7. Denver
The last week has been…eyeopening. That’s a good word.
After getting out of the hospital Thursday with a follow up appointment with Dr. Reid, the hospital’s psychologist, set for Tuesday afternoon and a new prescription, I headed home.
Getting back into a normal routine would be my best achievement this week.
Well, not just that. I’d also gotten to think about what Sawyer had said to me in the hospital. That he’d fallen in love with me. Honestly, I knew I’d fallen for him too. It made my heart happy to know I had someone in my corner. Someone who was really there, not just trying to make himself look good. He was nothing like Tyrone.
When I first got home, I spent the rest of the day cleaning. I wiped down, scrubbed, mopped, and swept every room. The house smelled like apples and lemons, my cleaning products helping to do a mental reset that I desperately needed.
It also meant I slept like the dead from all of that physical labor. It helped my mind rest. I went into what I called my robot-mode. Earbuds in, music blaring, I could just let everything go.
I knew for sure now that I actually had a purpose in life. It wasn’t just to be a punching bag for some dickhead. No, I could be a real person with real feelings. Real goals in life.
In my mind, if I had a clean house, the bad juju would be washed away. I opened every window, letting the fresh spring air flow through every inch of the house.
Today, I had a plan. I wanted to bake. It was a great way to keep my mind on a menial task while I put the rolling thoughts in my head into my current book. With everything I needed before me, I started baking. It helped me write, and to be honest, I was probably some weirdo whose muse was turned on by flour and sugar, but you do what works. Am I right? I now knew what my hero needed to do for his mate so I could get this beast done. Win-win.
For every cookie sheet that filled the oven, I had twelve and a half minutes to type out the next piece of the book. My growling stomach had me coming up for air. I took a look at my kitchen and winced. Every cabinet was open. The sink was full of dishes, and there were plates of cookies everywhere.
“Aww, Denver, you dope.” I laughed at myself.
I literally had empty pantry shelves. The garbage can was overflowing, and Jersey was snoring in her dog bed. She loved baking days. I always started with her dog treats first. They were simple: peanut butter, apples, sweet taters, and carrots. They were simple to make, and she loved them. I loved them because they were healthy and vet-approved.
I also needed to pee. I hurried to empty my bladder. Coming back into the kitchen, I started with the trash. With it bagged up, I opened the back door to go toss it and let out a shriek of surprise.
“It’s me. Shit, sorry, baby.” His hand took the trash bag from me and reached around to turn the porch light on. His green gaze met mine as he leaned in to press a kiss to my lips. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay. I lost track of time again.”
“Let me toss this. Here, you take this one. I got some barbecue and desserts on my way home.”
“I’m starving.”
He chuckled and walked down the porch steps heading for the trash cans.
I went back inside, dodging Jersey as she ran out after him. She had a doggy door to use anytime she wanted it, but she wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to run out the open door. Not when her second favorite human was close by. She did the same for Gramps too. It was cute.
I put the bag on the counter before going back to the pantry. I had a box of gallon and a half Ziploc bags…somewhere. I’d seen them earlier when I’d put the jars of dog treats in here. With a quick glance, I located them, snagged the box, and started to put the cooled plates of cookies in them.
I seriously had enough to give every person on the street a bag and then some. Grinning, I pulled another plate to me and put it in the open bag.
“What in the name of Betty Crocker happened here?” Sawyer chuckled.
“It’s the 2024 cookie-palooza. Didn’t you get the memo?” I teased.
“Hmm, I guess it got lost in the mail.”
His voice was full of happy tones as he moved to where I stood. He leaned in, pressing my hips to the counter. “You smell like sugar and butter.” He placed a soft kiss on my neck.
The last couple of nights, he’d stayed over and, well, we had learned a lot about each other. He, the sneaky beast, has figured out that secret spot on my neck. Ya know the one, ladies. That spot that the second he breathes on it, your knees go weak.
Yeah, he fights dirty, but then again, so do I.
I pressed my butt back against him and circled my hips. I felt the moment things went from teasing to need. His length pressed against me, and I moaned. His hands have moved from my hips to my stomach and breast. He teased my nipple through the fabric of my t-shirt because I couldn’t be bothered with a bra today; they were on full display for him.
“I missed you…” I whispered, my eyes closing as pleasure swamped me. The hand on my stomach was now inside my leggings, his skilled fingers finding my wet center. His fingers teased my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. I gasped.
“I missed you too.” He kissed down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His fingers never stopped as he pulled me back into him tighter. He guided me to the living room, stopping at the oversized couch.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, then disappeared. I heard him kennel Jersey and smiled. We’d learned that if she’s free when we were um, ya know, it caused problems. She may have taken advantage of him the other night. The memory had me laughing when he came back in.
“What are you laughing about?”
I took a step away from the couch and grinned wider. “Oh, ya know, you getting a cold nose up your butt…”
“Why, you little minx!” I took off running, knowing good and damn well that I would not outrun him; he’d proven that. But I gave it the old college try. I was stepping over the couch when he caught me up into his arms.
“You can never run and I won’t catch you.” He grinned.
When he said it, I knew he meant it, but not in a creepy possessive way. Though he could be very possessive. He’d shown me every night just how much he needed me. Not just wanted, needed. It was a whole new experience that I would treasure forever.
Without a hesitation, he spun me around, bracing me against the back of the couch. His hands made quick work of stripping me out of my t-shirt and getting my pants down. I kicked them to the side and turned to face him.
His eyes took in every inch of my exposed skin.
“Beautiful.” He grinned, took my hand, and led me to the large ottoman. The big gray square took up half of the couch. It wasn’t the first time it had been used for our playtime. The man didn’t have enough patience to actually make it upstairs.
Not that I was complaining.
He grabbed a blanket from the basket and spread it out. He took my hand, spun me so I was facing the ottoman. I knew what he liked, what he wanted me to do, but I waited for him to tell me. His lips brushed the back of my shoulder as he spoke. “Bend over, hands flat on the ottoman. Spread your legs.”
I swallowed, nodding my head. I was on full display now, my backside up in the air. I watched as his pants hit the floor, followed by his shirt, and then he too was naked. His thick cock bobbed with his movements. I felt myself getting wetter. The anticipation of his touch was almost too much to take.
Then his fingers started teasing my folds. “So wet for me.”
“Yes,” I moaned out the word, my hips moving in a slow circle. I needed more.
“I don’t think I can be gentle.”
I turned my head to look over my shoulder. His eyes were bright with need. “Then don’t be.”
He growled as his hands moved to my hips. He teased me with his tip, sending jolts of sensation through me.
“Oh, yeah…”
I felt every inch of him as he slid into my core. I gasped, my hips rocking back against him. His hand came down on my ass cheek, the sting about made me come undone right then. Until Sawyer, I’d never experienced such a range of emotions while being taken.
I was wanted—needed all of it. The roughness, the sweetness, him. I just needed all of him.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I breathed in and out, my chest heaving as he worked me higher and higher, the pleasure painfully delicious.
“Sawyer! Oh…yes...”
His hips moved faster, filling me in fast, hard thrusts. His cock was rubbing against my g-spot. My fingers curled into the fabric under them, my back arched as he slowed, deliberately making me moan.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, please, Sawyer.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Make me cum.”
He smiled at that. Stepping back, he motioned with his hand. “On your back, spread those legs for me.”
I did as asked and watched him drop to his knees. “I’ve decided to slow it down. I want to savor you.”
Moaning, I felt a shiver run through me as his lips trailed up from my ankles to my thigh. His mouth leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses up them both. When he closed his mouth over my clit, his fingers sliding inside, I jerked.
I had to hold onto the blanket as he worked me harder and faster. My release hit, and with a shout of his name, I came hard, my body trembling.
“So beautiful.” He kissed my thighs. “But I’m just getting started, baby. I’m going to fuck you, hard. You’ll still feel me inside you tomorrow.
“Sawyer…” I bit my lip, watching his devilish grin grow.
I loved this side of him.
“Scoot back, let me have some room.”
I did as asked once again. He kissed my pussy, taking his time to wind me back up. I had no choice but to let myself get lost in his touch. His cock pressed against my thigh when he placed himself between my legs. His cock slid into me, filling me to the point of bursting.
I gripped his biceps. My mouth opened in a silent moan. He was a man of his word. He was pumping his hips into me so hard, his hips were rubbing against my clit with each thrust. I thought I couldn’t take more, but I did. He pushed himself up, gripping my thighs to open me wider. The new angle did something to me, and I felt my body tightening.
“Oh god…Sawyer. Oh yes!”
“Fuck!” He growled out the word as he leaned down and took my mouth in his. He pulled back and placed his hands on my hips. Holding me in place while he pushed his cock into me over and over.
“Saw—I’m—I’m coming…God! Yes!”
My entire body tensed up as my orgasm hit. My thighs, feet, and ass cramped up, but it was the best sensation I’d ever felt.
Better than him taking me in the shower last night.
Better than me riding him until we both came in the middle of the night.
He, in this moment, owned every part of me down to my soul. I laid there breathing hard, my body trembling with leftover sensations. But he wasn’t done. Oh no, he moved to my pussy, his mouth taking control as my clit throbbed. I couldn’t move, but I could cry out as his tongue flicked that sensitive bud.
“Oh…” My hips bucked as he worked me into another orgasm. I didn’t think it was possible, but I literally saw stars when the orgasm hit.
Then, I didn’t know what happened. I came back around to Sawyer cradling me on my side, his front to my back.
“Easy, baby. You passed out on me.”
My face flamed. “It’s your fault. I think that orgasm stole my soul.”
His laughter filled my ear. “I’m not going to pretend that’s a bad thing.”
“Definitely not a bad thing. Never a bad thing.”
“We should move to the bedroom. I’m not done with you yet,” he said, kissing my shoulder.
“I can’t move though.”
He chuckled. “I can carry you.”
Who was I to turn that down? Because honestly, as soon as I could move again, I was going to return a few favors—with my mouth. See if I couldn’t steal his soul this time.