Chapter 33
Sawyer
Every ounce of strength is rocketed out of the end of my cock.
Slumping from the restraints, I let myself hang limply from the engine hoist hook.
But her words are on repeat in my head.
“...Show the world I love you…”
Maybe those things I wanted aren’t so dumb?
Her cool palm rests on my cheek as her lips brush mine. “Are you ready to be honest with me now?” she whispers.
When she presses the button to lower my arms, they tingle as the blood begins to circulate again.
“I want all those things you don’t,” I finally admit. “A house, kids, and, um, a ring. I mean, not immediately, but eventually?” My face burns as the truth tumbles out of me.
Flexing my fingers, I pause as she pulls up my underwear.
Then she tugs my jeans back into place with a smile tilting her mouth. “I’m very proud of you for opening up to me. I know it was scary.”
Warmth spreads through my chest with her gentle touch. “It’s everything you said you didn’t want, though.” My knees are still weak, so I slump onto the old truck seats that we use as a bench.
She doesn’t hesitate to crawl onto my lap, draping her legs over my thigh.
Her nails run through my hair, feathering against my scalp in pleasant waves of heat.
Where did my hat go?
Fuck it, I love the feel of her body against mine.
“This is more than I could ever hope for. You’re almost too good to be true, you know that?” Her green eyes get a wistful, faraway look. “It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that you’ve been there this whole time.”
“I ain’t fancy,” I blurt out. “I mean, this is my empire of crap.” I cast my arm in a broad wave around the shop.
The piles of tools, the rusty broken pieces in the corner, the half-used containers of engine oil and hydraulic fluids.
It’s embarrassing.
“Sawyer, you’re living a dream that most people would die to have.” She shakes her head with a frown. “Why do you think I have a hard time accepting that this could work between us?”
My nose wrinkles. “I thought you hated it?”
She shifts on my lap, rubbing against my sensitive cock as she turns. “Why would you think that?” Her forehead knots in confusion.
“I dunno. I just remember once you barged into Scotty’s room a few years ago and said I stank like shit.” I’ll never forget it. It’s made me paranoid about how rank I was ever since.
“Oh, no.” Her cheeks pale. “Sawyer, that was right after Sarah—” She pinches her eyes closed.
“I’m sorry. I hated every man for a while after that. I thought they were all shit. But not smelly.”
I feel like an idiot.
Ford told me she had a rough time. I just never put the two together.
She drops her head to nestle under my chin. “I like the way you smell.” Burying her nose into the hollow of my throat, she presses her lips against my rapid pulse.
“Val?” My voice cracks as I pull her tighter. “Does this mean I can text you?” I want her to say the magical words again, to tell me how she feels.
It made my whole body lighter than air when she said it.
“You better.” Then she sits up, leveling her mouth with mine. “Kiss me, Sawyer.”
When I press my lips to hers, I put every doubt, every moment of longing into it.
How I’ve wanted her, dreamed of her, begged silently against the darkness of the world to let her see me.
Now she’s here in my arms and I’m never letting her go.
She pulls away breathlessly, dropping a tiny peck onto the tip of my nose. “I have to go—”
“What?” My heart stops beating.
I just got her back.
But she smiles, wrapping her hands behind my neck. “I walked out on Mom to come here. I promised her I’d spend Thanksgiving with her. Give me an hour, then meet me at the bar.” Her thumb drifts down over my Adam’s apple before she tilts up my chin.
With a growl, she latches her teeth onto the side of my throat. Sharp enough that I know she’s leaving a mark.
Fuck, I’m getting hard again.
“Pack a bag, little boy. You’re going to be sleeping over a lot more.” Reaching between us, she cups my cock and gently squeezes it, then stands.
“I could come with you? I could act like I forgot something, or—”
“She knows, Sawyer. It’s why I have to go do some explaining.” Val’s green eyes roll towards the sky. “I can’t imagine how she’s going to react, I didn’t give her much of a chance.”
“You told her?” I squeak.
Why does that make this feel so much more…official?
She nods, biting her bottom lip. “A bit of a bombshell for her, I’m sure.”
“Think she’ll tell Scotty?” I haven’t told him yet.
Val shrugs, picking up her coat. “He’s going to find out eventually.”
I like how that sounds. “I might call him.”
She snorts. “I’m just warning you now, I’m turning my phone off for a day or two after that conversation.” Her finger points at my crotch. “Be in my bed, naked.” Dropping my belt onto my lap, she winks as she turns away. “Or you’ll get another spanking,” she says before she leaves.
I’m almost tempted to test her.