Chapter 6
Allison
It is only a five minute ride before we pull up at a massive house that looks like a fancy mountain resort. The front door is massive and framed by natural rock that goes right up to the second story. Either side of the front door are windows that stretch the length of the place. The size of the house suggests six or more bedrooms. Then I think maybe this is an add on to the camp. Somewhere that can be hired by the corporate managers for a retreat.
"Welcome to my home."
"You live here?"
Sawyer nods and smiles. "It's too big. But once we started making money with the camp, well, there is not much to spend your money on around here and I always wanted a nice home. Our home as when I was a kid wasn't the greatest."
I nod as though I understand. But I had never thought about his home life when we were kids. I had heard rumors that his dad wasn't that nice. But it is only now that I realize that Sawyer's home life might have had something to do with his attitude in school and lead him to dropping out before graduation.
"Come inside, it's getting cold and you must be hungry."
"What about the others?" I ask.
"Don't worry about them. My staff can handle it and I'll send a message through that you are safe and being looked after."
There is that smile again.
Walking into Sawyer's home is like walking into the pages of a magazine. A few steps down to the massive fireplace surrounded by comfortable lounges and armchairs. A coffee table made of one large piece of oak. There is a huge kitchen with sleek lines and modern appliances. A large wooden table complete with a bowl of acorns in the middle. A staircase to the upper floor, a raised library filled with books and more comfortable lounges.
"This is not what I expected. Do you rent this place out?"
"No way. I'm not letting those corporate ass hat's stay here. But we do sometimes have meetings here and I had a designer fit the place out and there is a maid service that comes through and cleans the place."
"Wow. Sawyer Shaw has a maid service." I shake my head in disbelief. And then, in a serious tone, "You have done really well for yourself. You should be really proud."
"You too Ally. It's great to see that you have done well, you have a career and your friends."
I turn away from him looking down at my boots on the wooden floorboards.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not doing well. Not compared to this!" I raise my hands indicating the house. "Not even compared to anything. My life is awful. I lied about the job, I don't have a career, I answer phones for a living! My whole apartment could fit into your kitchen. I have no money. No friends. And I can't even do a mountain trek without falling down!"
I'm pacing back and forth working myself up into quite a state but as I turn Sawyer is there grabbing me by the arms. The world stops as I stare into his green eyes. And then his lips are on mine. Kissing me with all the passion and hunger I feel for him. My mind shuts down as I feel heat rush through my body. Little tingles everywhere. Want. Need. I melt into him and let myself get lost in the kiss. A kiss that blows all my worries away. A kiss with the most handsome boy in school. A kiss with a grown up sexy Lumberjack who sets my blood on fire.
His arms around me, holding me tight. His hard chest pressing against me. That washboard stomach I longed to touch. And that is not all that is rock hard. I feel his erection against me.
Crap. This isn't some dream. It's not a fantasy. This is real and I'm not sure I'm ready for it.
Ripping my mouth away from his kiss I push against his chest. He loosened his grip but keeps his hands on my body.
"Sawyer. We can't. We really shouldn't do this."
There is that smile again. Confident. Sexy. "Ally, it's time to stop thinking. You worry too much. I want you."
He pulls me close again. "I need you." His lips graze against my throat. His hot breath on my skin. Heat rolls through me and I feel myself get wet just from his words.
"Don't you want to be bad? Just once?"
Holy hell, I want that more than anything. To be wanted by the bad boy. Needed by him. My hands move to his shoulders. Gripping at hard muscle, pulling him into me.
With a groan he claims my mouth again. His kiss hungry, urging, as he walks me back to the table. His hands roam across my back, slipping under my t-shirt. When he tugs the cotton fabric upwards I raise my arms up. T-shirt gone. His hot lips are on my throat as he deals with my bra clasp. Gone.
"Oh Allison. You are so beautiful." He raises his hand and grazes his knuckles over across the side of my breast. Nobody has ever touched me like this. We both watch in fascination as my nipple puckers and hardens.
I've always been ashamed of my breasts. Too big. Wobbly bits of flesh. But the way Sawyer is looking at me, I feel beautiful. Worshiped.
And then, all of a sudden, with urgent hands, Sawyer turns me around. My hands on the table, his chest pressed against my back, his hands grab at my breasts, squeezing them hard. I can feel his erection against my ass, his lips on my skin, running hot kisses over my shoulder, the back of my neck. His need turns me on but the urgency has me scared. Is this going to be my first time? Him behind me, not even able to see his face. The ache between my legs wants this to happen. My heart races. But fear and panic take over as his hands slip beneath the waistband of my pants.
"No. Stop."
He steps back as though burnt. When I turn to see the hunger raging in his eyes I gasp.
"Fuck. I'm sorry. I ruin everything."
"Ally, what's wrong. We won't do anything you don't want to do."
Half of me want to run out of there and never see him again. But I have lived with this for long enough. If I'm ever going to lose my virginity then let it be to Sawyer. Here in this beautiful mansion in the forest. And if he wants to take me from behind... if it's too rough.... if he hurts me?
I take a deep breath in. All I can do now is admit my shameful secret to him. And if he laughs at me? Well so be it. Then I will run out of here and never see him again. Despite the desire cursing through my veins. Despite the fact I am so turned on, more than I have ever been before. Maybe I could convince him to be my first. We can do it anyway he wants. But he has to know what made me scream stop.