39 - Sawyer
39
Sawyer
Holy.
Fucking.
Christ.
There was no better feeling in the world than when a woman stared into your eyes and surrendered, giving herself to you. All of herself, holding nothing back. She was putty beneath my hands, allowing me to mold her however I wanted.
I took immense pleasure in dominating Sophie.
Holding her down.
Making her come first with my mouth and fingers.
Then making her come again with my cock, which ached for her.
And she was into every sweaty second of it.
But then when she asked for what she really wanted…
I hated games. I hated all the bullshit rules about dating, like how you needed to wait three days before calling someone. I preferred my women to be forward about what they wanted. I liked it when they were blunt, saying exactly what they meant.
So when she flat-out asked me to fuck her in the ass?
God damn , it was hot.
It made me forget all about the games she was playing with Johnny and Elijah.
I had never really been interested in anal sex. I wasn’t against the act; it just wasn’t my preference.
But I was interested in doing whatever my partner wanted. That’s what made sex so great: feeding off each other. Their pleasure enhancing your own. So when I slid my dick in between the perfect globes of her ass, and she moaned like she was dying of ecstasy? When she gazed over her shoulder at me with all the lust in the world shining in those blue eyes?
Fuck. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
And the act itself was a lot more fun than I expected. Sophie’s pussy was goddamn heaven, but her ass was every bit as incredible.
I gazed down at her nude body. She was cuddled up against me, her cheek against my chest and one leg thrown over my thigh. She’d fallen asleep as soon as we’d both cleaned up in the bathroom. My own exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, but I didn’t allow myself to drift off. It felt too good having this hot little thing curled up against my body; I didn’t want to sacrifice a moment of it for sleep, no matter how tired I was.
She was definitely worth the wait, I decided. All those flirty smiles and secret glances at the gym and Billy Bob’s were like logs fueling a fire. If I had made a pass at her that first night she gave me the flier, we would have had a good time. A burning flame of passion.
But by waiting, allowing the fuel to collect until this exact moment, it raged in a bonfire instead.
Her eyelashes fluttered against my chest, a soft tickle. Then she twisted and looked up at me through lidded eyes. “How long was I sleeping?”
“About an hour.”
She smiled. “You fucked me into a deep sleep.”
“I was thinking it had more to do with sleeping in the jail waiting room,” I replied. “But I like fucking you to sleep more.”
“I liked it very much too,” she said, stretching her legs out. How could a woman have skin that smooth, that soft? “Well, go ahead and ask.”
I frowned. “Ask what?”
Her big, round eyes rolled up to meet mine. “Ask me if I really dated Chris Appleton.”
I let out a sigh. “Seems like I know the answer.”
Sophie rolled sideways until she was laying on her back next to me. She stared up at the ceiling and said, “I dated a guy for three years. It ended badly. A month later, Chris Appleton walks into Billy Bob’s. I was in a bad place, still reeling from the break-up. And this guy walks up to the bar and orders my favorite drink. A whiskey sour with a twist of lemon.” She laughed bitterly. “He didn’t hit on me, not at first. He walked away with his drink. But I watched him line dance, smiling and making friends with everyone. Women were throwing themselves at him. That’s when I discovered he was the guy who won the rodeo last year. So when he came back to the bar and asked for my phone number… how could I not give it to him?”
“Easy,” I replied. “You say no.”
She glared over at me. “Well yeah, I know that now .”
“Sorry,” I said, glancing down at her perfect nude body. “Go on.”
Sophie shrugged against the pillow. “Not much more to say. We went out. He swept me off my feet. He seemed so perfect , you know? He said he was moving to Fort Worth, and wanted a long-term relationship. He made me feel like… like I was special.”
She closed her eyes. “And then he ghosted me. Stopped answering his phone, stopped texting me back. I was afraid something bad had happened to him—I even contacted the police about it. They solved the mystery real quick by checking his Instagram: he had returned home to Montana.”
“What a bitch-ass move,” I said, feeling surprisingly angry about the whole thing. Stealing Sophie’s heart, making her think they had something real, and then dumping her like garbage… it made my blood boil. I realized I was clenching my hand into a fist, and forced myself to relax.
“I should have known,” Sophie groaned, covering her face with a pillow. “I was so stupid.”
I removed the pillow and tossed it across the room, then leaned over until I was staring down at her. “We’re all stupid when it comes to love.”
“Something tells me a man like you has never allowed his heart to lead the way,” she said.
As I stared down at her perfect heart-shaped face, I thought to myself, I’m doing it right now .
“Sorry that happened to you,” I said instead, lowering my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “But now I’m even more happy I beat the shit out of him.”
All sorrow on her face was immediately replaced with a cheerful smile. “Me too! And I’m glad you don’t judge me for my fling with Appleton.”
“Oh, I’m definitely judging you,” I replied, rolling away from her. “Appleton is the fakest cowboy I’ve ever known.”
She spun toward me. “Hey!”
“I’m an honest guy. I can’t lie. You have terrible taste in men.”
Sophie threw a leg over me, straddling me like she intended to wrestle me like a steer. “I don’t know about that. Between you, Johnny, and Eli, I feel like my taste in men is on the rise.”
“That’s what I meant,” I insisted. “First Appleton, then Johnny, and then Elijah?” I shook my head. “Horrible taste.”
She playfully smacked me in the chest. “Hey! Johnny and Eli are nothing like Chris Appleton!”
“They’re not as bad as Appleton. But that’s a low bar.”
She grabbed my wrists and pinned them on either side of me, her blonde hair swaying down to tickle my chest and chin as she leaned close. “Come on. You can do better than that.”
I clenched my jaw. “Johnny and Elijah are… all right.”
Sophie gave me a quick peck on the lips. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” She ground her hips against my crotch and smirked. “Unlike other things.”
I reached around and cupped her ass. “I’m not sure you can handle another round today.”
One of her eyebrows slowly rose. “I’ll be the judge of what I can handle.” She flattened herself against my chest. “But you’re right. I’m way too sore to go again right now.”
“Which hole is too sore?” I asked.
She snorted with laughter. “Both.”
I caressed her back with my fingertips. “Good thing you’ve got a mouth, then.”
She gave me a cutting grin. “Keep stroking my back like that and I’ll show you what this mouth can do. You didn’t give me a chance to in the shower.” She reached out and touched my arm. “I like your tattoos, by the way.”
“Don’t change the subject,” I replied, moving my fingers underneath her jaw until my thumb pressed against her lower lip.
She ignored me and traced a red fingernail along my arm. “Is that the ying-yang symbol?”
“Yup.”
“Do you believe in karma, then?”
“I wish we lived in a world with karma,” I answered. “I want to live in a world like that. But I know better now. Good men lose all the time, while assholes win. Karma is a fucking joke.”
“If you don’t believe in it,” Sophie asked, “then why get the tattoo?”
“I got it when I was young,” I said. “When I still had hope.”
“Aw, come on,” she said, dragging her fingernails down my chest. “Surely you have some hope remaining somewhere inside.” She tapped her fingers against my abs.
“If I do, it’s buried so far down I don’t know how to find it anymore.” I gave her a smile. “But right now? With a beautiful, naked woman like you laying on top of me? I feel pretty damn fine.”
Her eyes sparkled. “That’s a start. Let’s see if I make you feel even more fine.”
Before she could make good on her promise, my phone rang.
I should have ignored it. I should have remained present with Sophie, lying in bed together where everything was perfect and right .
Instead, I checked my phone.
“Shit. I have to take this.”
Sophie sat cross-legged on the bed and pouted as I took the call. But when I hung up and slammed the phone down on the bedside table, her eyes widened in shock.
“What’s wrong?”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, gripping the edge with tight fingers. I could feel my pulse in my bruised hand, thumping faster as adrenaline hit my veins.
“That was the rodeo coordinator,” I said, gritting my teeth. “They’re kicking me out.”