Chapter 176 #2
The door pulls open and a woman smiles at me, “Knox party? Table for two?”
“That’s us,” I say. Sawyer hangs up on Kalen mid cackle. We step inside the doors after the woman and my mouth falls open.
What have you done, Kalen?
“He booked out the entire pub, didn’t he?” Sawyer asks the woman and she nods.
“Yes, the entire venue is paid up for the next two hours, the menu is taken care of, and that table has been set up for you.”
“Thank you,” Sawyer says as she leads us to the table.
Before we sit, he offers to take my coat, and I smile to myself as the material falls from my shoulders. He grunts.
Turning, I smirk at Sawyer.
“You were in on this with him?”
“Not exactly. What do you think?” I ask twirling for his enjoyment.
“I think that before we leave I plan to take you to the bathroom and fuck you senseless.”
Sawyer isn’t usually so crass. It’s where his age sets him apart from his brothers. He has the quiet confidence that comes from experience whereas his brothers, while skilled, tend to border cockiness instead.
But hearing his words, seeing the desire in his eyes and knowing that I’ve pushed him to the edge of losing control once again, thrills me. Not to mention the good memories it brings back.
As we settle into our seats, the ambience of the pub envelops us in a cosy embrace. The warmth from the crackling fireplace dances across my skin, adding to the allure of the moment. Sawyer’s eyes meet mine, a flicker of mischief dancing within them.
“I must admit, this is quite the surprise,” I remark, taking in the intimate setting Kalen has orchestrated.
Sawyer chuckles, his gaze lingering on me. “Kalen does have his moments of brilliance. Just don’t tell him I said that.”
Leaning closer, his voice lowers to a conspiratorial tone. “Though, I must say, I’m glad he thought of this. Gives us a chance to catch up properly. Alone.”
I feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks at his words. Despite the passage of time since our days at the school, the connection between us feels as strong as ever.
“Indeed,” I reply, a playful glint in my eyes. “It’s been far too long since we’ve had a chance to chat without the constraints of work or an audience around.”
It’s hard sometimes, to carve out individual time with each of them and to have a four way relationship whilst running a vast organisation and trying to maintain friendships and have a social life. Some days I feel exhausted despite the amazing support network I have around me.
As our drinks, and then the starters are brought to our table, I can’t help but marvel at the presentation. Each dish is a work of art, a testament to the skill of the chef. Sawyer raises his glass in a silent toast before taking a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You know,” he begins, his tone soft but filled with sincerity, “I’ve missed moments like these. Just you and me, enjoying each other’s company.”
His words send a flutter through my chest, a familiar warmth spreading within me. “I’ve missed them too,” I admit.
I shoot him a soft smile before picking up my fork to begin eating, a sudden laugh bursting free.
“What?” Swayer asks, cocking his head to the side and drawing his brows together.
I glance over at his plate and see it’s the same as mine, and, still laughing, I point at the dish. “Is it just me or does that look like—”
Sawyer glances where I’m pointing and then laughs. “A dick.”
“Oh thank god it’s not just me. I mean, it’s very pretty and it looks delicious, but the presentation could use a little finesse.”
Sawyer’s gaze darkens. “Tonight, the only dick you get to think looks delicious is mine, you got that?”
I grin at him and nod. “Yes, Sir,” I tease with a wink, making him groan as we begin to eat.
The conversation flows effortlessly between us as we indulge in the exquisite cuisine before us. We reminisce about our time at the school, sharing anecdotes and laughter that feel like echoes from another lifetime.
As the evening wears on, the air between us crackles with a newfound energy, a tension that’s been building since this morning in the gym. With each lingering glance and our playful banter, it becomes increasingly apparent that the attraction between us hasn’t dimmed in the slightest.
Once the plates are cleared from our starter, it’s not long before the mains are brought out – two plates full of steak and chips with all the trimmings. I grin at Sawyer but he shakes his head.
“This was all Kalen.”
“How did he know you promised to take me for a steak dinner for our first real date?” I ask.
Sawyer shrugs. “Beats me, but he’s a wily little fuck so I wouldn’t put anything past him.”
The plates are put down in front of us, but instead of the server retreating, she stands by our table, her cheeks blazing.
“Are you okay?” I ask. She nods frantically but it’s a jerky movement.
Eventually though she gets herself together and then opens her mouth and begins to sing. Her voice is beautiful, but the lyrics are…ridiculous as she wishes us a ‘Happy steak and blow job day’ to the tune of Marilyn Monroe’s sexy ‘Happy Birthday Mr President’ rendition.
Oh my god.
By the end of it all of our faces are flaming and I’m ready to kill Kalen.
I’m reaching for my phone when it rings and his junk appears on my screen.
Ugh. When did he get hold of my phone again? I need to change that image back.
I hit answer and bring the phone up to my ear but before I can say anything, Kalen’s self-satisfied tones drift down the line.
“Did you like it? Tell Sawyer he’s welcome by the way. You can give me an IOU on my blowjob!”
He hangs up, crowing with laughter before I’ve even formulated a reply.
Sawyer is shaking his head but thankfully looks amused by it all.
“I’m guessing you heard that?”
He nods. “And I’m guessing the phallic shaped starters were deliberate.”
I grimace. “I’m nervous about dessert now,” I tell him as I cut into my steak. It’s cooked to perfection and the first bite is heavenly, so I groan.
Sawyer’s gaze darkens. “Keep making noises like that, and I’ll be having you for dessert.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease with a smirk, whilst running my foot up the inside of Sawyer’s leg.
The food is amazing but by the time dessert is brought out I’m too full to eat another bite and quite frankly, too horny for more food.
Since it’s blow job and steak day, I slip my chair back, Sawyer’s eyes widen.
“Amelie, what are you doing?” he whispers, looking around in panic as I disappear beneath the table cloth.
“Relax. It’s only us here.” Crawling beneath the table I giggle. “You had the steak portion of the night…”
He doesn’t reply as I undo his belt, or when I undo the button on his slacks, or even when I release his thick hard cock from his boxer briefs.
The only noise he makes is when I wrap my lips around his head.
Bringing Sawyer Knox to his knees – metaphorically speaking – is my favourite pastime.
He is always so put together, never letting his walls down, not until he submits to me.
It’s rare, but right now he isn’t head of the Knox family, leading us all and making sure we’re safe, right now he is just Sawyer, the man, my man who has one weakness – me.