40. Sawyer
Sawyer
“ I can’t believe Van Cleef came through.” Her voice is awed as she repeats the same thing she has all night. It makes me smile.
The paperwork is now all signed, and she and Victoria now have some serious planning to do. When this is all over, I’ll take them out to celebrate properly.
“I knew it would.” I’m grinning as we move around her room. The boys are fast asleep, the locks and windows checked and cross-checked three times over.
“Thank you, Sawyer. My life has changed so much since you walked into it.” She steps toward me slowly, in nothing but the cute tank and shorts sleep set she wears that gives me just a little hint of the cheek of her ass, which teases me to no end.
“Not for the better, really.” My thoughts go right to who’s out there in the dead of night, probably watching, most certainly waiting.
She shakes her head as she looks at me with soft eyes. “If it wasn’t for you, my boys would have a very limited future, and now they have a choice. Focus on the positives and what we know for certain.”
“If it wasn’t for you, I would still be working day and night just to scrape up enough money to put dinner on the table,” she continues, and I grind my teeth.
“If it wasn’t for you…”
I cut her off. “You wouldn’t have a psycho murderer canvassing your home.”
“If it wasn’t for you…” She steps into me, my hands automatically wrapping around her waist as her chest brushes against mine. She raises her hands, placing one on either side of my face, eyes looking into mine.
“I wouldn’t know what true love feels like,” she says sweetly, making my breath catch in my chest.
I look down at her in awe. After everything that’s coming at us, me in two places, her working her ass off, me bringing danger to her life, she loves me?
“You love me?” I frown, wondering how, and she grins like she knows a secret I don’t.
“I think I fell in love with you when I saw you sitting in that cow manure the first time I met you.” She giggles, the sound soothing and whirling around my body rapidly.
I huff a laugh, rubbing my hand up and down her back. “Not my finest hour…”
“But your rawest one.” The look she’s giving is one a man like me has wished for time after time and started to believe would never happen.
“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you standing there with your garden hoe, ready to use it.” I grin, the memory in full color in my mind.
“Hmmm, I thought about it. Wasn’t sure who you were or what you wanted.”
“Well, I can tell you that I’m a man who was lost for years, and when I saw you, I felt like I was found.
I was a man who worked long, hard days, was married to my work, who after Mandy, never thought that I deserved a woman, especially not one like you.
But I’m now a man who’s found the one thing I’ve been missing, the one thing that’s going to make me whole.
That’s you. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and I don’t care if I need to leave the city and live on this farm for eternity. I’ll do it, just so I can be with you.”
“Make love to me, Sawyer…” Her eyes search mine, waiting for any hesitation, and there isn’t any. I lean over, rubbing my nose on hers before my mouth claims her lips, and I’m lost in the woman who I know will become my wife.
As I peel her sleepwear from her frame, I take my time, wanting to show her what she means to me and wanting to ingrain it in my mind.
Her hands land on my chest as she slowly undoes my shirt buttons, and I open my jeans, then kick off my shoes as she puts her hands behind her to release her bra.
“No, let me…” I stand before her in nothing but my underwear.
I’m hard already, and her eyes lower, taking in my bulge.
When she swallows, my smirk is instant, and I glide my hands around her back to open her bra delicately.
Slowly pulling the straps down her arms, our breathing grows heavy, the only noise in the room.
She grabs the waistband of my tight white boxers and pushes them down as I finger her underwear, doing the same until we stand in front of each other completely naked.
“My God, you are beautiful.” My chest tightens as her cheeks flush.
I notice she seems to take in my compliments now, like they hit her differently, my words building her up instead of ricocheting off like they used to.
I run my hands over her soft body, before I smooth them down her back and cup her under her thighs, lifting her to me.
“Show me how beautiful…” she whispers.
My lips collide with hers in a savoring kiss, and I walk us to her bed, the one I promised her we would break. But tonight is not that night as I lay her down gently before crawling over her, our lips never parting.
Heart hammering, I kiss down her neck and across her shoulders before lowering to her breast, wanting to kiss every inch of her.
I palm her breast while kissing the other, and her back arches slightly.
I can almost hear her heart pounding just as hard as mine, reminding me that she’s real, that this is real.
My hand reaches lower, trailing over her fantastic curves, and my lips follow, kissing over her stomach, across her hip, and she replaces my hand on her breast with her own, pulling her nipple, playing with her own body, which is such a fucking turn-on.
“I could drown in you and die happy,” I murmur against her skin as I lower farther, my kisses hitting her sweet center, causing her hand to fall to the back of my head.
With long, languishing kisses, my tongue caresses across her clit, and she begins panting, her legs spreading even wider for me, letting me in, opening herself up.
Her taste on my tongue is one I now crave.
“Oh… yes…” she moans, and I bring her right to the edge with my tongue, not letting her topple over just yet.
“You’re so wet, baby.” I kiss her thighs, leaving her whimpering and a little frustrated.
“You’re a tease,” she complains, and I look up, seeing her grinning.
“Oh, don’t worry, Mama. I’m going to make you come. I just want to watch you when I do it.” I feel in control as I make my way back up her body.
She lowers her hand then, running her fingers down my side, feeling my torso muscles, making them twitch before her hand grips my length. I hiss with relief as she pumps me, my cock hot and heavy and so ready for her.
“Two can play that game…” She strokes me nice and slow, feeling all of me, and I throb in her grip. A trail of pre-cum hits her fingers, and I feel her body almost vibrating in need.
She moans, and I push into her grip, my eyes almost rolling in the back of my head. My fingers pinch her nipple and her hips thrust up, looking for friction. Not able to wait any longer, I kiss her briefly before I lean over, grabbing a condom from the bedside table, the movement quick.
“Are you my girl? Are you all mine?” I position myself at her entrance and look into her eyes.
“All yours,” she whispers as I slide in, gasping, her back arching and taking me in all the way.
“I’m yours.” I give myself to her completely as I start to move. Her legs fall wider, core clenching around me with every swipe of her clit I make on every thrust. “Every fucking inch of me, you now own.”
“Sawyer,” she pants in that needy tone she gets, making my skin prickle with heat. The emotions of the past week run through me, the feeling of being here with her, in her bed, her feeling loved and safe and full of ecstasy. It's like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
“That’s it, Mama.” I watch her, my eyes never leaving her face, seeing every little movement that shows me her pleasure, feeling her hands on me as my movements increase, thrusting into her, showing her how much she means to me.
“Yesss. Oh my God,” she moans again, her legs starting to shake a little around my waist as she nears her release.
“Come for me,” I tell her, and she does. She bites her bottom lip hard, and I watch in awe as her body convulses beautifully as she lets go. “Look at me.”
Her eyes shoot open, and I smash my lips to hers, just as she starts to scream my name. With only a few more thrusts, I’m coming with her with a guttural moan.
“Fuckkkk.” I grind into her, my lips not leaving hers, kissing her thoroughly, our bodies now spent.
“Mmmmmm… you’re so good at that.”
I grin as I continue to kiss her across her bare shoulders.
“We’re good at that.” I lift off her and take care of the condom before turning off the lights. She’s smiling dazedly when I come back to bed.
Grabbing her, I slide her body across the bed to me, and I pull her in tight, spooning her, ensuring she feels safe and loved.
Yet as her breathing slows, my eyes are wide open, looking at the window. Waiting.