Chapter Eight #2
“I’m terrible at this,” he laughs. I smile, leaning in.
My face is so close to his, I can smell the whiskey on his breath.
My hands fall to his chest, his heart beating away like a wild drum.
He looks at me - not the facade I use to hide away all the demons, but me, Amelie Luna Rossi - and it’s nice to feel wanted for me, and not to get at my brother or Smalls to stick it to them.
Goosebumps line my skin as his fingers tuck hair behind my ears. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. I smile, getting closer, lips touching as we drink each other in.
Every inch of my body melts into him, as he explores my body with his hands. Each nerve ending he skims explodes with desperate desire.
His fingers toy with the edge of my shirt, which is easily removed without ruining the moment.
After discarding the shirt, Sawyer lifts me and walks towards his room, or so I presume. He gives me a look and I nod. Yes I want this, it’s why I’m here, right? My silent approval has him kicking open his door and gently laying me on his bed.
I watch as he removes his shirt, every muscle perfectly defined like he was hand chiselled to perfection by a master craftsman.
Heat pools between my thighs and, as if he can sense it, he drops to his knees in front of the bed, grabbing my ankles and dragging me down to the edge.
He takes his time unbuttoning my jeans, and his breath hitches slightly when I lift to help him remove them.
He takes my black lace underwear off along with my jeans.
I’m left bare before him and the way he looks up at me from under his long lashes makes me feel powerful. It’s a heady feeling.
He takes his time exploring my skin, licking and tasting until I am seconds away from exploding.
I have never experienced an orgasm purely from touch before; the light feather touches from his fingertips, the roughness from his day-old stubble, the way his breath hits my skin setting it alight.
..I’m done for. My body is on fire beyond anything I ever imagined it could be.
Just as the first wave of pleasure hits my core, his tongue makes contact with my most sensitive spot, causing the wave to crash over.
But he doesn’t take this as a sign to stop like others might, his mouth and tongue work magic between my legs, as wave after wave hits.
I scream out his name when I reach a peak and a much-needed release engulfs me.
Sawyer pulls away with a smile, whilst I’m sated.
“Wow,” is all I can manage.
The sound of Kalen’s voice comes from the other room and my heart stops.
Bro, bro, bro...hey bro! It’s me - your favourite sibling!
“I’m so sorry, my baby brother can be a real handful. If I don’t answer, he’ll keep calling.”
“It’s fine,” I say. I’m just so relieved that it was his ringtone and not Kalen literally in the next room, that I don’t care that he’s just left me naked on the bed.
He runs out to answer the call, so I prop myself up and try to listen. I can’t hear much of anything. Sawyer is back as quickly as he left, and comes to lay beside me, his phone in his hand. He raises it up and snaps a photo.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“To remember how stunning you look in my bed. My brother was calling to tell me that my other brother has drunk himself stupid and he needs to go save him. Apparently something happened at school today and Slate isn’t coping well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I’m really not, he deserves to feel bad for what he did. Or at the very least, the part he played in it.
“It wouldn’t be the first time. My brothers can be a handful, the twins especially. One drinks his problems away and the other will punch anything that gets in his way, so I really need to go.”
“Don’t worry. What’s the other brother like then, the one who called?”
“A pain in the ass! He has ADHD, he’s the baby of the family, needy, attention seeking. But harmless enough and he has a big heart.” He smiles as he describes Kalen to a T. It makes so much sense now it’s been said aloud, I don’t know why I didn’t spot it before.
“You can wait, but it may take a while or we can pick this up another time, because I really want to see you again.”
“Tomorrow is good for me.” I smile at him. I know that we will see each other tomorrow; just not how he is expecting.
“I have a family thing but if I make an appearance, I can be done early.”
“Sounds good to me.”
We both get dressed. Sawyer offers to drive me somewhere and I tell him I have a lift coming.
I wave from his doorstep as he drives away.
Baxter is only a few minutes, so I don’t spend much time waiting.
When he picks me up, he doesn’t say anything, he just takes us back to where he leaves his bike and walks me back to my room in silence.
Back in my room, my phone buzzes and reminds me I need to pack it away.
I check the message and it’s from Sawyer, sending me the picture he took of us.
In a different life, we might have been able to pursue the connection we share.
In this life, I am destined to live in a lower-class part of Australia, slaving away to make ends meet and taking care of my family.
The family that has loved and cared for me, no matter what.
That is just how things go. I’m not my mother, I won’t run away when the going gets tough; I will stay and fight for what's mine. Dad, Chelsea, Aadi and Smalls, they are my everything. I won’t leave them behind for a fantasy.