. When he pulled into her driveway, he noticed her car was there so he pulled in behind her and made his way to the door.
Finding the front door locked, he knocked and hit the doorbell, stepping back out of the way. A second later, the door opened and he took her in from head to toe.
“Hey,” she greeted softly when he met her eyes.
“Hey back,” he said, moving toward her.
Kennedy’s gray eyes widened, a smile forming on her perfect lips as he approached. He stalked her backward until they were both inside the house and then he closed the door behind him, spinning her so that her back was to the door.
“I missed you,” he said roughly, pressing his lips to hers.
“I missed you, too.”
“You’d think that was the first time I heard you say that,” he told her, sliding his hands down her sides and then lower so he could cup her ass.
“That I miss you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
Pressing his erection against the juncture between her legs, Sawyer lifted her up.
Kennedy threw her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her with all the pent-up energy he had coursing in him. When he said he missed her, he truly meant it. Although he’d seen her just a few days ago, being apart from her had become a brutal price to pay. One that he wanted to rectify very, very soon.
“Well, that was a nice hello,” Kennedy said when he pulled back.
He merely moaned against her neck, kissing and licking her skin. “I wish we had time to . . .”
“We don’t,” she said, laughing. “But when we get back, we’ll have plenty of time.”
He coul
d’ve argued with her, could’ve insisted, and he knew she wouldn’t have resisted his advances if he truly wanted to take her right there against the wall, but he did want to take her to dinner. Somewhere outside the house. It was a rare occasion for them, and maybe it was a little selfish that he wanted to show her off, make sure everyone knew just who she belonged to, but that was exactly what he had in mind.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, trailing his lips back up to meet hers.
“I’m starving, so yes.”
“Good. Let’s go.” Reluctantly, he set her back on her feet and waited for her to finish getting ready.
While she did that, he glanced around her living room, wondering just what surface they could christen tonight. Because when and if he made it through the meal without taking her to a secluded corner and fucking her, he sure as hell planned to make up for it when they got back.
“Ready,” Kennedy said when she joined him again.
Yeah, he was, too.
SOMEHOW, HE WASN’T quite sure how, they managed to make it through dinner. For the last two hours, Sawyer had tried to focus on something other than wanting to take her to the bathroom and screw her silly. Based on the way she’d been eyeing him just as hungrily, he was inclined to believe that Kennedy would’ve been all for it.
But it was now a moot point because they’d made it back to her place and he had every intention of feasting on her for hours.
“Dessert?” Kennedy asked when they stepped into the kitchen. He immediately recognized the salacious gleam in her eyes. She wasn’t talking about food.
“Absolutely,” he said as he made his way to her.
“I’m not talking about food,” Kennedy clarified, reaching for him.
“Neither am I.”
“Good.”
As though to prove their hunger for one another hadn’t diminished even a little since they had left the house, Sawyer went to work on removing her clothes, right there in the kitchen.
She returned the favor quickly and effortlessly until they were both stark naked, their bodies sliding against one another. He allowed his hands to roam over her, caressing every inch of smooth skin before lifting her up and placing her on the counter.
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