Chapter 20
Val
It’s wrong how good he feels.
And how quickly he’s figured out what to do to make me absolutely shatter.
Fuck, it’s twice as intense with the firm friction of his uncovered cock thrusting against my most erogenous zone.
His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me tighter for leverage.
He’s so God damn big it almost gives me cold sweats, but the unyielding rhythm makes it impossible to give in to the fire he’s churning into me.
Then he finds my clit as his lips latch onto the soft skin under my ear making a current of heat ricochet between the two.
I’m flirting with danger.
But I don’t want him to stop.
A tiny warning moan escapes him. “Val—”
“Fight it.” I’m so damn close.
His movements get faster as he plunges deeper until the first wave of spasms start to rip through me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, jerking himself out to spray between my thighs. Hot breath pours over the back of my neck as he pants through his release. “That was close.”
“You did perfectly.” Reaching down, I squeeze out the last few droplets from the tip, making him shiver against me. “Now when I come into the kitchen between pizzas for a fast and dirty quickie, you’ll know what to do.”
“Oh, hell. I’m gonna be cooking with a hard-on,” he chuckles, wrapping me into his sweaty chest.
“Maybe you should start wearing sweatpants?” Hmm. No.
All it would take is one look from one of the women in the bar when he’s stiff and I’d have to brawl.
What? Why?
I shouldn’t want to keep him.
It’s just the post-orgasm buzz making me think that crap.
A relationship would be a mistake. My last one ended horribly.
Sawyer isn’t him though. He’s the complete opposite.
Quiet, humble, and an attentive lover.
He’s addictive, that’s what he is.
How many times has he made me get off already? And it’s not even dark out.
“That sounds like a recipe for disaster around all that hot grease.” He rolls away and sits up. “Let me go get a washcloth.”
His pale ass shines against the tan line at his hips.
He’s tall, lean, and cut like a diamond.
I’ve really been out of touch for the last few years. Sawyer went from that awkward kid that my brother played video games with, to a damn fine man when I wasn’t looking.
That’s what my marriage did to me though.
A trial in survival.
Then it took me forever to find my way out of the depression that Chris left behind. I managed to finalize my divorce in a hurry after his arrest.
But when he got out on bail, I slept with a gun under my pillow until the day Ford assured me that Chris would never be back.
I didn’t ask for details, I just knew what he meant.
Nobody deserves to live in that kind of fear. So it makes it easy to keep men at arm’s length, depending on my drawer of toys.
Except Sawyer made me break my own rules.
“Spread those pretty legs,” he murmurs, crawling up my body.
There’s a crazy part of me that wants to test him. See how far I can push him to earn my trust.
Then I might keep him.
I let my knees widen as he hovers above me. “Maybe you should lick it off?” I trace one finger through the white strand on the edge of my pussy, then bring it slowly to my mouth as he watches me. “Then let me taste what I do to you on your lips.”
Without hesitation, the burn of his tongue hits my sensitive clit, matched by the press of the hot cloth against my skin. In a long stroke, he cleans me, then pauses to flick one more time before climbing up to crash his mouth over mine.
He’s flavored with both of us, mingling into a hungry kiss.
“I’ll never turn down a chance to savor you,” he groans, settling between my thighs.
Fuck, he’s hard again.
I may die tonight, but it’ll be with a smile.
I’m sore everywhere, but in the best kind of way.
Today is going to be a long ass day. Running on almost no sleep isn’t as easy as it was when I was younger.
But it’s worth it.
Wiping up the dribbles of coffee from the counter, I toss the paper towel into the garbage.
Holy shit, that’s a lot of used condoms.
How many times last night? More than I can count.
No wonder I feel like I did a million ab crunches.
Pouring a second cup for Sawyer, I carry them both to the bed, setting them on the nightstand.
He’s spread out like a starfish, one arm over his eyes and softly snoring.
Freakin’ adorable.
Sexy as hell.
His dick twitches when I crawl in next to him even though his breathing doesn’t change.
It’s as if he’s hardwired to me.
I like that, much more than I should.
Tracing the thick vein that runs along his shaft makes it jump with my touch.
And pulls a groan from his throat.
“Don’t stop,” he says without moving his elbow covering his face.
But then he flings it to the side and sits up, blinking rapidly at the clock. “Crap. Dad is gonna kill me.”
“Because you missed breakfast?” I remember the joke Sophia made yesterday.
He runs his fingers through his wild dark hair as he shakes his head. “Not that. We’re supposed to be sorting spring calves today.”
Sometimes I forget he has a whole other life outside of the bar.
Even though he only usually works two days a week, for some reason he feels like such a…staple here now.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mention it last night. I wasn’t, um, thinking past the moment.” His lopsided smile has a way of charming me.
There is a small part of me that’s almost disappointed he has to leave.
Stop that.
“It’s okay, I know you have responsibilities at the ranch.” I’m not sure why, but I stand to pull on my robe.
I don’t want to be naked anymore.
He scratches the back of his neck and squints at me before rolling off the bed to his feet. “I can try and come back tonight?”
I want to say yes.
“No, do what you have to do. I’ll see you on Friday.” Watching his beautiful cock get tucked away into his boxer-briefs is a sad moment.
“Oh.” His lips droop at the corners. “You’re off today and tomorrow, though. Do you want to—”
It’s starting to sound dangerously like dating.
I hold up my palm to stop him. “Slow down, cowboy. We’re in the ‘casual’ stage. Let’s enjoy it.”
He stops, his jeans hanging off his narrow hips, and furrows his brows. “Gotcha.”
That lower lip pouts out as he finishes dressing.
As tempting as it is to want to spend every waking second with him, I know that’s asking for trouble.
I’m not ready for that. Hell, I may never be.
Besides, if I let myself fall for him, it’ll hurt too fucking much to say goodbye when he meets someone his own age.
“We’re gonna just keep this fun.” My hands circle his waist to pull him close, cupping his tight ass.
I don’t want him to leave on a sour note.
Raising to my tiptoes, I press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.
His fingers burn a hot path to the back of my neck as he deepens it by pushing his tongue between my bruised lips until we’re both panting.
“I like this kind of fun,” he whispers before he pulls away.