19. Sawyer
19
SAWYER
S he moves her delicious pussy back and forth, rubbing her clit against my tongue, riding my face as she races to the finish. She tastes divine, just like I knew she would. Sweet like honey and bitter like a salted caramel centre. I can’t get enough of her cunt.
I dip my tongue inside, swirling it around as if I’m addicted to her nectar. I’m high as a fucking kite on her scent and loving how she’s trusting me to guide her through this. There are many firsts I want to give her, but one thing at a time.
“Sawyer.” My name on her tongue sounds like a melody sung by the heavens. She grinds down on my face, using my beard as a seat.
While she’s busy getting herself off on my face, I reach down and unbuckle my belt. My dick hard as a fucking log. The fire roars just like the groan roaring from my chest as I wrap my fist around my dick.
I almost wish she was facing the other way so she could bend down and suck me off as I eat her out, but tonight is about her. Besides, then I wouldn’t have the view of her tits jiggling above me when she slides her ass back and forth.
Looking up past her beautiful tits to see the ecstasy on her face, Blitzen stares down at me as if smirking, enjoying the show. Don’t judge me, Blitzen. I didn’t choose to be snowed in and I certainly didn’t choose to fall for this woman, but I dare any man to resist her in my predicament. Ignoring the look he’s giving me with his glass eyes, I focus on my girl.
She pants, almost out of breath as she picks up the pace. I take a breath through my nose each time she slips backwards, but who needs to breathe when her cunt tastes like heaven?
My fist pumps my dick. My other hand squeezes her arse cheek, slipping between the valley to fondle her tight little bundle of muscle.
Her back arches as she throws her head back, a throaty moan escaping her lips. She stiffens above me, her thick thighs clenching around my head, muffling more of her cries.
Warmth floods my face, her arousal coating my beard as her body vibrates above me. Fucking delicious. I continue to lick her, lapping up every drop of her orgasm.
Her legs twitch with aftershocks each time I catch her clit. “Sawyer.” Her voice trembles. “That was?—”
“I know, baby girl.” My lips press against her clit, peppering kisses, and I inhale her scent, soaking up every part of her.
She shuffles backwards, hovering above my chest. “I didn’t suffocate you, did I?”
My lips lift in the corners as I gaze up at her with hooded eyes. “I may have died and gone to heaven while you were riding my face like you were racing in the Grand National.”
“What about you?” She lifts from me, kneeling at the side, and reaches for my dick.
“Not tonight, angel.” I rise to my knees and gently coax her to lie back against the rug.
She spreads her legs, ready for me, baring her glistening cunt. The lights from the tree dance across her skin, making her look even more festive, but I will not fuck her tonight. Instead, I fist my dick between her legs. It will only take a few pumps and I’ll be done for.
“Reach between your legs, angel.” I watch as her hand strokes the small patch of hair. “Spread your pussy lips for me.”
She does what I ask and fuck me, it’s the most beautiful sight.
My balls draw tight, pressure builds in my stomach and my skin crackles like the logs on the fire. A primal groan rumbles from my chest. Last night was savage and untamed. Claiming her as mine. Tonight I’m the gentle giant, the teddy bear who wants to take care of her, but that doesn’t stop me from marking my territory like a wild fucking animal.
Hot ropes of cum land on her pussy, coating her clit where she spreads her lips. I grunt out as I milk more cum from my dick, squirting her hand and belly. “You look as pretty as a picture.” I lean back on my haunches, admiring my art, wishing I had more to paint her face.
Her eyes shimmer under the twinkling star at the top of the tree, her face lit up with a golden glow just like the angel she is. And she’s all mine. I know I don’t deserve her. I’m a sick fuck for what I’ve done, but I plan on doing so much more.
The oven timer beeps, distracting me from my thoughts. “I’ll sort dinner. You clean up.” Before I get up, I lean over and press a kiss against her lips. Mine.
I can still taste her as I serve up the mac and cheese, licking my lips. I whistle a Christmas tune while I cut the garlic bread, my heart light, as if we’re living in a picture postcard instead of looking in from the outside. Angelica’s made everything else seem irrelevant and the only thing that matters to me now is her.
She appears on the other side of the kitchen island, climbing onto a stool, her fingers twirling the box of pills around in her hand. “Can we talk about this?”
“I drop the ladle in the sink and climb onto a barstool opposite her. “What is there to talk about?” I slide her knife and fork over to her next to her plate.
“I didn’t take it yet.” Her nose scrunches as she pulls her hair back from her face, the light and dark sides of her. “I’m not sure I want to.”
I reach over and take her hand. “I hate that you have to go through this. You shouldn’t even have to be making this decision.” Guilt gnaws at my insides. The plate of food in front of me less enticing with the acid rising up my throat. “I’ll be here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
“Why do I have to go through with it at all?” She interlaces her fingers with mine, her chewed thumbnail delicately scratching my hand. “What if we put it in the hands of fate?”
“What you’re saying is like playing Russian roulette.” My jaw clenches. “You can’t be serious.”
“It depends on your perspective.” She pulls her hand away and grabs her fork, stabbing it into the macaroni.
I lean over the counter, my jaw tight, but trying to keep my voice calm. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Then explain it to me.” She holds my gaze, her eyes narrowing. There’s a beat of silence, the space between us crackling. “Just tell me this and be honest with me.”
My heart pounds, wondering if she’s thinking what I think she is.
She picks up the box of pills. “Are these for my benefit or yours?”
I open my mouth, then close it, struggling with the words, my hands flexing at my sides. “You deserve better than this, Angelica. Better than…than me.”
Her breath hitches. She drops the box and places her hand on my cheek, her fingers grazing my beard. “Maybe I don’t want better. Maybe I just want you.”
“Eventually, you’d leave like all the rest of the women in my life. I’m not good at the relationship thing. You’d get fed up with me eventually and I’ll be damned if you’re trapped with my kid.”
She climbs from the stool and rounds the worktop. Her palms press against my chest as she gazes into my eyes with nothing but love and admiration. “I’d never leave you.”
Choked with emotion, I swallow the ball of tinsel in my throat, pushing down the guilt. What have I done to deserve this woman? I part my legs, allowing her to stand between them. My palms slide under her pyjama top onto her bare skin, caressing her back and running my fingers along the creases there.
“You know when you asked me how I’d managed to stay a virgin for so long? The truth is that none of the guys I dated were you.”
“Angel.” With my arms wrapped around her, I pull her into a bear hug, but I crush my lips against hers, sinking into her warmth. She’s perfect in every way and she saved herself for me.
Breaking the kiss, I take her beautiful face in my hands. “You know I’ll never leave you. No matter what happens. Even if you get fed up with me and change your mind about us, I’ll still be here for you. I’ll be whatever you need me to be. But you’re still young and there’s plenty of time for you to have a baby. We can wait until you’re ready or until we’re married.”
Her smile reaches her eyes, twinkling under the kitchen spotlights. “I thought you didn’t believe in marriage.”
“That was before marrying you was within reach. Now that cards are out on the table, I’m kinda warming up to the idea.” My smile matches hers, gazing into her eyes. “I’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” I chuckle to myself. “Except maybe anal.” I raise my hands. “Just kidding.” Another chuckle escapes. It’s as if I’m high on laughing gas.
“Well, can we shelf the morning-after pill and sleep on it?” She smoothes a hand over her round stomach as if she’s already pregnant. “There might be a baby Paul in here?”
A laugh tumbles out. “Paul?”
“It’s your middle name, isn’t it? After your dad?” This woman surprises me every day. She knows things about me I don’t even recall telling her.
I lift the box and move it to the other side of the breakfast bar. “If you want to risk having my son or daughter, then I’d be honoured, angel.”
“It’s just that I’ve always wanted a family. And I don’t see the point in waiting if it’s what we both want. I’ve failed at every job I’ve ever had and barely made it through university. I just think this is something that I’d be really good at.”
“You’d be an amazing mum.” My arm wraps around her back again, holding her close. “And I’d be the best fucking dad there ever was, because I’ve spent the last twenty-three years learning from the best man I know.” I press my lips to hers. “The man who raised my favourite person in the world.”
I relax on the sofa, my balls empty and my belly full.
Angelica snuggles up next to me in her pyjamas. “I’m glad there was a snowstorm.”
I kiss her forehead as I wrap my arm around her, enjoying the closeness. “Me too.” I look out the window, the snow receding. “The roads will be clear tomorrow.”
“I don’t care about the roads. I wish we could stay in this bubble forever.” She clings to me as if I might disappear if she lets go.
I want to reassure her and tell her that nothing is gonna burst our bubble, but in the New Year when her dad comes back, we both have a lot of explaining to do. For now, I’m going to enjoy this moment and for the first time in my life, I might actually enjoy Christmas.
A rustling sound comes from the back door. Angelica lifts her head from my chest. “What’s that?”
I pull her back to me. “It’s probably a fox or a badger. Had them foraging round here before.” My palm slides down her spine, settling her at my side. There’s more noises, but I’m too wrapped up in her to move or care as I scroll through the Christmas movies on Netflix.
A door clicks. Her eyes widen, looking up at me. “Did you leave the door unlocked?”
My gaze floats over her shoulder, and I don’t know whether to pull her closer to me or push her away at the sight of my mate.
Colin.
“What the hell is going on here?” Colin’s voice booms through the open-plan space.
“Dad?” Angelica jumps from my side as if she’s just seen a spider.
I rise from the sofa, wanting to protect her. I’ll take full responsibility, but I won’t apologise for loving her. My chest aches where my heart swells. I’ve always loved her, but now it’s so much more than that.
Colin’s face pales, his fists clenched at his side. His new woman hangs off his arm, looking perplexed. The man’s aged ten years since I saw him last week. “Well?” He looks between the two of us, both lost for words. He steadies himself, placing a hand on the kitchen breakfast bar.
I scratch the back of my neck, thinking of what to say that will lessen the blow, but as his fingers catch the emergency contraception sitting on the work surface and his gaze floats from me to the box, I know there’s no chance of softening the betrayal.
Angelica looks back to me as if for help, her eyes swelling with unshed tears.
“Is this why you lied to me?” He lifts the box from the counter. I can hear his molars grinding from here. “You wanted to come here and shack up with him?” He says the word him like he can’t say my name.
“No. Dad. It’s not what you think.” She steps closer to her dad and away from me.
My heart plummets to my stomach, drowning in a pool of acid. I should have known it was too good to be true. She’s denying us. I’m ready to fight for us. Do whatever it takes, but if this is what she wants to appease her father, then who am I to stand in the way? All I can do is follow her lead.
“Then what are these for? Cos I know they’re not his. And why aren’t you in London?” His voice echoes off the walls.
Lorraine places a hand on his shoulder, as if trying to calm him down. “Let her explain, Colin.”
“Let her explain?” He huffs. “I’ve been worried sick. You answered none of my voicemails or texts. And when I called your flatmate’s mobile number—the one you gave me for emergencies—she told me you were here.”
“Dad, I’m sorry.”
“I’ve driven across the country to get here because you wouldn’t answer your phone. I’ve been at my wits end, thinking something had happened to you, like your mother’s boating accident. And I get here to find you shacked up on the sofa with him.”
“I’m sorry I lied. I never wanted to hurt you.” Her voice wobbles.
I can’t see her face, but I’m guessing she’s close to tears. She doesn’t have to deal with this alone. I’m here.
“If you want to blame anyone, blame me.” I step in front of Angelica, wanting to shield her from her dad’s anger.
“You lying bastard.” My head flies backwards with the stinging blow from his fist, the bridge of my nose burning like a motherfucker.
Angelica’s scream pierces my ears, and I open my eyes.
Colin’s a big bloke, almost as big as me, and he uses that weight to push me up against the wall, his fists gripping me by the shirt as he pins me in place.
Black spots blur my vision, but I hear Angelica cry out, pleading with her dad to let me go.
I can handle myself, but I let him have this. If this is what he needs to get all his anger out, I’d sooner him take it out on me than her.
“Dad, please. I can explain.” She tugs on his arm as if trying to get him off me.
Colin snarls. “Explain to me why your boyfriend here lied about where you were. I called this morning, worried sick about you since his phone call last night sounded off. But judging by the snow on your car, you’ve been here for days.”
“I wanted to tell you, Dad.” Angelica sniffles.
Lorraine tentatively places a hand on Colin’s shoulder. “Why don’t I put the kettle on and we can all talk about it?”
Colin shrugs her off. “I don’t want a fucking tea.” He drags me from the wall and throws another punch, but I duck this time. His fist cracks the wood panelling on the wall and he curses, spinning around and landing a punch to my chest.
I’m knocked back into a cabinet, my chest burning with adrenaline and the pain of his blow.
“Dad, don’t hurt him.” Her cries are like a puncture in my heart.
Colin can hurt me all he wants, but I can’t bear to hear my angel cry.
He fists my shirt again, pushing me farther into the wooden sideboard. Photo frames clatter against the surface and fall to the floor; glass smashes around my feet.
Lorraine calls out, “Colin, please.”
He lets go of my shirt and steps back, pointing his finger at me. “Get the fuck out of my cabin.”
“Dad, it’s Christmas Eve.” Angelica turns back to me, her face pale, her eyes wide like a glass bauble.
“I don’t give a fuck what day it is.” He narrows his eyes at me. “I let you live here rent-free and you betray me.” He shakes his head as if in disbelief. “With my own fucking daughter.”
“Dad, I love him.” She stands in front of me, her body tense as I place my hands on either side of her shoulders.
“And you think he loves you?” Colin huffs out a laugh. “You let him touch you—” His face twists as he says the words. “And he can’t even have the decency to use protection.”
Everything he says is true and it stings like a knife twisting in my gut, but despite my flaws, I fucking love this girl and I can’t stay silent about it. “You know how I feel about her. I love her more than anything in the world.”
“You don’t know the meaning of the word. You’ve never stayed with anyone long enough. And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stand by and let you ruin my daughter’s life.” He waves a hand in the air as if he can shoo me out like a bad smell. “She has a career in London. She’s not staying here shacked up with you. Now get the fuck out, or do I need to throw you out?”
“I’ll pack my bag.” I turn to Angelica. “It’ll be all right.”
She follows me to the bottom of the stairs. “If you’re leaving, I’m coming with you.”
“No. I won’t come between you and your dad. Stay and talk to him.” I trudge up the stairs with heavy steps, knowing I can’t take her away from him.
He’s angry right now, but he’ll come around. He has to. It might not be tonight or tomorrow or next year, but I’ll wait as long as it takes.