15. Sawyer
SAWYER
H allie had been working her ass off the last few days, and despite my best efforts, I worried about the inevitable crash.
She seemed off but claimed it was just stress from the hospital.
My father’s life—and now my brother’s—as the sheriff of our small town had revolved around the same long, tense hours.
The tragedy of the job.
No town is immune.
I’d watched it from the outside but I’d never experienced it firsthand. And no matter how many meals I prepared or orgasms I gave her, it wouldn’t be enough to fix it.
I’d taken my frustration down to the beach and swam in the ocean, moving against the current with strong confident strokes, my body sliding easily through the water.
The ocean is the one thing I could never give up. My siblings and I had gone to Cedar Lake throughout our childhood, but it was nothing like this.
Hell, I’d never even seen a lighthouse before I moved here.
The thought has me smiling as I turn on the outside shower, barely waiting for the water to warm up before stepping under the spray and dropping my board shorts to the wooden planks.
“Okay if I join you?” Hallie’s sweet voice is a purr as she peeks in the side and smiles.
“Always,” I tell her, slicking my wet hair back and watching her undress. “Didn’t expect you back till later.”
“We had enough people on the schedule, and I just needed to get out of there.”
“You’ve been workin’ a lot,” I murmur, taking her hand and gently pulling her toward me. She comes willingly, her arms wrapping around my waist as her cheek presses against my chest.
“This is nice. How come we haven’t done this before?”
“Didn’t know you missed this when you took the tour,” I tease, sliding my palms over her curves to cup her ass.
“You should fire that tour guide; he’s terrible,” she muses and I chuckle as she turns her face to press a kiss to my skin. “Did you go swimming?”
“Yeah, I haven’t gone for a while, and I needed it.”
She nods, humming as she peppers my chest with kisses. “We should do a beach day.”
“Okay,” I whisper, not wanting to interrupt something she clearly needs right now. Instead, I draw little circles on the small of her back with my fingers, my touch light but present, just to show her I’m here.
Moving slowly, Hallie kisses her way down my body, her nails grazing my skin, sending a torrent of sensations through me. She’s unhurried in her movements, taking her time to nip and suck and mark me as she goes.
And then she’s on her knees in front of me, the water from the shower covering her in little droplets of spray as she fists the base of my cock and licks up the underside.
“Hallie.” Her name is a pained groan as she swirls her tongue around the head before taking me in her mouth.
It’s a tease, the way she takes a little more before releasing me with an audible pop before diving in again.
It’s maddening, her tits bouncing and swaying in time with her enthusiasm for sucking me off and fuck, I like that.
I like it too much because before I’m ready, I feel my orgasm barreling down on me with no hope of holding back.
She’s too good.
And like she can read my mind, she sucks me to the back of her throat, holding me there as I come apart. I bite back a curse when she swallows around me, my dick oversensitized when she finally lets me drop from her swollen lips.
She looks dazed, but I can’t think about it for too long because I’m already hauling her up into my arms, my tongue sliding against hers.
Apparently we’re not using words today and that’s all right. I have plenty of ways to tell her just how much I appreciate her.