Chapter Seventeen #2
But, if I played my cards right and didn’t fuck things up, I could see all that again.
It was October. I could take her pumpkin and apple picking.
Then we could carve them. On Thanksgiving, we could take it over to Marg’s.
Or, if she liked cooking, we could have Barrett over and do a small holiday ourselves.
We could put up the tree again and open presents.
We could watch the ball drop, and drink too much champagne, and ring in the New Year with some tipsy fucking.
I wasn’t someone who generally thought in the long term.
It wasn’t that I was anti-commitment; it was that I just never really found someone who inspired me to look forward to sharing events with them.
That didn’t make me a dick; it just made me unwilling to settle for someone who didn’t make me feel that way.
So now that I found a woman who did, I was thinking about it.
It really was that simple.
But Barrett was right; I needed to make my thoughts clear to Riya. Granted, like I had told her, I was always someone to confront things, it was simply that I was somewhat unused to doing so about relationships.
It was something I was going to get good at quickly.
Slim was situated outside the bathroom door, which was all I needed to see to know she was inside. And judging by the open bottle of Cosmo mix on the counter, she was using the bath bombs I bought her. Whatever the fuck those were.
She looked positively shocked that I walked in without knocking, and maybe it was a little bold of me, but I had literally touched every inch of her the night before, and she hadn’t shown any shyness—except maybe when I complimented her.
“You’ve heard of knocking, right?” she asked, putting a hand over her breasts despite the bubbles being impossible to see through.
“Yep, but where’s the fun in that?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of the tub and putting the file I was holding in my lap.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you called Tig and Brock off their other cases to work on mine?”
Marg had been talking. I had expected nothing else.
Her finally seeing a woman she approved of in my apartment must have been tantamount to an early Christmas for her.
“Because it didn’t seem necessary to.”
“It’s my case. It’s my lost year…” she insisted. A piece of hair slipped from the clip she had it up in and slid down to frame her face.
“You’re right,” I agreed, reaching out to tuck it behind her ear. “It’s your case, and you have a right to know what we’re working on.” I guess I had just been trying to protect her from it all until I had answers for her.
“So what have you been working on?”
“Taking turns watching Michael’s apartment building.
That’s gotten us nowhere. Mostly since no one has spotted him yet.
The video from Famiglia gave us a van, but it had blackout windows and covered plates.
We never saw who was driving it. But Barrett has a lead about some kind of covered-up logo on the side.
So that’s where our focus is now. Well,” I said, giving her a small smile, “that’s where his focus is. Right now, my focus is on you.”
“On me?” she asked, her cheeks getting just a tiny bit pink.
“Yep. We got some shit to talk about.”
“Some… shit?” she asked, smiling a bit at the phrasing.
“Yeah, some shit. You and me shit. Starting with—there is a you and me, in case that wasn’t clear between last night and this morning.”
“Ah… okay,” she said, looking almost confused, like it was so foreign for a man to be upfront with her that it almost didn’t make sense.
“I get that the situation is strange and that this is all still new. But you’ve been in my place for a week, and I’m not sick of you.
I think that’s a good sign. I actually fucking like all your girly shit laying around, and I like coming home and seeing you there.
I think that’s about all I need to know at this point.
Oh, and you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.
There’s that too.” To that, she laughed a little, shaking her head at the bluntness, but seemingly not offended by it.
“Speaking of,” I said, reaching for the file on my lap and tapping her forehead with it.
“What is that?”
“This would be our test results.”
“I’m sorry… what?”
“Well, Ashley ran tests on you—the full range from vitamin levels to an STD check. All clean, obviously. But that night after we kissed, I figured it was time for me to get checked out too. So mine are in here with yours. Negative. But I will give this to you.”
“No, it’s okay, I…”
“No,” I cut her off, shaking my head. “You’re going to take the file and look at it because that’s the responsible thing,” I said, reaching for her towel, and drying her hands, then handing it to her. I watched as she shrugged and opened the file.
“Like you said—negative.”
“I like that you trust me, but on shit like this, you want to see for yourself.”
“That’s true,” she agreed with a nod.
“So, real quick, know pregnancy isn’t an issue, but are you at the point where you’re comfortable not using condoms, or do you want to wait it out?”
She looked almost taken aback at that. “Well, um… if all our tests are clean, I really don’t see why we can’t…
” The rest of her sentence broke off on a squeal because as she was talking, I was stripping.
And once she got to the point, I climbed in with her, the water sloshing up around the sides of the tub. “Sawyer, the floor!”
“It will dry,” I shrugged, reaching for her and pulling her against my chest. “Know what’s good about this decision?
” I asked, sliding her slippery body toward mine, putting her legs over mine so I could press my already hard cock against her pussy.
“We can have sex in the tub. Condoms and water are no fun.”
The second my cock pressed against her, her hands slapped down on my shoulders, her head falling back slightly, her lips parting on a silent moan.
“Good, right?” I asked, and she nodded, her eyes landing on mine, heavy-lidded, already hot for me. “You wanna take me in?” I asked, and her hips raised up to do just that. I reached between us, grabbing my cock and holding it still so she could slide down on me.
Her tight, hot, wet walls slowly grabbed me and pulled me inside. I took a deep breath as she took me to the base, holding still as she let out a low whimper.
“Wanted you since the minute I woke up this morning, babe. I’ll give you slow and sweet later. Give me hard and fast now.”
Her smile was slow and heated as she started grinding against me, as hard and greedy and needy as I felt.
The water kept sloshing all over the sides as she arched backward a bit, letting my cock rake across her G-spot as she rode me, her moans getting louder, more frantic, her movements getting less controlled, more erratic as she got closer.
“Sawyer…” she gasped, her pussy grabbing my cock harder than seemed possible as she paused. I slammed my hips upward, and her walls started pulsating hard around me as she collapsed forward, crying out my name against my neck.
I rocked through hers before I found mine, liking it a bit more than I thought I would to come inside her.
She clung to me afterward, her body shaking slightly in aftershocks. I reached up, pulling the clip out of her hair and letting it fall around her shoulders so I could run my fingers through it. Never felt hair like hers- it ran through my fingers like silk.
A while later, her arms and legs still around me tight, I finally broke the silence.
“So what the fuck is a bath bomb?”