by K. C. Lynn
I’ve never felt so many conflicting emotions in all my life: fear and anger- at seeing the man again who murdered my mother after all this time; relief at him bein’ caught and sent back to prison; and most of all… lost. Because what happens now? The diner is gone, Mac is still in the hospital and Sawyer… that’s the scariest thought of all, the one thing that has fear and anxiety rushing through my body. Where will we go from here? There’s really no reason for him to stay here anymore. Yet the thought of not being with him every day and feeling his arms around me every night as I drift off to sleep, well… it leaves me feeling totally and completely lost. I know it’s something I should be used to. I have been on my own for a long time, but now I’ve been reminded what it’s like to wake up to someone. Someone who’s happy to see you. To eat with another person, or even just knowing someone is in the house with you, and it’s even better when that person is Sawyer.
Feeling my eyes begin to sting, I let out a heavy breath, then start flouring and rolling out my dough. One of my all-time favorite songs- “With or Without You” by U2 softly fills the silence. I begin to hum, hoping it will bring the distraction I need, when my entire body begins to tingle with awareness. One I know all too well, and I immediately know Sawyer has walked into the kitchen. It’s the same feelin’ I always get when he enters the same room as me. It’s a warmth that floods my body and has my heart beating faster. The room gets smaller and the air becomes hotter, but all in a good way.
“It’s just me, Cupcake, don’t beat me with that rolling pin,” he teases quietly. His bare hard chest presses against my back as he comes up behind me. The small contact bringing me the comfort I long for.
“Couldn’t sleep?” His deep gravelly voice in my ear has goose bumps breaking across my heated flesh. The sensation adds to the already jumbled mess inside of me.
I shake my head, feeling too overwhelmed to voice my response. He turns me around, and my gaze collides with his perfect defined chest. One that’s decorated with a tattoo of his honor, flawed with scars and the one place my cheek loves to sleep against.
Overcome with the need to feel him against me, I drop my sweater to the floor and shed my tank top, leaving me bared to him from the waist up.
I hear his sharp intake of breath seconds before he snakes an arm around my lower back and brings my soft naked chest flush against his hard one. The contact shoots electricity through every nerve ending of my body and has us both moaning in ecstasy. I wrap my arms as high as they will reach around his back and bury my face into his warm skin, breathing in his delicious clean scent.
As he brings a fist under my chin, I kiss his swollen cut knuckles before letting him force my gaze to his. My heart skips a beat at the fierce expression on his ridiculously handsome face, and I become intimately aware of his erection that’s only covered by his black boxer briefs as it presses against my stomach.
My eyes fall closed as he leans down and my body hums with anticipation, as I wait for his mouth to claim mine. But instead of kissing me like I expect him to, he lifts me slightly off the ground until my feet land on top of his.
My eyes snap open in shock and he gives me a sexy smirk, “No judging, Cupcake, I’m not the best dancer, but for you, I’ll try.”
All thoughts flee my head while my heart melts into a giant puddle. Sawyer grazes his knuckles across my cheek, wipin’ away a streak of flour I didn’t realize was there. Then he begins to dance with me, in my kitchen, to one of my all-time favorite songs. Giving me the one moment I have always thought about.
Having no words for what this man makes me feel, I press a kiss to his Navy Seal tattoo, right over his heart, before resting my cheek there. Once again, I close my eyes and soak in everything about what will most likely be the most perfect moment of my existence.
The beautiful lyrics wash over me as he softly sways us both in time to the slow rhythm. I absorb the feel of just him and me, skin to skin. Our scents mingling in the air between us. It’s as if we are in our own world, one no one can be a part of but us. It’s beautiful, safe and the most perfect thing I have ever felt. It’s one I want to stay in for the rest of my life. Because I know, without a doubt, that I will never feel for someone else the way I feel for Sawyer. I completely and unconditionally love every beautiful part of him.
The thought has my earlier turmoil resurfacing, and I become plagued again with anxiety at the unknown. Gatherin’ my strength, I keep my cheek against his steady heartbeat and ask the one question I fear the most: “What happens now, Sawyer?”
He stills at my whispered question. A second later his hands travel up my back and under my hair, until he’s cupping either side of my face, bringing my gaze to his. I can tell by his expression I don’t need to elaborate, that he understands what I’m askin’.
“What do you want to happen, Grace?”
Not knowing how to explain what I want, I decide to voice the one thing I am certain about. “I’m in love with you.”
His eyes widen with shock and the silence becomes deafening.
Oh God, what did I just do?
Knowing there’s no going back, I swallow nervously and just go for it, “I’m sorry if you don’t want to hear that, but I won’t take it back, because I mean it. I love everythin’ about you, Sawyer. I love how you can make me laugh, even if there’s nothing to smile about. I love the way you touch me, whether it’s slow and gentle or fast and desperate. Heck, I love you even when you’re arrogant and cocky. I never know if I want to slap or kiss that sexy face of yours.” His lips twitch after I say that. “But most of all… I love this,” I say thickly, placing another soft kiss directly over his heart. “I love how you make me feel when I’m with you… safe and important, like for the first time, since Mama maybe, I matter to someone again.”
My breath hitches from the truth of my words and tears begin to spill down my cheeks as I terrifyingly pour my heart out to him. “I love you with my whole heart, Sawyer, and nothin’ or no one will ever change that. And now that the danger is over, the thought of you not bein’ here anymore, of not feelin’ you against me as I sleep, it scares me to death. I don’t want to remember what that feels like.”
Emotion threatens to choke me, while his face blurs from my tears. My heart pounds with fear while I wait for his response.
Keeping his hands on either side of my face, he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. Then slowly drags his firm lips across my wet cheek until I feel his warm breath at my ear, “I have to tell you something, Cupcake, and I hope you’re going to be able to handle it…”
Oh no!
My fingers tighten on his strong back and I close my eyes as despair washes over me… “I loved you first.”
My eyes shoot open and I rear back in surprise. “Huh?” I accidentally blurt out before I can stop myself.
He brings his face back in front of me, wearing that panty droppin’ grin of his. “I said I loved you first.”
A small sob of relief escapes past my lips. Sawyer’s amusement vanishes, and his expression turns somber. “I don’t know the moment it happened, Grace, but I’m pretty fucking sure I loved you before I even met you. Because as soon as I got a trace of your sweet cupcake scent I knew you were fucking mine. So if there’s one thing you need to know it’s this: you don’t just matter to me, baby, you fucking belong to me, every sweet goddamn inch of you. So you better move your shit over and make room for mine, because I’m not fucking going anywhere. I’m staying right here, with you, where I belong.”
Warmth, happiness and love explode through my chest, and a huge smile takes over my face. Jumping up, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss the ever- lovin’ hell out of him.
“I love you, I love you, I love you!” I mumble against his lips. Saying those words feels so freeing and so darn right.
Growling, he crushes me against his chest and takes control of the kiss. He claims my mouth in the best way, causing heat to ignite through my entire body.
“I love you too,
baby… Fuck you taste so goddamn good!” His hands cup my ass and he lifts me just enough to bring his erection to rub against where I crave him most. My fingers winding tightly in his hair, I grind against him with greedy desperation.
He groans and rips his delicious mouth from mine, raining kisses down my neck. I take in deep lungfuls of much needed air, “God, Sawyer, I want you so bad, need you so bad.”
“Tell me what you want, Cupcake, and I’ll fucking give it to you.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth I push against his chest and drop to my knees in front of him, my face coming directly in line with his erection. As my fingers slip in the waistband of his underwear, I look up at him to see his eyes ablaze with fire.
“I want to know what you taste like.”
His jaw flexes, and his expression becomes fierce, as he threads his fingers through my hair and winds it tightly around his fist.
“Then take it, baby, it’s all fucking yours.”
I haven’t done this in a long time, and only to one person. But I feel no trepidation, only eagerness of wanting to please, to bring him the same kind of pleasure he’s always bringin’ me.
I slide his underwear down just far enough until his erection springs free. With both hands, I grasp his smooth, hard cock and stroke him firmly from base to tip.
He hisses a breath through clenched teeth and pumps himself into my hands. When pre-cum spills from the tip, I lean in and lick, loving the erotic taste of him. A long, loud groan erupts from Sawyer’s chest, encouraging me to go further. Taking one hand away, while keeping the other at the base of his shaft, I lean in again and draw all of him into my mouth. I take him as deep as I can go and stroke where my mouth can’t reach.
His fingers tighten in my hair, causing a delicious sting that increases the pulse between my legs. “Fuck yes! That’s it, baby, take all of me.”
His erotic words and throaty groans empower me. I suck my way back to the tip, hollowing out my cheeks and give him a show, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.
Growling, he begins controlling my rhythm, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, with fast desperate strokes. I hum my approval, letting him know I like his control. “Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking sight. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking this sweet, hot mouth of yours, Grace.”
I moan from his dirty words, and my panties becoming insanely wet. When he thrusts again, hitting the back of my throat, I grab his hips to keep him there and swallow.
“Jesus, fuck!”
An animalistic sound erupts from his chest seconds before he pulls himself away and hauls me to my feet.
“Why did you…” my question falls flat at the raw expression on his face, his eyes wild with lust.
Spinning me around so my back is against his chest, he cups both my breasts, rolling and pinching my tight nipples. Moaning, I drop my head back to his shoulder and push my ass into his erection.
“Why did I stop?” he whispers in my ear, finishing my question. “Because as much as I love your hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick, Cupcake, I want to come inside your tight pussy instead.” Coasting one hand down my stomach, he slips his hand in my shorts and runs two fingers through my wet slit. When his fingers skim my swollen clit I cry out and grind into his erection again.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. You want that too, don’t you? Want my dick buried deep in your pussy?”
Lord, I love it when he talks like this to me, his voice thick with lust and tight with restraint.
“God, yes!” I respond breathlessly, my need becomes so desperate it’s robbing me of breath.
“How do you want it, baby? Fast and hard, or slow and deep?” he asks, taking a nip at the ear he’s whisperin’ in.
“All of it. As long as it’s you, I don’t care.”
“Oh, it will always fucking be me. Forever, Grace, you will belong to me.”
“Yes, forever.”
“Damn fucking straight.”
A whimper of disappointment spills past my lips when he removes his fingers from me. He encircles each one of my wrists then places my hands on the kitchen table in front of me, bending me over.
“Keep them there.”
I shiver with arousal at the authority in his tone. He brushes my hair across one shoulder then begins trailing soft wet kisses down my back, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
Dropping to his knees behind me, he caresses my ass, that’s still covered by my shorts. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen, Grace. I swear it was fucking made for my hands.”
My moan turns into a gasp when he grabs the thin material at my hip and rips it down the side, my panties going with it. Leaving me in nothing but my Alpine thigh highs.
My breathing becomes erratic and my heart speeds up with anticipation. Turning around, Sawyer situates himself between my legs and widens my stance to accommodate his broad shoulders, my feet now placed on either side of his hips. His face is only inches from where I ache for him most.
He spreads me open for his viewing. “Prettiest fucking pussy and it’s all mine.”
I shiver as his warm breath whispers across my clit, making me lose my mind, “God, Sawyer, please.”
“Christ, I fucking love hearing you beg for my mouth. Tell me, Grace, what you want, say it…”
“Lick me, touch me, just… do somethin’, please,” I beg again, desperate for him to relieve my ache.
“With fucking pleasure,” he growls out, seconds before burying his tongue in my warm wet flesh.
“Oh god, yes!” My knees go weak from the intense pleasure. He cups my ass to keep me upright then brings me closer against his mouth, his tongue moving in me slowly and skillfully. Giving just the right amount of pressure and licking in all the right places.
Keeping one arm braced on the table I thread my other through his hair, pulling the silky strands. His hands move from my ass and run up my ribs to cup my breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples.
Cries and moans spill past my lips and I begin fucking his mouth greedily. His groan of approval has my tummy tightening in response from the vibration of it.
My body begins to hum with my impending orgasm. “Oh god, Sawyer… I’m going to come.”
He pinches my nipples with brutal force, and the sensation shoots straight to my clit. That’s when he sucks the swollen nub between his lips causing me to shatter. I scream and sob through my orgasm as ecstasy soars through me. Sawyer groans and keeps his moment, drinking ever bit of pleasure that spills from me.
Finally, when I can’t take anymore, he skims his mouth along the inside of my thigh, with soft kisses. I fall over on the table to keep myself upright as he moves out from under me.
His hot, bare chest covers my back again, and his cock nestles against my ass. He grasps my chin, turning my face to the side, and plants a long drawn-out kiss on my mouth.
“See how fucking good you taste? I could fucking eat you for hours, baby, and never tire of it.” I moan and grind back against him, my pussy craving another part of him.
Leaning back, he cups my ass firmly in both his hands. “I’m finally going to fuck you with nothing but these sexy fucking socks on, baby. Straighten your arms,” he commands.
As soon as I do, he kicks my legs out, widening my stance. “Now fucking hold on tight,” he warns, seconds before raising my hips and plunging his cock inside of me, with one quick hard thrust.
I cry out at the fullness of him. “Fuck me, you’re so fucking tight. Are you all right?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!” I pant out breathlessly.
On another groan he begins fucking me with hard, fast, desperate strokes. I bite down on my lip to stifle my screams. My fingers grip the kitchen table tighter while it bangs into the wall from his force. It’s raw, it’s wild and it feels incredible.
His fingers digging into my hips, I begin pushing back against him, trying to match his deep frantic thrusts.
Heat begins coiling low in my tummy and I c
lench around his pounding cock. “Ah fuck! You’re close, Grace, I can feel it, baby. Fucking give it to me.”
Suddenly a sharp sting gets delivered across my ass. I gasp and clench around him again.
Sawyer groans, “Fuck! You liked that, Grace?”
“Yes,” I gasp out.
I did, I liked it a lot.
Rearing his hand back he delivers another sharp slap. I cry out again, feeling myself on the edge, knowing I’m going to fall over it any second.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer.”
Reaching a hand around me, he delivers a light tap against my clit, which has me flying over the edge. I scream through my orgasm, my voice becoming raw and hoarse from it. Sawyer’s savage pace comes to an abrupt halt as he spills himself inside of me.
He falls on top of me but braces his arms on the table, making sure not to crush me. He plants soft, gentle kisses across my shoulders. Such a contradiction to what he was doing just a few seconds ago.
“You okay, Cupcake? Was that too much?” I hear the concern in his soft question.
I shake my head, “No, Sawyer. It was perfect.”
He drops his forehead against my back, “That’s because you’re fucking perfect.”
I smile, seriously this man may be the cockiest guy in the world, but I’m pretty sure he’s also the sweetest.
I release a moan as he pulls out of me. After pulling up his underwear he picks me up and carries me to bed. And I’ve never been so darn thankful because I don’t think I could have walked if I tried. My arms encircle his neck and I stare into his intense green eyes, ones I’m hoping I’ll be lucky enough to look into forever.
“I still can’t believe you did this!” I scold Sawyer as we drive to Julia and Jaxson’s for Thanksgiving. My irritation rising when I look down at the three pies I made and see a missing slice from them all.
“What?” he asks innocently.
“Don’t you ‘what’ me! You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about.”
“You know, I like how you accused me right away. How do you know it wasn’t that dog of yours? That little bastard is a pig, he’s constantly trying to swipe food from somewhere.”
