by Jessica Joy
Sawyer’s eyes are wary as I reach him, it reminds me of the look you give an unfamiliar dog, like you aren’t sure if it’s going to bite or not.
“Hey, Tess, I’m…” he starts to say but I cut him off with a deep kiss causing him to knock his beer to the floor. I feel his surprise and then eagerness as he leans into the kiss fully, pulling me close.
“Sorry” I say as I pull back, looking into his eyes. That questioning look in his gaze softens, dragging me in. At least I can apologize right tonight.
I move in to kiss him again and as our lips connect, I feel the last bits of tension leave his body and he settles into a more relaxed stance, giving me a squeeze that is almost too rough, but for once it feels like a warm blanket rather than a cage.
“All good Babydoll?” he asks.
“All good,” I nod.
“Good,” he leans in, kissing me on the forehead before taking half a step back, leaning down to pick his now empty bottle off the floor. “Gonna have a talk about that little freak out later?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. All I can manage is another sheepish nod.
So looking forward to the “Sorry I’m insane” talk. Super fun.
“And that little freak out on the overlook?”
“Wait… you…?” I ask
“Damn right I noticed Babydoll. I want to know what’s going on in there.” he presses another kiss to my forehead, “But damn right we’re gonna talk through it.”
Knowing he’s got my number on this one all I can do is nod. It’s probably for the best anyway. We can have our talk and he can let me down easily before running in the other direction so fast he leaves a dust cloud in his wake. Hell, then I can go back to my life on the run and not feel guilty for uprooting Evan yet again. Yep. It’s for the best. No need to make things more complicated than they already are.
Now if only you actually believed all that…
It’s well after midnight by the time we pull up outside my house again. Eager to get inside and let Alice go home, I climb off the bike before Sawyer even has the kickstand down and the bike settled. I’m halfway up the sidewalk when Sawyer snags me around the waist, turning me and pulling me into his chest. Smirking down at me for a moment, he leans down and captures my lips in a lazy, unhurried kiss. We stay wrapped in each other, savoring the connection until a gust of icy wind kicks up around us, sending a shiver through me and causing me to pull away as my teeth start to chatter.
“Why don’t we get you inside and warmed up,” he drops his hands to my hips and pulls me closer against him, the hard length of him grinding against my belly. I gasp and he gives a dark chuckle at my surprised response. “Oh, I plan on getting you all kinds of warmed up Babydoll. Let me come in?” he murmurs against my lips, kissing and nipping at them as he speaks. His teasing kiss is distracting in the worst way, or is it the best way? All I can manage is a little nod as I press myself even closer to him, needing to feel him against me. Sawyer growls deep in his throat before crushing his lips to mine in a passionate, damn near frantic kiss. All too soon he is pulling away and dragging me toward the house.
“Let’s get inside Tess, before I end up taking you right here on the sidewalk. Although, I’m not opposed to that thought…” he says with a sexy grin.
I can’t help but laugh at the devilish delight in his eyes. “Pump the breaks there biker boy. It’s entirely too cold out, plus I’d rather not give poor Alice a heart attack from seeing my pasty white ass glowing out here in the dark. Come on,” I say, fumbling with the lock on the front door. “Hold that thought for summer maybe.”
We make our way inside, finding Alice on the couch watching TV and crocheting. She breaks into a giddy smile when she sees us come in, Sawyer’s hand still in mine. When Sawyer’s other hand settles on my hip, giving me a little squeeze, she lets out a squeal and looks like the cat that got the cream.
“I knew it, I knew it! Clay owes me twenty bucks! He bet it was gonna take you two another month before you pulled your heads outta your asses and got together!” she’s practically bouncing with glee. “I’ll get out of your hair dearies; Have a good night you two,” she says through a bright, conspiratorial grin as she quickly packs up her project. Alice squeezes past us and out the front door, throwing us a wink and blowing a kiss before she closes the door behind her. I look at Sawyer, my eyebrows nearly meeting my hairline as I let out a laugh, not really sure what just happened. Frankly, that’s a common event around Alice.
“I could listen to laugh forever, Babydoll. Gonna need to make sure you always have a reason to laugh like that,” Sawyer says, pulling me close again and going for another kiss.
“As much as I fully support where your mind is going, can we get out of our shoes first? And like, maybe actually get upstairs? I have a strict ‘no ball sacks on the couch’ policy,” I say with a saucy grin as I start to toe off my converse.
“Oh Tess, I’ll be breaking that rule. Many, many times. I’ve been dreaming of bending you over the arm and fucking you ‘til you forget your own name. I’ll let you have your rule for tonight,” he says, sounding incredibly benevolent. I can’t help but roll my eyes at his tone but laugh as I shrug out of my coat.
“You laugh Babydoll, but I’m serious about taking you in every goddamn room of this house. And mine,” he all but growls, his voice getting even deeper as he pins me with a smoldering look.
“Put that smolder away Mr. Tie-Me-Up-Tie-Me-Down. I need to go check on Evan quick. Meet me upstairs?” I say as I push against his chest and start walking through the living room toward the stairs.
“Tie you up and tie you down? Oh, we can make that happen,” he rumbles. I can hear the promise in his tone as I dart up the stairs, grinning from ear to ear.
When I get up to my room after checking on Evan, I find Sawyer still isn’t up here. Not sure what to do with myself while I wait for him, I look around my room as I spin in an awkward little circle. Deciding that setting the scene a little might not be a bad thing, I flip on the twinkle lights behind my bed and turn off the overhead light. Mood lighting is still a thing, right?
Unable to think of anything else to do, I crawl onto my bed and sit in the middle of the plush comforter. I try about five different positions before settling on sitting cross legged, staring down at my clasped hands resting on my ankles as I fidget with my bracelet. I try not to get in my head, but old worries and fears claw at the edges of my mind. I want this, I know I do. I want him. I don’t think I have ever wanted someone as badly as I want Sawyer right now. His touch makes me feel things I have never felt before, things I know others talk about but have always felt like they weren’t meant for me. His touch, his kiss, they make me feel like I’m a gift, special and unique. He treats every moment like if he doesn’t take everything as it comes, he’ll never have the chance again. That alone tells me this is something I can’t walk away from.
Chapter 16
Sawyer
After mixing us a couple drinks, I head upstairs and find Tessa sitting in the middle of the bed, legs folded under herself and fingers fiddling with her bracelet. The dark hair spilling over her shoulders fell forward, shielding the right side of her face from my view. Tension radiates off her as I step up to the bed, she doesn’t even acknowledge my approach she is so lost in thought. Holding a neon green plastic tumbler out to her, I jingle the ice to get her attention and she startles as if coming awake.
“You found booze?” she asks, giving an awkward laugh clearly trying to cover her initial response as she takes the tumbler.
Clacking my ridiculous plastic purple cup against hers I tell her, “found a bottle on the counter with a note from Alice that said, ‘Fixed it.’”
The sound of Tessa’s surprised laugh echoes inside her cup as she snorts into it. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? She was upset I didn’t have anything earlier.” Tessa takes a big swig with an audible gulp and hands the cup back to me to set on the side table. Shrugging out of my Cut, I hang it over the back of the chair in the
corner before turning back to her. The nervous energy is still rolling off her in waves, but there is an eagerness behind her eyes that tells me I haven’t lost her yet.
A need to ease those nerves, to bring her into this moment with me overtakes me and I lean forward, bracing one knee on the bed. The bed dips under my weight and she looks up to meet my gaze, her hazel eyes wide and questioning. Seeing no resistance from her, I crawl forward until my hands are braced on either side of her hips, my nose barely brushing hers. “You with me Babydoll?” I whisper, my eyes blazing. At the challenge in my voice something shifts behind her eyes, the eagerness replaced with a smoldering heat as her body sways toward me. Instead of the nod or affirmative words I was expecting, my name escapes her lips in a whimper and fuck if that isn’t the sweetest hottest thing she could do in this moment.
With a growl, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss. She melts into me, her lips yielding to mine with a little moan. Pressing closer I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips, begging entry. Her lips part with a sigh and I take full advantage, diving into her mouth eagerly. My hands tangle in the silken fall of her hair and I press her into the mattress as our tongues tangle. Tessa meets me touch for touch and taste for taste, our legs tangling together as her hands clutch me to her. I lose myself in her kiss, her taste, and the way her hips begin to seek mine.
The feel of her fingers skimming down my spine sets my muscles rippling under her touch. I drop my head to her neck and place open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, down to her collar bone. Tessa gasps and pulls me closer, her hands sliding under the hem of my shirt as she leans her head to the side, submitting to my attention. The contact of her skin on mine sends a bolt of need through me as I nip along the ridge of her collar bone, swirling my tongue and sucking at the hollow there. She lets out little mewling noises as her hips grind up into me and her back arches pressing her breasts into the solid wall of my chest.
Shifting my weight to the side, I trace a hand down her side, my fingertips brushing the swell of her breast as I skim over her ribs and along the soft tuck of her waist. When I reach the hem of her shirt, I dip my fingers under the fabric and lightly drag my knuckles across the soft skin of her belly, loving the breathy moan the gentle contact pulls from her.
The need to feel her and the desire to savor every inch of her softness rage within me as I flatten my palm against the expanse of her stomach. She writhes under my touch, the muscles of her abdomen rippling under my touch. My need to discover her wins out and I slide my hand higher, pushing the cup of her bra out of my way as I brush my hand across her breast. My palm grazes her taut nipple, skimming small circles over it for a moment before I close my hand fully over her, kneading the soft flesh. The perfect damn handful, firm and yielding, full but not overflowing. I swallow a keening moan as she arches into me, my tongue sweeping into her mouth and tangling with hers.
Her legs spread beneath me and I settle between them, fitting myself against her and letting her feel the effect she has on me as I grind my aching cock against her center through our jeans. Moving back to her neck, I nip and suck at the hollow where her shoulder meets her neck as I take her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and roll it lightly. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and she cries out, arching into me.
Unable to play nice any longer, I push up to kneel over her, tugging at her shirt. Thankfully she is in the same rush and she sits up enough to pull the offending fabric over her head, dragging her bra with it. We collapse back down, and I angle myself to land with her nipple in my mouth. She pants my name as my lips close around her and my cock throbs against its confines at the sound. I could die a happy man if the last thing I ever heard was my name falling from her lips in that breathless, broken voice. Swirling my tongue around the taut peak, I moan as she clutches me tighter, her nails adding a sharpness to her urgency.
“So responsive Babydoll,” I murmur against her skin, then capture her nipple again and roll it between my teeth. Tessa’s thighs, which are wrapped around me, her ankles crossed against my lower back, tremble under my ministrations. With that realization I am now desperate to see if I can make her cum just from this. Switching breasts, I take her other nipple into my mouth as my fingers tease and tug at the one my lips just vacated. She lets out a groan and bucks her hips up against me again, seeking contact, seeking friction to ease the ache building in her. Dropping my hips more firmly against her I grind my cock against her center, pressing the straining bulge in my jeans against where she needs me most.
“Sawyer, god, please. More. I need more,” she pants, her hands slipping from my back and into my hair, both clutching me to her and trying to pull me away, unable to decide which she wants. Releasing her breast, I lean up over her and kiss her before sitting back up and pulling my shirt over my head. The heated, appreciative look on her face as she takes in the sight of my bare chest makes me puff up in ridiculous masculine pride.
“Like what you see?” I ask, with a cocky grin.
“You know I do, you cocky asshole. Now get back here before your head gets any bigger,” she teases, grabbing for the waistband of my jeans.
With a laugh I fall back down over her, bracing my arms on either side of her head. “Oh, I’ve got a big head for ya Babydoll,” I say, grinding my hips into her again. She tries to fight the moan as she rolls her eyes at my horrible attempt at cheesy humor.
“You’re doing a lot of talking for someone who still has his pants on,” she sasses. I reach up and give one of her nipples a teasing flick with my finger and she gasps in mock horror at my action and I laugh at the reproachful look on her face.
“Just for that…” I say, flashing her an evil grin as I jump up off the bed and make quick work of unbuttoning her pants and yanking them down her luscious legs. My mind short circuits at what I find underneath and all I can think is three words.
Black. Lace. Thong.
Fuck me. Tessa was made to wear lace. That perfect mix of sweet and sexy. I let out a growl as I take her in, palming myself through my jeans. She pushes up on her elbows, looking up at me with a shy look, her legs pressing together and knees falling off to one side.
“Oh, I’m having none of that Tess,” I growl, grasping both her ankles and tugging her down the bed, “Come here Babydoll.”
Chapter 17
Tessa
The heat of Sawyers gaze is a physical thing as it roams over me, almost as hot as his touch. Being spread open for him like this, unable to hide anything from him is both thrilling and terrifying.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he slides the scrap of lace down my legs and tosses it to the side.
Unable to withstand his inspection any longer I sit up, tucking my knees underneath me so I’m kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of him. I reach for him, snagging the belt loops of his jeans and tug him forward. Stumbling, he closes the distance between us, his knees hitting the edge of the bed. I want him in the moment, to please him and to be pleased in return. Yet, I can’t bear his gaze for more than a moment, feeling exposed in a way that has nothing to do with my lack of clothing. I bring my hands to the closure of his jeans and fumble with his belt, brushing the stiffness I’m seeking. Needing a distraction, I lean forward and press kisses to his stomach, working his belt free and pulling his fly open one button at a time.
God why are button fly’s so sexy?!
As the last button pops free, I bend down to nibble along the waistband of his black boxer briefs; my tongue peeking out to trace along his defined V cut. I go to push his jeans past his hips, but he stops me, grabbing the waist band and digging in his back pocket. He pulls out a condom packet and tosses it on the bed before pushing the jeans down and stepping out of them. The knowledge that he has the presence of mind to protect us when it hadn’t even crossed my mind has gratitude washing over me for this man and my need for him only increases. My hands go to his hips and I continue my perusal of his abdomen tasting, kissing, and teasing my way from one hipbo
ne to the other, studiously avoiding the intimidating erection tenting his boxers. I sneak a glance up at him as I rub my lips against the soft little trail of hair from his navel that disappears below the waistband of his tight boxers.
“Fuck Babydoll. Need to feel you,” he growls, his eyes burning with liquid heat. Before I can even register the movement, he’s over me again and I’m falling back to the mattress, his lips claiming mine in a fierce all-consuming kiss. We fall in a tangle of limbs, the energy crackling between us and turning frantic. Fitting his hips between mine he presses his delicious length against me, the firm ridge hitting exactly where I need him even through the cotton of his boxers. Arching up into him, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him even tighter against me.
“Sawyer, please,” I breathe, not exactly sure what I am pleading for but knowing I just need more. More of him, more of this, more of anything and everything he’s offering.
Sawyer grinds further into me and nips at my lips as he rolls us, settling me over him. Without missing a beat, I rub myself along his length, the delicious thrill the head of his cock sends through me as it hits my clit on each stroke has my eyes rolling back in my head as I drop my head back on a wanton moan. Sawyer jackknives up to sitting and wraps his arms around my back, dragging the pads of his fingers down my spine. I sink further into him and drag my fingers through his hair, scratching my nails lightly over his scalp. He reaches up and fists the hair at the base of my skull, tugging firmly making my back bow while bearing my neck to him.
My body tenses and my heart races as a memory threatens to break through and shatter the moment Sawyer and I are existing in. I know which memory it is, know which dark night from my past is trying to creep in and break me down. I refuse to let it, refuse to let that monster ruin one single moment more of my life. I refuse to let him anywhere near whatever this is that I’m starting with Sawyer.
