Chapter 36
Val
I notice his expression the moment he comes inside.
Walking away from the customer I was mid-sentence with, I rush over to Sawyer.
“What’s the matter?” I clasp his elbows, making him meet my eyes.
Chewing on his bottom lip, his brows furrow. “I don’t know. There was a guy outside I thought was my dad. But it wasn’t. He had these scars—” His hand comes up in a claw shape, waving over his own face. “I could have sworn it was Dad.”
An icy stone drops in my stomach. There’s only one person I know that is the spitting image of Mason McCullough. “Cade.”
Sawyer nods. “I think so.”
“What did he say? Is he still here?” I glance through the windows towards the spare parking lot.
“Nothing, really. And he already left. So weird.” He shakes his head, hoisting his bag.
It is strange.
“Go on upstairs, I’ll be there soon.” I give his butt a soft pat of encouragement, then head back to the counter to finish ringing up the poor customer who’s standing there watching us.
By the time I finish closing up, Sawyer has his game system plugged into my small TV.
His confused expression earlier is a firm frown now.
Tousling his hair, I hand him a bottle of water and land on the couch next to him. “Get a hold of Scott?” Maybe that will help him forget about Cade?
“Yea, but he said he can’t get on tonight, some big last minute Christmas Eve party.” He lets out a long exhale, wrapping his arm behind my shoulders to pull me closer. “He did say tomorrow night for sure, though.”
“Is he still being weird? I can have a talk with him if he is.” I know how much Sawyer enjoys the little bit of time he gets to spend with my brother.
They were practically inseparable when they were younger.
His lips press my temple. “I think he’s coming around. He just doesn’t like it if I mention you.”
I can tell from the distant look in his eyes that he was looking forward to it.
With a groan of frustration over my bratty sibling, I snuggle into Sawyer’s side. “Maybe you could show me how to play?”
“Really?” The change in his voice is drastic. “You’d want to try?”
“Sure. I can’t promise I’ll be any good, though.” I sit up as he excitedly leans to a small box holding his controllers and headphones.
“That’s okay with me. It’ll be nice to have something to teach you.” He grins over his shoulder, then clicks on the television.
It makes me happy to see the smile. And such a little thing, joining him in something he loves.
“Okay, I’m going to drop us into a private room so I can show you.” He guides my fingers onto the different buttons, and flies through the menus on the screen.
“This one—” He moves my index for me. “—fires the gun. Aim for that fencepost.”
When I pull the trigger, the controller vibrates.
“Nice!” he says excitedly, gaze fixed to the television. “Now there.” His arm drifts out to point towards a farther building.
I don’t watch the character when I fire again, I want to see his face.
The ecstatic expression makes heat flow through me.
His controller rattles in his hands. That’s when I realize my crosshairs have drifted across his avatar.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” I didn’t mean to shoot him.
But he laughs. “It’s just a practice room. See?” He uses his character to unleash a few rounds on mine.
My hands shake violently.
Oh. I have an idea.
“Do that again,” I beg him, pushing the side of the joystick against my pelvis.
“Huh? Sure.” He rips off another burst without looking at me.
Delicious.
“Again,” I pant.
That’s when he glances over, his wide blue eyes droop with a flare of his nostrils.
He hits the button, sending another wave of vibration through my belly.
“You’ve never noticed how…good this feels?” I lean over, pressing my controller to his filling groin. “Do it again,” I exhale before finding his neck with my mouth.
A shiver runs through him when I hear the barrage of bullets from the game.
“It feels better when you’re holding it,” he groans softly.
“I have an idea that we’ll both like.” Climbing off the couch, I head towards my nightstand. “Take off your clothes, little boy.”
I do the same, leaving a trail of discarded items on the floor behind me.
His pouty lip rolls between his teeth when he sees the long purple toy.
It’s dwarfed by his stiff cock jutting against his belly.
“Get ready for me,” I purr, framing his hips with my knees.
As he scrambles for a condom, I flip through the settings on the toy to the fast vibration.
Then I rub the silicone dick against his, grabbing them both to press against the front of my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, dropping his head onto the cushion.
“See? Trust me, baby. I know you’ll love this.” Using my body for leverage, I grip him tightly against the shivering dildo. Long strokes until the buzzing against my clit has me teetering on the edge.
Flattening it between us, I shift just enough to sink him into me.
Every time he enters me, it forces out a gasp.
“Holy shit.” His jaw clenches when I wedge the vibrating length against the base of his shaft.
But when I grab the controller and press it to the other side, his thighs start to quake.
“Shoot me again.” My nails rake his scalp, pulling his mouth to mine.
His finger spasms, sending a new wave of oscillations through us both, tipping us over the edge to cry out in a simultaneous climax.
Clinging to him, our foreheads meet as we both try to catch our breath.
“I like this game,” he grunts, rolling his hips into me.
“Do you know what I want for Christmas?” Lifting myself, I let his semi-hard cock slip out, then reach down to grab it.
“I want you to fuck me here.” I angle his thick tip down until it’s pressing against my ass.
“Have I told you that I love you?” he groans, rubbing his calloused palms over my waist. “Because I do.”
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tilt his lips up. “Me too, baby. So much, that I want to claim your body as mine.”
A thrill runs through me, heightened by the buzzing toy still lodged between us.
I want to own him, inside and out.
“I’ll give you anything. But what does that mean?” There’s a tremor to his voice.
I can see the hesitation warring with his willingness to please.
“I want you to know what it’s like. How good it can feel, yet also how gentle to be.” I stand, picking up the vibrator and switching it off.
Then I hold out my palm. “Let’s go to the bed. I won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with, and we can stop at any time. Okay?”
He chews on his lower lip, but nods, slipping his hand into mine. “I trust you.”
That makes me love him even more.
Leading him to the bedroom, I pause next to the mattress. “Take that off, and lie down on your belly.” I point at the wrinkly condom still covering his growing cock.
When he splays out, his pale butt sticks up invitingly.
“Let me—” I reach between his legs, tugging his hardening length down to point between his thighs. “There.”
First the belt, then the massage oil. “This might be cold.” I dribble it into my palm, then rub my hands together before touching his skin.
He hisses in a sharp inhale. “Just a little.” His words are muffled into the pillow.
“Don’t be nervous.” Straddling his leg, I make slow, long strokes up the lean muscles of his back. “Let me love every piece of you.”
He lets out a sigh, making his body loosen. “That does feel good,” he groans.
Dropping butterfly kisses between his shoulder blades, I let my touch move down, kneading his firm ass cheeks with my thumbs.
Then I rub some of the slick oil gently over his sack and down his stiff shaft.
“Fuck, that’s amazing.” His legs spread as he relaxes, opening himself up to my rhythmic caresses.
Tilting the bottle, I liberally ooze more onto the small of his back. “Ready, baby boy? We’ll start small.”
His fist tightens in the sheet. “Okay.”
“No, Sawyer. Don’t tense up.” I methodically work my way up the insides of his thighs until I see his hold loosen.
Then with one hand cupping his leaking tip, I push in a finger.